Stealing Spree

Chapter 2547: Playing along

As if she had been doused in cold water, Orimura-sensei shivered above me. She held her breath as Sachiʼs voice pierced the haze of our shared afterglow.

With widening eyes, a flicker of panic flashed across her face before her usual composure snapped back into place. Her thighs, still trembling from the intensity of our lovemaking, tightened around my hips as if to anchor herself.

I could feel the rapid thud of her pulse where our bodies remained pressed together, her warmth still enveloping me in a way that made it hard to focus on anything else.

”Shameless brat. Of all the timing…” She hissed under her breath, not wanting to make too much noise but she could barely suppress her amusement. She planted her arms firmly on my chest and pushed herself up slightly to straighten her back. However, she didnʼt dare move too much, not with my cock still buried inside her and the risk of making any telltale sounds.

I couldnʼt help the grin that tugged at my lips, even as my own heart raced at the thought of Sachi potentially walking in.

”Sensei, youʼre the one who dragged me in here,” I teasingly whispered as my fingers drew lazy circles against her sweat-laden skin. ”Are you going to answer her or should I handle this one?”

She gave me a playful glare that promised retribution later but there was no missing the flush that was still coloring her cheeks or the way her lips twitched, fighting a smile.

”Donʼt you dare open your mouth, shameless brat.” She warned with a commanding voice.

Unfortunately for her, the effect was somewhat undermined by the way her walls tightened around me, a lingering reminder of how thoroughly weʼd just unraveled each other.

Another knock rang out, this time a little more insistent. ”Orimura-sensei? I just need to grab my notes inside for the meeting later. Are you… okay in there?”

Grabbing her notes, huh? Did she really not hear us? Well, thereʼs no point trying to figure that out. Regardless of whether she did or not, sheʼd probably not openly admit to it… Perhaps Iʼll find out which is which if she approaches me after I leave this room.

Orimura-senseiʼs gaze darted to the door, then back to me, her expression a mix of calculation and barely contained mischief hidden behind veiled exasperation. ”Stay still, shameless brat. Let me deal with this.”

Carefully, she lifted her hips just enough to ease off me, the sensation of her sensitive walls sliding me free nearly drew a groan from my throat.

I held it back as my hands tightened on her hips to ground myself as she carefully adjusted her position. She switched from straddling my thighs instead of nestling my cock deep inside her. Her track pants and panties were still bunched around her ankles, her sports bra pushed up to expose her glistening breasts but she moved with the grace of someone whoʼd never been caught off guard in her life.

”Give me a second, Sachi!” She finally called out with a steady and authoritative tone as if she hadnʼt just been riding me into oblivion moments ago.

She shot me a warning look, silently daring me to make a sound, before reaching for her tracksuit jacket and draping it over her lap to cover the most incriminating evidence. Her fingers worked quickly, tugging her sports bra back into place, though the flush on her chest and the faint sheen of sweat betrayed the truth of what weʼd been doing.

I stayed silent, my grin widening as I watched her pull off the act. My own shorts were still down around my thighs, my cock somehow regained its energy from this situation as it stood in attention while lightly resting against her wet crotch.

I made no move to cover myself, partly because I knew itʼd rile her up, and partly because the thrill of almost getting caught had its own exhilarating rush.

Of course, itʼs also because Iʼm confident that the door is locked and thereʼs no way for Sachi to come in unless she produces a key to it..

Orimura-sensei grabbed me by my shoulders and whispered, ”If you make a single sound, shameless brat, I swear Iʼll make you run laps until you collapse.”

”Promise. I wonʼt,” I answered with a teasing grin as my hands slid up her thighs, teasing the edge of her exposed skin just to see how far I could push her.

Her eyes flashed, but before she could retort, Sachiʼs voice came again.

”Sensei, I can come back later if youʼre busy…”

”No, no, itʼs fine!” Orimura-sensei called, her tone just a touch too quick. She slid off my lap entirely now, standing on slightly unsteady legs as she yanked her track pants back up, wincing faintly as the fabric brushed against her oversensitive skin. I donʼt know if sheʼs going to hide the mixture of our essences flowing down her thighs but I guess sheʼll let the track pants absorb and dry it.

She shot me one last glare, then moved toward the door, smoothing her hair and adjusting her jacket to look as composed as possible.

I took the opportunity to pull my shorts back up, tucking myself in and wiping the sweat from my brow.

My shirt was still on the floor, but I figured Iʼd grab it later. Right now, the priority was not giving Sachi any reason to suspect what had just gone down, or rather, play along with Orimura-senseiʼs plan.

Orimura-sensei cracked the door open just enough to poke her head out, keeping her body angled to block any view of me. ”Sachi, sorry for the delay. I was… going over some training plans with Onoda-kun. What do you need?”

I could hear the hesitation in Sachiʼs voice, like she wasnʼt entirely convinced. ”Onoda-kun is inside? Oh, uhm, just my notebook. Itʼs on the desk in the corner. I can grab it quick if—”

”Iʼll get it for you,” Orimura-sensei cut her off. ”Wait there.”

She closed the door with a soft click, turning back to me with an expression that screamed ʼyou owe me big timeʼ.

I donʼt know what sheʼs thinking but didnʼt she just act more suspicious by doing that?

I just shrugged and acted nonchalant as I stood up, grabbing her hips and planting my lips on hers before saying in a slightly sarcastic tone. ”Nice save, sensei. I cannot do it any better.”

”Shut it,” She broke off our kiss and pushed me just enough to move over to the desk, grabbing Sachiʼs notebook.

Surprisingly, it was really there. I didnʼt notice. Maybe because I got too occupied by Orimura-sensei.

Anyway, her movements were brisk but I didnʼt miss the way her thighs pressed together, as if she was getting a little comfortable from what was dripping out of her.

She paused, glancing back at me, her eyes narrowing. ”Youʼre lucky Iʼm quick on my feet, shameless brat. Next time, Iʼll ʼcorrectʼ you somewhere else.”

”Next time, huh? So youʼre already planning another session?”

Her lips twitched, but she didnʼt dignify that with a response. Instead, she grabbed my shirt from the floor and tossed it at my face. ”Put this on and get out of here before Sachi starts asking more questions. And donʼt think this means youʼre off the hook.”