●4~Tristan●

Clara Smith.

In front of me, wearing nothing but just one piece of cloth. Her dark pink nipples were tight and hardened due to the exchange. Her body small, and delicate but curvier than a sphere. Her breasts not so big or small, perfect for my palms. I bet I can fit her into my arms easily.

My eyes scanned her body as she stood there in shock seeing me.

"What the fuck are you doing here Tristan?"

"What do people do here, Clara?" She visibly gulped as I called her name out. She didn't try to cover her body and looked confident with it. Ah, that fucking waist. I went closer to her and she shifted back again.

"You- you were a- you were a nerd." She couldn't form words. I just smiled. It was a tooth-visible smile as I couldn't help but notice how surprised she was to see me here. "You like those spectacles, Lara, don't you?" I whispered as I pinned her to the shelf and she exhaled.

I bit on her lower lip as I couldn't control it. She was messing with my mind and the heat between us was clear to her as she moaned. My hands unknowingly reached her breast and pressed them and she moaned harder.

I slammed my lips on hers.

Salivas mixed. Tongues swirling. Rough movements.

She rubbed her body against mine as I kissed her. Her hands clasped my shirt and she tore off the buttons. Her hands reached my crotch and slowly she grabbed my cock. She started rubbing it softly while my hands traveled to her breasts, rubbing her nipples. Her movement was steady and in rhythm. My cock was visibly hard and my hands skillfully traveled into her thighs and I pinched her clit.

She jumped on her place and looked at me. I shrugged and kissed her again.

"Why are you here, Tristan?" She asked me again. "For work," A small whisper and my lips slid on her neck skin. Her head arched back giving me more access.

"Did you bid the highest because you knew it was me?" She whispered. "Did you want me to?" I answered, rough. She groaned, "Tristan,"

"Shh," I groaned, sucking on her lower lips. I made her sit on the table behind us and slid my hands inside her panties. "I didn't know you were this, Lara."

"What do you mean!" She asked as I ruined her dress. My fingers entered her and she gasped with a movement. "Your eyes hold desire, Lara, since..."

"The day I saw you in our class," She completed squeezing my shoulders. She moaned as I kept moving my fingers in and out, round and round, in rhythm movements.

I pulled her underwear off and kept it aside, kissing her again. Our tongues swirled as she started fighting for dominance. Her movements wanted this, she wanted me. I increased the pace of my fingers and her body moved with the rhythm.

Few more strokes and she exploded.