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The classroom was quiet, only broken up by the hum of the air conditioner and the low panting of the room's occupants.
Momo couldn't stop herself from shivering as she felt Kenta's hands roam her back. His mouth was at her neck, his teeth scraping against skin to send a wave of pleasure that pooled between her legs. He had latched onto her the moment the door had shut, and her only concern was the timing.
“We should- we should stop,” She protested breathlessly as Kenta's fingers dug a trail of fire under the cheerleaders uniform to the hastily constructed bra underneath. “We'll get- we'll get in trouble if we're caught.”
The few times she'd touched herself before had felt nothing like this.
“If.” He responded in that low, rumbling tone she found fascinating.
Unbothered by her weak protest, Kenta was able to deftly undo the latch on her bra, and slide it off her before throwing it to the classroom floor. Her chest now free, her nipples poked obscenely against the fabric for Kenta to see, as he lifted her up with ease onto the nearest desk.
Her top was bunched up around her neck as Kenta took one of her breasts into his mouth and she gasped as he teased her nipple with his tongue.
Instinctively her legs locked around Kenta's waist, and pulled him closer in response to her shifting position. She could feel his erection pressing against her core, and she experimentally rubbed herself against him, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping her as her clit brushed up against the tented fabric of his track pants.
“We- need to- get back,” Momo continued to protest in between moans, even as she found herself grinding her hips against Kenta, seeking that earlier friction.She brought one of her hands up and under his shirt for her nails to dig into his well-muscled back as the other ran through his hair to pull him closer to her chest. “The sports-”
She found herself cut off as Kenta's hand dipped down between her legs with his thumb gently circling her clit as his fingers teased the edges of her labia with promises of what was to come. She could feel herself leaking onto the desk from her own wetness from the foreplay as Kenta released her nipple with a wet pop to trail kisses up her neck.
“Tell me to stop,” He whispered in her ear, as Momo's breath grew labored. “Tell me, no, you don't want to do this, instead of these excuses and I'll stop. So,”
The tip of his finger slip into her, his touch almost unbearably hot as she groaned in satisfaction.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, already knowing the answer.
She shook her head slightly as she rolled her hips, fucking herself against Kenta's hand as words failed her. Kenta's thumb was doing wonderful things as he slid another finger in. His touch was heaven as his fingers plunged into her, finding what she liked best by how she reacted, until she could feel herself so close to the edge as he whispered compliments and encouragements in her ear.
Only a few minutes ago, she had slipped away with Kenta in tow to prevent herself from killing Mineta on national television, now she was coming in the palm of his hand. The tournament, and the little raisin pervert, now the furthest thing from her mind..
Momo leaned forward, biting down hard, into Kenta's shoulder to muffle her scream as she came. They stayed locked together, as Kenta let Momo ride out her first orgasm.
Eventually, Kenta withdrew his fingers, and she winced at the sudden absence inside her. After a moment, he pulled her off his shoulder, and kissed her. Slow, and relaxed, Momo felt like she might melt in that moment as she kissed him back, a bit of his blood on her tongue.
Her hands explored his body, his chiseled abs, and forearms corded with muscle. She wanted to take her time, to relish in the moment, and she wanted to frantically undress him to start what she knew was coming next. To explore every inch of him, and taste him as he did the same to her.
She took a lesson from him and kissed her way up his throat to his lips, nipping playfully at his lips only to be rewarded with a amused rumbling.
When she felt Kenta's hand trace her inner thigh, she deepened the kiss. She could feel the shifting of fabric as her panties were nudged to the side, and his track pants were pulled down slightly.
She didn't need to be told what to do next.
Blindly, her hands groped in the space between them in an attempt to help, even as she never stopped kissing Kenta. She could feel how hot, and hard he was, for her, as he rubbed his shaft against her slick labia.
There was a flash of discomfort, and a sharp hiss of pain as Kenta's cock pushed into her, moving inch after inch deeper into her. She had never had something so large inside her. Momo took deep breaths, letting the discomfort wash over her as small tears filled her eyes, then Kenta's thumb was back at her clit, gently easing her tense body, as kisses and words of encouragement soothed her.
A minute or two of kisses and the gentle attention of his hands was all it took for the discomfort to fade. Then Kenta started to move, slow, to scrape every inch of himself against her, with every push and pull of his shaft drawing an array of sounds from her. To find out what spots she merely liked, and what she truly loved.
“Harder,” She breathed, as she felt Kenta continue at his languid pace. He had to be messing with her, teasing her with what she wanted by keeping it just out of reach.
He hm'd at her request, as he pinched and pulled at one of her nipples, now red and sore from his earlier attention.
“Harder,” She repeated, louder this time. She rolled her hips in time with his thrusts as if to tell him to hurry up.
“So bossy,” He complained as his hand drifted up from her breast to grasp her chin. With ease, he pushed her down to lay her flat on the desk, his hand around her throat as he loomed over her. “It has been so long since I got to truly enjoy myself, I thought to savor this meal.”
“But if the princess wants me to,” He said as his free hand groped one of her tits, and the one around her throat gave a light squeeze. “I can go harder.”
Momo shrieked, as Kenta gave her what she asked for, his cock slamming into her fully. Her tits slapped against each other, and she could hear the scraping of the desk against the floor as Kenta picked up his pace to almost-violently slam into her.
The earlier gentleness was gone, replaced with a far more brutal pleasure. She couldn't stop herself from crying out as Kenta's cock plunged into her, and his relentless pace continued, his free hand playing with her tits as they violently jiggled.
She could feel his cock fill every inch of her as she came again after minutes of the harsh pounding, feeling her walls clench around Kenta's hot shaft. Any attempt at quieting herself were long gone as her incoherent cries of pleasure filled the classroom.
When Kenta finally came, he erupted inside of her. She could feel herself almost fit to burst as molten seed pumped into her. Her voice was shot,she knew she would be immensely sore later, and she was going to have a hell of a time trying to cover up the various love marks all over her body, but that didn't matter right now.
Now she was coming off the high of orgasmic bliss, as Kenta pulled his cock out of her, a steady rivulet of cum following behind. It had been a bit rougher than she expected, but as Kenta's hand left her throat, she raised herself up on a shaky elbow as another hand hooked around his neck to pull him down into another kiss, and stabilize herself.
“Hard enough for you?” He teased in his rumbling voice when she let him go.
She nodded shakily. Her first time had been far more intense than she would have though, but it had felt great. She didn't trust herself not to collapse into a pile of mush on the floor, so she stayed atop the desk as she leaned into Kenta's chest for support.
“Good,” Kenta said as his gripped her ass, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave a bruise. “We are not finished.”
Momo looked down, Kenta's shaft between them at full mast as it glistened with her juices, a bit of semen leaking out of the tip. Nothing had ever seemed as simultaneously enticing as it was intimidating to think about, as another round.
“I don't know if I can handle another round right now...” She admitted. They would have to get back to the festival at some point, or their absence would surely be noted, if it wasn't already. They were probably already late for the 1v1's, and most likely disqualified. “But, you know...”
She was sitting in an empty classroom, her tits out and come leaking out of her, and she felt better than ever. She tilted her head to look up at Kenta.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”