Chapter Six// Missing

He stole my panties, Flora thought angrily.

And her favourite pair at that.

Flora was a hot mess— both physically and mentally.

She could barely concentrate on anything. Class, her studies, homework, college applications, it all became a giant blur.

Her focus was totally and completely on Alex.

What had she done?

Part of her felt guilty, she let a man, whom she only met a few days ago, give her a mind-blowing orgasm in a classroom, and on a teacher's desk...

It didn't even sound like her.

But the other part of her felt liberated. He made her feel amazing— in more ways than one. And now, all she could think about was getting on her knees for him, or having his head between her legs again, or—

"There you are!" Melanie sang from across the hallway.

Flora grew nervous. She wanted nothing more than to tell Melanie all about what had happened in detention, but she knew a crowded hallway was the last place she could spill her secret to a very loud Melanie.

"I'm so mad at you," Melanie said seriously, her lips forming a pout.

"I'm sorry?" Flora was both confused and worried.

"You should be! You promised you'd call me last night."

Flora exhaled a massive sigh of relief. She hadn't found out.

"I'm sorry, Mel. I was so tired when I got home I just passed out," She wasn't totally lying. Alex really took the energy out of her.

"Okay, I'll forgive you, and I know how you can make it up to me!" Melanie batted her eyelashes suggestively. Flora began to think she was never really mad in the first place.

"I told you, I'm not going to that stupid party—"

"No, not the party— but we'll talk about that later. You're coming to the football game with me tonight."

Football...

Flora wasn't one for sports, least of all contact sports. Nor did she have much 'school spirit.'

"I don't think so, Mel. I have lots of—"

"No more excuses. You're going and that's final." Melanie shot Flora her motherly glare and she knew better than to protest.

"Fine," she sighed, "I'll go."

Maybe it would be good, Flora thought. A much needed break from her filthy thoughts.

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Flora sat on the bleachers next to Melanie who eagerly cheered on the football players. Flora doubted if Melanie even knew who she was cheering for.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom," Flora yelled over the noisy crowd. She felt like she was drowning in the cheers.

Melanie nodded her head dismissively, paying little attention to Flora, and a whole lot of attention to the school's quarterback.

Flora walked towards the quietest spot she could think of, the big oak tree across the parking lot, and far, far away from the football field. She just wanted to collect her thoughts, she could barely hear herself think back there.

However, enjoying her new-found solitude was short lived, when she spots Alex pacing near his car in the lot.

He had avoided her all day, and she knew it. Not showing up to History was her first clue. So, what was he doing here now?

Flora had enough of her thoughts. She wouldn't get any answers unless she worked up enough courage to go over there and ask him herself— and that's precisely what she did.

"Where are my panties?" She blurted out, before she even had the chance to think it through.

"Well, hello to you too, flower."

Flora could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, as the smirk on his face grew wider.

" I ugh..."

"What's got you so flustered, princess?"

His growing smirk made Flora more angry than anything else.

"The one's I had on yesterday, before you—"

"Before I what?"

He was teasing her, and she knew it, but she took the bait anyways. Her cheeks grew crimson and her gaze avoided his.

"Just give them back," Flora spoke in a hurried and hushed tone, even though they were the only two in the parking lot.

"You mean these?" Alex asked cocking a brow, pulling the pale pink, lace-y underwear from his jacket pocket.

Flora just about fainted right there and then.

"Alex," she hissed, but her scolding was no use, the smirk on his face only grew more devious.

She reached up to grab the underwear but Alex held them just out of her reach.

Shoving the panties back into his coat pocket. Alex grabbed her waist and spun her around, pinning her against the car's exterior before she could even begin to protest.

Flora's eyes fluttered shut, remembering the warmth of his fingers as they danced along her inner thigh.

He spread her legs apart, her skirt hiking up her thighs. His fingers felt fiery against her skin, like sparks being set alight with every gentle touch. His hand finally reached her clothed core, pushing the pad of his thumb against her clit.

"I thought you'd take the hint and stop wearing these," Alex spoke huskily, referring to the new black panties she had worn today.

"Maybe I need to make myself more clear."

Alex bent down, pulling the black material down her thighs and off her body completely.

"No," Alex began, kissing her left thigh gently.

"More," he continued, running his tongue across her core, causing Flora to immediately buck her hips towards his mouth.

"Panties," he finished.

His mouth finally enclosed over her clit, sucking harshly, as though his life depended on it. Flora gasped, her hands instantly tugging at his hair.

"Is that clear?" He asked, his dominant eyes glaring up at her from beneath her skirt. Flora could barely stand on her own two feet anymore.

"Y-yes," Flora breathed, completely oblivious to the fact that they were in public, where anyone could catch them. Although, perhaps that only added to the fun.

He stood, removing his mouth from her heat. Flora whined, instantly missing the pleasure his tongue gave her, before sighing softly once his fingers replaced his mouth, rubbing slow, teasing circles against her clit.

Alex's mouth hovered above hers, breathing in every moan and whimper to fall from her mouth. Finally, without warning, he smashed his lips against her's in a needy, hungry kiss; letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"Babygirl?" Alex asked, his voice so raw and sexy Flora nearly came then and there.

Flora hummed, words not forming in her mind coherently enough to speak.

"Cum for me."

His breath was hot against her neck, as his fingers moved faster and faster against her clit, causing Flora to orgasm quickly and powerfully. Her legs trembled and shook. If it weren't for Alex's strong hold on her waist, she would have fallen atop the concrete.

He slipped his fingers from between her legs and into his mouth, just as he had the day before. He hummed around them, lapping up all her juices.

The guilt bubbled inside her gut once again, as she lay her head against his car, her chest heaving, quickly rising and falling.

She couldn't keep doing this— despite how great it made her feel. It was too... intimate. And they weren't an 'item.' She wasn't even sure what they were. Suddenly she felt sick with guilt.

"I can't—we can't— do this anymore."

Flora swore she saw a foreign emotion flash through his eyes. Anger? Hurt?

"I have to go," Flora muttered quietly, and this time, it was her to flea, leaving Alex to stand alone in the empty parking lot.