Chapter 3 : Counterattack

Aveline lay stunned for a second beneath him, then began to struggle. "Get off me! Are you insane?!"

But the strength born of a life of pampered luxury was nothing against Noah''s lean, wiry frame. Noah pressed a hand to her throat, pinning her to the desk. He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear.

"Too late to ask if I dare, don''t you think?"

Aveline glared up at him. A flicker of genuine fear crossed her eyes, but it was quickly swallowed by her habitual arrogance and a strange, dark thrill.

She let out a low, breathy laugh. "Alright, Noah Sterling. Show me what a virgin like you can do."

Noah''s hand moved to the hem of Aveline''s pleated skirt. He shoved it up, bunching the expensive fabric around her waist, exposing the perfect, pale skin of her thighs and the delicate lace of her underwear.

Cool air hit her skin. Aveline stiffened, instinctively trying to close her legs, but Noah forced his knee between them.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she snarled.

"What am I doing?" Noah''s fingers traced a slow, icy path along the tender skin of her inner thigh. "An eye for an eye."

His free hand reached down, picking up the cigarette Aveline had discarded earlier. The ember still glowed a faint, sullen red.

Aveline''s eyes widened in horror as it moved toward her.

"No—!"

He pressed it down, hard, into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, right where it met her groin.

A sharp, piercing scream tore from Aveline''s throat. Her body arched off the desk, tears springing to her eyes. She gasped, panting, glaring at Noah with pure hatred. "You''re mad! You''re fucking mad!"

Noah dropped the cigarette butt. His hand tightened slightly on her throat, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse beneath his palm. "Mad? This is just the beginning."

He released her throat. His other hand found his own cock again, already hard and throbbing once more, the tip still glistening with the remnants of his earlier release. He leaned over her, his knee spreading her legs wider, the hard length pressing against her trembling stomach.

Feeling he wasn''t bluffing, Aveline paled. Her breathing grew rapid. "Get off! If you touch me, my father will have you—"

Noah ignored her. He took his cock in hand, guiding it to press against the damp lace of her underwear. The broad, swollen head rubbed slowly, deliberately, over the thin fabric. The fluid leaking from the tip quickly soaked through, creating a dark, sticky patch that clung to her soft entrance.

"Ah... don''t... stop rubbing..." The pampered heiress couldn''t withstand such direct stimulation. A choked, involuntary moan escaped her.

Noah gave a soft, humorless laugh. His fingers hooked into the waistband of the offending underwear and yanked it down to her knees.

Her soaked cunt was laid bare to the cool air. The pink folds glistened wetly in the classroom''s harsh fluorescent light, shamefully open, even twitching slightly with nervous tension, secreting more slick fluid.

Aveline was drenched.

Noah leaned close, mimicking her earlier tone perfectly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Our Miss Winters..."

"You—! Get off me, you bastard! You piece of shit!" Aveline screamed, her hand flying up to slap him again.

Noah caught her wrist easily, pinning it to the desk beside her head. He leaned down until his nose almost touched hers. His voice was a low, dangerous murmur. "I told you. You could have stopped. You had your chance."

"N-no... it''s too big... it won''t fit..."

The swollen, heavy flesh pressed insistently against her wet opening. Real fear, cold and sharp, finally pierced Aveline''s bravado. She tried to squirm backward, her back scraping against the wooden desk. "Noah! Be reasonable! I''ll give you money— Ah!"

Noah grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs up toward her chest. His hips flexed.

The massive head pushed ruthlessly past the tight ring of muscle, forcing its way into the slick, clinging heat.

Aveline''s body went rigid. A sharp cry was bitten off into a pained whimper. The tight channel clenched around the invading length, and for a moment, both of them froze, a wave of shocking, electric sensation shooting from their joined groins up their spines.

It was an unbearable, stretching fullness. Yet, traitorously, her body responded. More wetness seeped out, easing the brutal entry.

"Hurts... it hurts... get out... get out...!" Aveline''s voice shook, the anger in it thin and brittle.

Noah said nothing. One hand settled on her slender waist. His hips drove downward.

