Stealing Spree

Ryouko-san looked up at me and the sight of her kneeling, her cheeks hollowed slightly as she worked me with an almost reverent focus, was enough to make my breath hitch. The way her lips glided across my length and the way her tongue swirled around the tip were calculated to drive me wild. The heat within her mouth was a perfect blend of softness and pressure that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Her free hand rested on my thigh, fingers digging into my skin as if anchoring herself while the other continued its steady rhythm at the base of my cock. The alternating sensation from the warmth of her mouth and the cool air of the clubroom heightened every sensation.

“Ryouko-san,” I managed to call out to her as my fingers tread through her hair, “You’ve turned the tables again…”

She giggled in response but didn’t stop what she was doing. Her pace remained steady and confident, as if she knew exactly how close she was pushing me.

Whenever she popped it out, her tongue would trace a straight path from the base of my cock and run along the underside before sucking me back in. She would keep teasing every sensitive spot to draw every reaction from me.

I could see the delight in her eyes and the way she reveled in unraveling me. But rather than challenge, it continued to fuel my desire to give her just as much in return.

But for now, I let myself be at her mercy, giving her the power and free rein to leave me dizzy from the pleasure.

“Ryouko-san… you’re gonna… make me lose it,” I whispered down to her at the same time as my hips twitched involuntarily.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips glistening and her hot breath brushing against my sensitive tip.

“Good,” She whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “I want to see you lose it, Ruki-kun. Let me take care of you.”

Before I could protest, she dove back in, taking me deeper than before, her throat constricting around me as she pushed past her limits.

Her lips slid further down, taking me deeper, and the wet heat of her throat constricted around me for a fleeting moment before she pulled back, gasping softly for air.

A thin trail of saliva connected her lips to the tip of my cock, and the sight was so raw, so intimate, that I nearly lost it right there.

“Enjoying yourself, Ruki-kun?” She teased as she planted another soft kiss on the tip. Her hand resumed its stroking, slow and torturous, as if she wanted to draw this out as long as possible.

“You have no idea,” I groaned, my head tipping back against the wall as I fought to keep my composure. “But you’re not playing fair, sensei. I was supposed to pamper you.”

“Fair?” She let out a soft laugh as she licked a slow stripe from the base to the tip. “I don’t think either of us is playing fair right now.”

She was right, of course. This was a dance of give and take, a push and pull of desire that had us both teetering on the edge. I wanted to let her have this moment, to let her take control, but the need to touch her, to make her feel just as undone as I was, was overwhelming.

With a gentle tug, I urged her to stand, and she complied, her lips leaving me with an audible pop, a sound that brought another sensation to me. As she rose, her tracksuit still hung open, her breasts bare and flushed from my earlier attention. I didn’t waste a second, pulling her close and capturing her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss.

Ryouko-san wrapped her arms around my neck as she pressed herself against me.

The taste of her was intoxicatingly sweet as I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring hers with a possessiveness that matched the fire in my veins.

My hands roamed her body, one fondling her chest and sensitive nipples while the other slipped back beneath her panties to find the slick heat of her sacred place. She was soaked, her love juices coating my fingers as I teased her entrance, circling slowly before dipping inside.

Ryouko-san’s hips shivered and jolted forward as a soft whimper escaped her lips when I curled my fingers.

“Ruki-kun,” She gasped, breaking the kiss to bury her face in my neck. Her teeth grazed my collarbone as she clung to me. “You’re… relentless.”

“Says the woman who just had me at her mercy,” I teased back as I pressed a kiss to her temple.

My fingers moved with purpose now, thrusting slowly but deeply, each motion drawing a new sound from her, soft moans, sharp gasps, and the occasional whispered plea for more.

Her hand found my cock again, stroking me in time with my movements, and the dual sensation of pleasuring her while she pleasured me was almost too much.

I could feel her tightening around my fingers, her body trembling as she neared the edge.

Her strokes on me grew erratic, her focus slipping as her own pleasure took over and I took the opportunity to push her further.

My thumb found her clit, teasing it with just enough pressure to make her cry out in pleasure.

“Ruki-kun… I’m…” Her voice was breathless, desperate, and I could feel the moment she tipped over.

Ryouko-san’s body tensed up and quivered uncontrollably as her thighs clamped around my hand. She came strongly, but her moans were muffled against my neck as her love juices spilled out, coating my hand. Her hips jerked a bit as if trying to feel me deeper inside her as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

The sight of her flushed, trembling, completely undone, was enough to push me to the brink. Her hand tightened on me, stroking faster, and I felt the familiar heat building.

“Ryouko-san,” I groaned, my voice strained as I tried to warn her. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she sank back to her knees, her lips wrapping around me once more, taking me deep as her hand continued to work the base.

The sensation was indescribable, a tight, wet heat that made my vision blur and my body tremble. Her hands worked in tandem, one stroking, the other massaging my balls, while her mouth moved with a relentless rhythm, driving me toward a precipice I couldn’t avoid.

I tightened my grip in her hair, not to control but to ground myself, my hips moving slightly in time with her. She didn’t falter, didn’t pull away, instead meeting every subtle thrust with an eager hum that sent me reeling.

The gymnasium, the world outside. It all faded away, leaving only her, her touch, her warmth, her everything.

“Ryouko-san… I’m—” My warning was cut off by a groan as she doubled her efforts, her tongue did its best in teasing my sensitive spots while she relentlessly sucked on me.

The pleasure reached its peak and a white-hot wave crashed over me. I came with a shuddering gasp, my body tensing as I spilled deep into her mouth.

Ryouko-san didn’t pull away, didn’t flinch, taking every shot of my cum with an almost reverent focus and a clear display of satisfaction, her tongue teasing me through the aftershocks until I was spent.

Her eyes stayed locked on mine, a silent connection that made the moment even more intense, as if she were claiming every part of me in that instant. When the waves finally subsided, she slowly pulled back, her lips releasing me with a soft pop, and she licked them with a satisfied smile.

Ryouko-san rose back slowly, wiping her lips with her thumb and sucking the remnants again. A rare mischievous smile played on her face as she pulled me back into her embrace, my mouth finding her sensitive cherries again.

“Well, Ruki-kun,” She said while her fingers gently combed my hair as I resumed sucking on her. Her voice was still a little breathless but laced with that familiar authority. “I’d say we both got what we wanted.”

“Mhm. But I don’t think we’re done here yet, Ryouko-san.”

“… You really love that, huh?”

“Well, I can’t deny it. I love sucking on you like this. You tasted so good, Ryouko-san.”

“You’re going to make it swell, Ruki-kun.” With a shake of her head, her fingers curled a little bit as I lightly bit on her nipple.

“That’s even better.” I teasingly quipped. “I’m starting to think I should be late more often. Even though I should be the one making up for it, it’s not that bad of an excuse to be pampered by you like this.”

Ryouko-san’s hands cupped both of my cheeks as she pulled me away from her chest, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Don’t you dare. You have to set an example, Ruki-kun. Though I can’t say I didn’t enjoy this.”

I straightened my back and pulled her in a gentle embrace, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’ll behave. Mostly. But only because I want to keep my Ryouko-san happy.”

Ryouko-san leaned into me, her arms wrapped around my waist as she let out a contented sigh. “You’re impossible, Ruki-kun. But… I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

We stayed like that for a moment, the quiet of the clubroom wrapping around us like a warm blanket. The world outside could wait a little longer. Right now, it was just us, and that was more than enough.