The perfect class representative with her perfect grades and perfect attendance just swore directly into my ear in the middle of getting railed.
That might have been the hottest thing that had happened all week.
"Say it again," I told her.
"What—ah—"
"Say fuck again."
"I—no—that's—ah!—inappropriate—"
I laughed and thrust harder, which made her lose whatever argument she was trying to construct. Her voice dissolved into incoherent sounds, half-formed syllables that might have been my name or might have been nothing at all.
Her body was doing all the talking now anyway. The way she clenched around me. The way her hips rolled forward even though her legs had given up entirely. The way her nails dug into my back hard enough to leave marks I'd see tomorrow.
The drain spiked, sharp and sudden, her Essentia flooding through the channel so hard I felt it in my teeth.