With a wet, obscene sound, the entire length buried itself inside her, the head slamming hard against the deepest, softest part of her.

A choked, guttural cry was torn from Aveline''s throat. Her head fell back, exposing the pale column of her neck. Her legs, of their own volition, wrapped tightly around Noah''s waist. The hot, wet walls clenched viscously around the hard, burning intrusion, squeezing a ragged gasp from Noah as well.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you?" Noah''s voice was thick with mockery. His hips began to move, a slow, powerful rhythm. Each withdrawal dragged out a slick rush of fluid. Each thrust drove back in, making Aveline shudder. "Why are you squeezing so tight?"

Aveline panted, her hands clawing at the edge of the desk. Fury and humiliation warred in her eyes, but the pleasure building beneath was a sly, insistent counterpoint, making resistance impossible.

She gritted her teeth, forcing out the words. "Noah... you''ll pay for this... I''ll make you—"

Her threat was cut off as Noah''s hot hands gripped her hips, and the thick cockhead inside her ground hard over a particular spot deep within.

Aveline couldn''t suppress a broken sob. Her hands flew up, wrapping around Noah''s shoulders as if to push him away, but the gesture was weak, pliant, more an embrace of surrender.

Tears welled in her beautiful eyes, only to be shaken loose by another deep, punishing thrust. A ragged moan escaped her. The wet, slapping sounds of their joining filled the quiet classroom.

Noah breathed heavily, looking down at the wrecked girl beneath him.

Just then, a soft knock sounded at the door, followed by the hesitant voices of the two boys from outside. "Winters? You okay in there?"

Aveline''s eyelashes fluttered. She opened her tear-blurred eyes, about to speak, when Noah drove into her again, hard and deep, smashing her breath into a shattered gasp, the words dying in her throat.

She glared at him, her voice a strained whisper. "You... stop... they''ll hear..."

But the sound was soft, wet, utterly lacking in authority.

Noah looked down at her, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

He bent close to her ear, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "You don''t want them to see you like this, do you? You don''t want them to know the great Aveline Winters is being fucked on a desk?"

As he spoke, his hips pistoned, driving himself even deeper, drawing another choked whimper from Aveline. Her pretty eyes, swimming with tears, glared hatred at him.

"I''ll handle it. You''d better cooperate."

His thrusts slowed but didn''t stop. He pulled almost all the way out, the wet shaft glistening, only the very tip remaining inside, teasing cruelly at her sensitive core. He gave her hip a light pat, a signal for silence.

Aveline clenched her jaw, her face burning with shame and rage. She wanted to shove him off, to scream, but her body trembled uncontrollably. The wet, throbbing heat between her legs robbed her of coherent speech.

Noah took a deep breath, raising her voice toward the door. "It''s fine! Aveline''s just tired, wants to rest! You guys go ahead!"

Her tone held a note of impatience, a believable dismissal that masked the lewd sounds from within.

Silence from outside for a few seconds. Then another knock. "Winters, you sure? Do you need us to—"

Aveline gasped, shooting Noah a venomous look. Noah just chuckled softly, his fingers pinching a sensitive spot on her waist while his cock gave a shallow, deliberate thrust, sending a fresh gush of wetness splattering between them.

A sharp, bitten-off sound escaped Aveline. She clapped a hand over her mouth, teeth gritted against the overwhelming surge of pleasure. She forced the words out, her voice raw. "Go... I''m fine... just leave me alone!"

Another pause outside. A muttered, "Alright then. Call if you need anything, Winters." Footsteps retreated, fading away.

Noah looked down at Aveline. "Not bad, Aveline. You can act."

With that, his hips snapped forward, driving back into her to the hilt.

Aveline, unprepared, let out a stifled cry, her body going limp, almost sliding off the desk. She could only cling to the person above her.

"You..." Aveline panted, her eyes murderous, but the pleasure was a rising tide now, washing away even her capacity for coherent hatred.

Noah bent to nip at her earlobe, his tongue flicking out for a taste. His voice was a dark promise. "Stop glaring. They''re gone. Now... you can scream as loud as you want."