Allie

If I knew he wanted to come to a classroom to do this, I probably would have been more stressed out before. I thought he just wanted to see the school. Clearly, I am not a genius at this stuff.

Lucas is devious, but I like this.

He has me pressed down on the desk while fumbling around with his pants. "I've had this thought longer than I want to admit."

"Oh yeah?"

His breaths are shaky behind me and he runs a hand along my backside. "I went back for you that night. If I knew I would have you like this, I would have followed you all the way home that night and never left you."

My heart is racing and I'm starting to get nervous. Mr. Hoover could walk into his classroom any minute and catch us if he decided to come here today. Anyone can just walk in and see this.

"Just relax, Allie," Lucas smooths over my backside. I have shivers and feel the goosebumps all over. He draws something on my hip with one finger while he sighs.

I don't know what to think or even do.

Lucas kisses. He kisses it. My... my ass. I don't know. This is his thing and I feel like I'm just along for the ride. It's enjoyable, but I don't know what would happen if we got caught.

"You ever get suspended, Allie?"

"Of course not." Has he met me?

Lucas runs that finger softly over me and I feel like he's about to tell me he would have found a way to get me in trouble with him. "You were this perfect good girl?" He says it while taunting me with the end of himself at my throbbing core. "Never naughty."

Oh gross. I see what he's doing. I am not that girl. At least, I really don't think so. He rubs himself against me while I move against him hoping he will settle the growing ache.

If I get desperate, I'll let him say naughty or whatever he wants. I just need him.

"Lucas—oh shit!" He rams himself into me and the desk scrapes forward on the carpet. I wasn't expecting that.

Lucas pulls out and slams back into me and my hips hit the edge of the desk hard. My hands slip and my chest hits the desk with a loud thump.

"Oh yeah," he breathes out and runs his hands down the sides of my hips. He keeps pulling out and slamming back into me between his words. "You're so good."

"Lucas..."

I can't breathe. He grabs my hand and pulls it down below the desk. "Rub your clit, Allie." He guides my fingers right between my thighs, pressing them against me and rubbing them side to side.

"Oh my god." My cheek is hard pressed against the cold desk but the rest of my body is overheating.

"Keep doing it," he says. "Do not stop."

I don't know what I'm focused on the most. There's the sound of his voice, the way his legs and hips pin me in place each time he beats into me, or the sounds of our breathing filling the empty room.

Lucas knocks me into the wood hard, picking up his pace. He makes commands in a rough voice. "Rub yourself harder." He reaches back around and roughly grabs my hand. "I want to feel you come, Allie."

All I can hear are his words and all I feel is Lucas inside me while holding my hand. Each time he thrusts into me I feel some pain but also just wow. I'm going to feel him there even after this.

"Oh, Lucas." God, can I sound more desperate?

He makes an appreciative sound from behind me. "You're gonna—"

There are people walking by the classroom outside. They can't see us inside, but we can see their silhouettes and hear their voices.

Lucas doesn't stop.

"Don't you fucking stop rubbing yourself," he says. "If you make a noise, I'm not stopping. They can watch me fuck you."

Oh my god.

"Allie," his gruff voice is pulling my attention from the window. "You better—"

One of the voices outside gets louder. "Yeah, alright. Oh, here's Tom."

My dad. My dad is—

"Allie," something hits my butt. Was that a ruler? I think it was his hand. He's just getting in my head. He gathers my hair and turns my head the other direction, away from the window.

I bite my lip so I don't make any sounds and I'm praying Lucas doesn't stop and that they don't come in here. He picks up his pace and grips onto my hips hard. I think my thighs are going to bruise. Worse, I think my insides are going to bruise from him.

"You're so good at taking it." He keeps one hand on my hip while the other reaches up and grabs my breast hard.

"Lucas, I'm going to come." I can't get enough air. "Oh my god." My legs are shaking.

"Go, Allie." His hand moves from my breast and comes over my mouth when I try not to make any noise. Everything goes tight and rigid. My muscles clench before I explode. "Oh yeah," his breaths are rushed and dangerously close to my ear. I think they'll hear him instead of me. Lucas freezes inside of me and I feel that warmth filling me.

