Stealing Spree

Chapter 2792: Stop holding back (1) *

Ryouko-san stared straight into my soul as she pushed herself further. Her eyes gleamed with that quiet, mature hunger she rarely shows. She’s serious about wanting to be on the offensive. And then there’s also the jealousy she had over her friend.

“You’re right,” I answered as I brushed my thumb across her lower lip just to watch it part on a soft exhale. “I shouldn’t have let you feel like I’m getting stolen by someone else.”

“T-that’s not what you made me feel, Ruki-kun. It’s just... it’s because of me that you’re holding back. You’re too considerate of my reservations.”

I shook my head and gave her a quick peck on her lips, “I’m not holding back, you know? It’s because I respect you. I can’t just demand it from you when you’re still not ready. But you know me. My desire is bottomless. Every intimate thing we did added up to my anticipation of that day.”

Ryouko-san blushed and then returned a peck on my lips, “Is that true?”

“Mhm.” I nodded, “Still, I can’t help but look forward to what you’ll do when you’re on the offensive. Am I going to be dragged into a locked room in the middle of our swimming class? Just like that time, but without Orimura-san with us?”

Ending that with a teasing smile, Ryouko-san looked half-amused and half-miffed.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade as she lightly slapped my chest. It hurt a bit because of her strength. She’s really fit for a PE teacher, after all. Maybe only Hitomi and Ayu could hit harder. Ah. And Otoha too with her shinai.

“Idiot Ruki-kun,” She replied with her voice laced with that mature embarrassment she rarely let slip and no students ever saw before. “D-don’t remind me of that. Sanae was there, yes, but if it was just us... I might have kept you with me for a lot longer.”

Her fingers curled into my shirt, tugging me closer until our foreheads touched. Then we kissed again, this time for a few seconds longer.

I pulled her flushed against me, zeroing the distance between our bodies. “Then don’t hold back now, Ryouko-san. You’re the last one. Unless they call us back, I can stay with you here for as long as you want. Or maybe... we can go upstairs. Before they call you back to continue your drink.”

Hopefully, Ichihara-san and the others will not leave yet. Koharu was already feeling at home, playing the console with Minoru and the other girls. Then, Miwa-nee got Kaoru-san locked on that seat, telling her not to go home until they finish the new bottle she opened.

Ryouko-san held her breath at my suggestion as her fingers tightened in my shirt like she was being overwhelmed by the sudden rush of heat between us.

Her eyes searched mine for a long second. Hers looked stormy and conflicted, the same way they’d been that day in her house when she told me about the reason why she was afraid of men.

But this time, there was no hesitation. She wasn’t going to pull back.

She leaned in as her lips nipped at my earlobe before her voice dropped to a velvet whisper that made my blood run hotter.

“Upstairs, then,” She murmured. “Before someone notices we’re gone too long.”

Oh. They will notice. And they know what’s happening. But I’m certain they will just let it be, unless they’re like Azusa, who has a streak of being impatient.

I clasped our hands together and tugged her gently but firmly toward the stairs.

Ryouko-san followed without protest, her heels thumping quietly against the floor as we slipped away from the muffled laughter and clinking glasses in the living room.

Her fingers squeezed mine tighter the closer we got to the stairs, like she was imagining what would come next.

When we reached the landing, I paused just long enough to glance back down the stairs.

Mhm. No one followed. As expected.

I pulled her into my previous room, the one that the girls staying over sometimes used. It was still regularly cleaned, after all.

But well, I could also bring her to our bedroom but this one was nearer.

The door clicked shut behind us, and the second it did, Ryouko-san was on me.

Her back hit the wall as I pressed her there. My lips crashed against hers in a kiss that’s filled with desire and passion.

She kissed back just as fiercely as her hands slid up my chest to grip my shoulders while her tongue started tangling with mine.

The taste of the drink and Nao’s dessert still lingered on her lips, sweet and sharp as I trailed kisses down her jaw. Then I nipped lightly at the spot just below her ear, making her shiver.

“Ruki...” She gasped in a needy voice as her head fell back against the wall, giving me better access. “You’re... too good at this.”

“I’ve had practice.” I playfully answered, which earned me a tug on my hair, making me look up at her pouting.

“You should get more practice with me. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am!” I saluted and got a bite on my lip next. Then, she pushed my head down to continue what I was doing.

I showered her neck with kisses as my hands slid down to grip her supple pair behind before pulling her flush against me again so she could feel exactly how hard she’d made me.

“Anyway, all those times you could’ve dragged me somewhere private... and you simply kept waiting on my visits to your private room,” I murmured as I continued down to her collarbone before soothing it with my tongue.

Her laugh came out breathless and shaky. “Because I’m supposed to be the responsible one. And I can’t just show up every time to bring you out with me, no?”

She arched into me as one of my hands slipped under her blouse. My fingers traced the smooth, warm skin of her back until I found the clasp of her bra.

One flick and it came undone. Ryouko-san sucked in her breath as her thighs pressed together when I tugged the straps down her arms, letting the lace fall away.

Rolling her blouse up, her bountiful breasts spilled free, full and perfect, with her nipples already hard and begging for attention.

This reminded me of that time I sneakily sucked on them right inside their waiting room during the Interhigh with all the Girls Basketball Club members inside the room. I luckily didn’t get caught by them but Orimura-sensei witnessed that and it became the start of our intimate relationship with her vowing to correct my ways.

“Stop staring, Ruki-kun. It’s embarrassing.”

“Sorry, it reminded me of something.”

“What–”

Before she could finish that question, my mouth closed around one stiff peak, causing her to gasp. I sucked gently at first, then harder when she let out this low, throaty moan that went straight to my tireless cock.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips rolled against mine, seeking friction through our clothes.

“Ruki... ahh... more,” She whispered in a trembling voice filled with need.

I switched to the other nipple, biting it lightly and grazing it with my teeth to make her jolt, while my other hand fondled her supple butt and poked into her sacred place through her pants.

She was already soaked and the heat radiated through the fabric as my bulge against her.

“Ryouko-san, you’re so beautiful. And I’m glad to be the only one to see you this way,” I murmured against her skin as I slipped my hand inside her pants to touch her properly.

My fingers immediately slid their way through her wet folds, finding her clit and teasing it with deliberate pressure until she was gasping my name like a prayer.

“Ruki... please...”

“Please what, Ryouko-san?”

“Make me feel more.”

As soon as she said that, I dropped to my knees, tugging her pants and panties down in one motion, letting them pool at her ankles.

Ryouko-san’s hands braced against the wall as I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up to me.

The sight of her like this, the composed Ryouko-san completely undone, thighs trembling, sacred place glistening and swollen with need was almost too much.

I leaned in and let my tongue trace her from entrance to clit in one slow and needy lick that made her whole body shudder.

“Hnng~!”