“Stop.” he commanded gruffly, walking over to her. “I’ll handle that.” Sinking a little lower, Phil began to slowly take off her pants. Deliberately slowly. Teasingly slowly. Olivia stared at him, breathing deeply in anticipation, her nipples getting noticeably harder. As Phil leaned down, he took one of those nipples into his mouth, playing with her with his tongue. Olivia shuddered and leaned her head back, biting her lip at the sensation.
Phil took his mouth off of her nipple. “You seem sensitive today.” he remarked, pulling her pants down.
Olivia shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I am.” she replied flatly.
Phil chuckled and his eyes narrowed. “Then let’s see what I can do with that.” he added, wasting no time in pulling down her panties and flipping her around. Grabbing her by the hair, he guided her to the wall, where he mashed her body firmly against the plaster. “Tell me you want this.” he growled.
“Fuck.” Olivia muttered under her breath. “Please, Phil. I want this so badly. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you to ram me until I can’t see anything.”
“Good girl.” Phil replied in a dominating voice as he angled himself up behind her. With his free hand, he rubbed her slit up and down, feeling her wetness for him and smiling at its abundance. He grabbed his dick with his hand, still slick with Olivia’s juices, and grabbed her hair with his other hand. He wanted to watch her eyes as he slid inside her. Angling his hips, he felt his head push inside her.
Olivia’s eyes closed and she gave a low, throaty moan as she felt Phil enter her. She leaned her head back, allowing Phil to pull on her hair more, as he gave a few experimental thrusts into her. Each thrust made Olivia gasp, her back arching. She bit her lip and looked behind her, smiling at Phil.
Olivia wasn’t the type to smile much. She smiled during sex when she was high, but this time she was stone sober. Phil found it odd, yet also somehow comforting. He smiled back at her, and couldn’t resist moving her hair and stealing a couple of kisses on her neck. Olivia responded with soft little purrs, as Phil slowly moved his cock in and out of her, again and again.
Eventually, the oddly tender moment ended and Phil retrieved his head from her neck area. He continued his assault on Olivia’s pussy, pounding into her fiercely and without mercy, grabbing at her hips.
“Moan for me.” he demanded.
“We’re on school property.” she reminded him. “During school hours. You sure that’s a good idea?”
“I thought you didn’t care about the rules.” Phil countered, never stopping. “I’m already an outcast in the school. How much worse can it get? Moan. For. Me.”
Olivia snickered in naughty disbelief at Phil’s request, but her smug expression didn’t last when Phil gave a few deeper thrusts. She concentrated on what she was feeling, letting her head hang and biting her lips, before the first moan came through. It was as loud as her previous moans, but that one was just testing the waters. After that moan, it was like a dam had been broken, and soon, Olivia Wilde was moaning was alarming volume for two students fucking in a school space during school hours.
“Fuuuuck, Phil…” she moaned. “Fuck yes, Phil. Give me everything you’ve got, PHil. This is so sexy, sir.”
“That’s a good girl.” Phil moaned back. “You like this? You like moaning for me like a little slut, while inside the school?”
“I love it.” Olivia moaned back. “Make me your naughty little bitch, make me into your little cum-slut, fucking impregnate me for all I care. Just never stop fucking me with that big amazing dick of yours.”
Olivia was now moving her hips back into Phil’s, matching his rhythm at a rate that impressed even the drummer himself. It was clear she was getting into this, and Phil knew once she started with that, he wouldn’t be able to last for long.
“Fuck, I… fuck…” Phil panted. “I’m going to blow soon…”
“Cum inside me, Phil.” Olivia panted back. “I want to feel every drop of it flow into me. Paint my insides, fill me up.”
Phil doubled his speed, closing his eyes, lost to his feelings. He thrust into her over and over with a force and speed he didn’t realize he had, practically going crazy and nearly blacking out in his attempt to finish inside her. All at once, the feelings culminated and Phil couldn’t think of anything but how amazing being inside Olivia was. He felt a churning, then a buildup, then a great release. Spurt after spurt filled Olivia as Phil slammed his hips into hers for a few more times. Olivia gave out a loud, drawn-out moan, feeling Phil’s seed filling her. She rolled her hips around, panting and purring, enjoying the feeling of filling up, and also enjoying the effect she clearly was having on Phil.
“Mm, nice.” she giggled. “That felt really good.”
Phil was still trying to catch his breath. “Yeah, it fucking did.” he wheezed. “You’re amazing.”
“You’re pretty good yourself.” Olivia countered. “I shouldn’t have waited that long to get back into contact with you.”
“Are we… good?” Phil asked stupidly. “Like, given how when I c-”
“Yes.”
“Yes…” Phil trailed off cautiously.
“Yes, we’re good.” Olivia clarified. “Holding grudges is stupid anyway. And I… missed this.”
“You missed it, huh?” Phil grinned, retracting his cock from inside her.
Olivia gave a slight moan as she felt him retreat. “Yeah, I missed it.” she bluntly replied. “And I’ll want to do it again, as soon as you want.”
“Only if you want it too.” Phil joked.
“I always want it. And if I don’t want it, that’ll just make it hotter.” Olivia replied coolly.
Phil stared at her for a few seconds before shaking his head. “God damn.” he muttered.
“So,” Olivia tried to make conversation while gathering her clothes. “Is everything really that bad with you?”
“We’ll have to see how bad things get.” Phil replied, gathering his own clothes. “It’s pretty clear that this is only the tip of the iceberg. There’s gonna be more shit, man. There’s gonna be more shit.”
“Well, I hope it’s not too bad.” Olivia replied uneasily. “You seem to be getting a lot of shit. I think.. You should be happy.”
Phil smiled in a puzzled way at her. “Yeah,” he mumbled, trying to figure her out. “But whatever. We’ll see. If nothing else, I always have the council. They know what’s up. They’re loyal to me.”
***
There are four words in the English language that serve as both the most comforting phrase and the most haunting one – this era will end.
Even with the devastating blow to his reputation, Phil never thought for a second that his career as Student Council President would come to a premature end. He was still known as a great president, it was too late in the school year, and his people were loyal to him, even if the shallow student body reacted to any damning gossip as gospel.
He wasn’t even too worried when, an hour before his next Student Council meeting, Mr. Scott, the principal, approached him and let him know that the situation had gotten too public and something had to be done. Phil remained cool and calm as he and Scott discussed what would need to be addressed. Eventually, Scott told him that the council would need to vote on whether they could trust Phil to keep leading the council for the rest of the year. Phil immediately agreed, not that his agreement was needed, and Scott ended up going with him to the next council meeting.