Maisie
I tried to close my legs, but his hand was already between them. And I choked on a cough when two fingers pressed firmly against my clit through the thin fabric.
I bit my lip hard.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a girl two rows ahead glance back at us. Her eyes lingered a second too long on where Quinlan's arm disappeared under the desk. She quickly looked away, flustered.
My face burned.
Quinlan leaned in slightly, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "You're dripping all over my fingers, cherie. If I keep this up, you're going to come right here in the middle of class. Is that what you want?"
I clenched my thighs around his wrist, trying to stop him, but he only pressed harder.
"Quinlan—" I hissed under my breath.
"Shh." His fingers slipped beneath my panties and sank into me without warning. I had to bite down on my knuckle to keep from moaning. "Be good and stay quiet. Wouldn't want Professor Halven to notice how desperate you are, non?"