"You remember what I said about taking it all?"

Lord have mercy.

Lucas grabs my chin and kisses me. Slowly, he pulls out of me while biting my lip. "I love you." He speaks into my mouth and kisses me again.

I love him, too.

"We're not finished for today," he says against my lips before kissing me again. He fixes my dress to cover me without breaking the kiss. I can hear the voices outside fading while they walk away.

That was close.

He pulls me up to stand on wobbly legs. "Woah, there," he laughs. "Here." He sets me down on the chair at the desk while he fixes his pants. Lucas doesn't break eye contact with me the whole time.

I feel small right now, but also like my head is spinning. Delirious. That's the word.

"We both look like smiling idiots," I say and Lucas smiles at that. He watches me without any words and I want to know what he's thinking.

"Lucas?"

His teeth sink into his lower lip. "Hmm?"

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Just thinking about the future. Where we'll be a year from now. Ten years." He looks down to the floor and back up at me. "Are you on birth control?"

A conversation that should have been had, I know. "No."

"I'll get you one of those pills. We can figure the rest out later."

"Okay." This was stupid of me, and I've already broken every promise to myself because of him. However I don't think he would leave if I got pregnant. He's serious about all of this.

"Do you think you'd be open to another baby? I'd be there to help you this time."

"I—"

The classroom door opens and one of the janitors walks in. Harry is his name. He has a blue jumpsuit on and is whistling. "Oh! So sorry, I didn't realize anyone was in here."

Lucas turns on his charms. "No problem, we were just talking. I have a meeting to get to." He turns to me and reaches for my hand.

Do I take it? I mean, do we let people know? Oh my gosh, am I supposed to fill out a paper or something?

He pulls his hand back when I don't take it. "Uh, come on, Allie. We can talk about this later."

Awkwardly, slowly, and so, so carefully, I follow him out of the classroom. I can feel everything slowly dripping out of me and I have never been so afraid of someone seeing something fall from out of my legs.

Harry watches me with concern. "Allie, are you okay?"

Hell no. "Mhmm," I smile and nod. Just smile and nod, Allie, everything will be just fine. What's a little bit of man juice?

It's on my thigh. I probably look like someone with a stick physically up their butt while I walk on wooden legs. Once I make it out of the door, I barely relax.

Lucas, however, thinks life is a ball and just freaking funny. "You have no idea the things I refrained from sharing with that man," he tells me.

"Like what?"

"Things that would make you blush."

I feel my jaw drop. "I can't believe you."

He snickers like this is just the grandest thing. "Come on," he grabs my hand and the butterflies come to life. "I can't wait to have you all to myself."

We get back to the office with a few minutes before his meeting. John isn't here, but there is a note on my desk that Lucas picks up.

"What is it?"

He frowns reading it and shoves it in his pocket. "Nothing. I'll take care of it."

"It was on my desk."

"It's for me, Allie."

That's weird.

He shoves his hands in his pockets and I feel like we're back in Mr. Hoover's class. "That booster party thing is this weekend."

"Saturday." I should probably think about what to wear.

"If I said I didn't want you dancing or going with anyone else, would you go with me?"

"Are you asking me on a real date, Lucas-freaking-Kennedy? I have your baby, we have sex, and then you ask me out for real?"

"We don't do anything right, Allie, but we're making it right in our own way. I'll pick you up and do the whole gentleman whatever thing. We'll dance or whatever the fuck they do at this thing and hopefully eat. Maybe you'll agree to come home with me for the night." He clears his throat. "I can't promise perfection, but I can promise I'll do whatever makes you happy."

I mean, when he puts it that way.

"Just go easy on me. I've never had to try before and I really don't want to mess this up with you."

It's odd being here after the things he was saying to me fifteen minutes ago. Lucas Kennedy acts like he's the one with something to lose here. He's always so sure of himself but this particular vulnerability feels pretty deep.

"Just don't hurt me, because I can't take any of that."

John walks in and our conversation is over. "Lucas, so good to see you." John looks like he just went to get a tan. I won't judge, though. He's a great boss.

He leads Lucas to his office. "So what did you want to talk about?"