Chapter 2: The Hidden Game
The silence under the desk was thick. Piper stayed there for a long moment, listening to the rustle of chips, the scratch of Maya’s highlighter. Alasdair’s breathing above her was still ragged.She wiped her lips on her sleeve again.
Then she moved.
She crawled out from under the teacher’s desk, staying low, her knees quiet on the linoleum.Leo and Maya were three rows back, focused on their notes. Alasdair watched her, his face pale, frozen.Piper crept along the aisle, hidden by the desks. She stopped at Leo’s side. He was leaning back in his chair, one hand holding a chip, the other scrolling his phone.She didn’t hesitate. She reached up and unzipped his jeans.He jumped, the chip falling onto his notebook.
“What the—”
Her hand was already inside, finding him soft.She curled her fingers around him. He was thick, already thickening further in her grip.He looked down, his eyes wide. Then he looked across at Alasdair, who just stared back, mute.
Piper put her other hand on Leo’s thigh and squeezed.She mouthed a single word at Alasdair: Watch.
She bent her head.She took Leo into her mouth.He gasped, a sharp intake of air. His hands flew out, one catching the edge of his desk to stop himself from tipping back. The other hovered above her head, unsure.“Fuck,” he whispered.Maya looked over. “You alright?”
Leo’s eyes were locked on the top of Piper’s head. He forced a cough.“Yeah. Bit of crisp… went down wrong.”
Piper worked him with a steady, deep rhythm.She could taste the salt of his skin, different from Alasdair’s. Leo was bigger, and she had to relax her jaw. He was fully hard now, pushing against the back of her throat.His hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust.
She pulled her phone from her skirt pocket.She held it up, angled so Alasdair could see the screen. She opened the camera, switched to video.The red recording light glowed.
On the screen, she could see herself, her cheeks hollowed, her lips stretched. She made eye contact with the lens, then shifted it slightly so Alasdair’s horrified face was in the frame behind her. She mouthed the word again, clear and sharp: Pervert.
She turned the phone, framing the shot on her face and Leo’s cock going in and out of her mouth.She hit record.
Leo saw the phone.He stiffened, but not in resistance. A low groan vibrated in his chest.“You’re filming?”
She didn’t stop. She nodded, her nose brushing his pubic hair.She kept her eyes open, looking at the screen, watching herself perform. Her free hand reached up and played with his balls.“Holy shit,” Leo breathed. His hands went to the desk edge again, knuckles white.He tried to act normal. “So, uh, Maya. The… the standard deviation question.”
“It’s a pain in the ass,” Maya said, not looking up. “You square the differences, sum them, divide by n-minus-one.It’s tedious.”
“Yeah. Tedious.” Leo’s voice was strained.Piper picked up the pace.The wet, slick sounds were louder now. She knew Alasdair could hear them.She sucked harder, using her tongue on the underside of his shaft. Leo’s leg began to tremble beside her head.Ten minutes.It felt like an hour. Leo’s attempts at conversation died to grunts and sharp breaths. Maya was frowning at her textbook, oblivious.Piper felt him tighten.His cock pulsed in her mouth. His hands left the desk and tangled in her hair, not gently. He pulled her down onto him, holding her there as he came.A strangled groan escaped him, followed by a series of short, sharp exhales. She swallowed, taking every pulse, until he was spent and softening.
She released him with a soft pop.On her phone screen, she saw her own flushed face, lips wet and swollen. She stopped the recording.She tucked her phone away. She tucked Leo back into his jeans and zipped him up.He slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling, sweat on his temples.
Without a sound, Piper crawled again. She moved past Leo, past the aisle, to Maya’s side of the table.Maya was chewing on her highlighter cap, her brow furrowed. She didn’t see Piper until Piper’s hand was on her knee.
Maya yelped, dropping the highlighter.“Jesus, Piper! Where did you—”
Piper put a finger to her own lips. She saw the confusion in Maya’s dark eyes, then the dawning, slow understanding as she looked past Piper, to Leo slumped and dazed, to Alasdair staring blankly ahead.
Piper’s hand slid up Maya’s thigh, under the hem of her shorts.Her fingers traced the warm skin of her inner leg.Maya’s breath hitched. She didn’t move.Piper leaned in close, her mouth near Maya’s ear. Her voice was a rough whisper, raw from use.
“Your turn,” she said.