Chapter 6: The Break We Took
The door to the study room clicked shut behind Jasmine as I locked it
The faint sound oddly loud in the quiet of the campus night. Outside, the world continued without us—occasional footsteps from passing security, the distant hum of the vending machine down the corridor—but inside this room, time had folded in on itself.
She turned to face me, her silhouette lit only by the dim blue glow from our laptop screens. Her shirt hung loosely from her shoulders, one button undone, revealing a teasing glimpse of the skin beneath.
“Still sure?” she asked, her voice low but firm.
“I’ve never been more sure,” I said, stepping toward her.
There was no hesitation now. No need to test the air between us anymore—it was heavy with desire and trust.
Jasmine met me halfway, her fingers curling around the front of my shirt as she pulled me into another kiss.
It was deeper this time, more certain. We had crossed the line, and neither of us wanted to go back.
Her hands moved quickly, sliding beneath my shirt to feel the skin underneath.
I let out a quiet breath as she pushed it over my head, then reached for her in return.
My fingers worked at her buttons, one by one, revealing smooth skin and the gentle swell of her breasts beneath a black bralette.
As her shirt slipped off her shoulders, I bent to kiss the curve where her neck met her shoulder, breathing her in.
She smelled faintly of lemongrass and something floral—something warm. Familiar. She let out a soft sigh, her body pressing closer to mine.
Without speaking, I turned her gently by the waist, guiding her back toward the large table where we’d spent countless nights studying.
This was different now. No textbooks. No screens. Just us.
Her hands braced against the edge of the desk as I kissed the back of her neck, my hands running down her sides before sliding around to unbutton her jeans.
She arched slightly under my touch, murmuring something unintelligible as I eased them down over her hips.
She stepped out of them with calm, deliberate movements, glancing back at me once with a playful smirk.
“Still pretending this is a break?” she teased.
I chuckled softly. “Best break I’ve ever had.”
I dropped to my knees behind her, my hands sliding up the backs of her thighs, feeling the soft curve of her hips.
I pressed a kiss just above the waistband of her underwear, watching the way her breath caught.
Slowly, reverently, I peeled the fabric down, revealing her inch by inch. Her skin glowed in the low light—taut, inviting, beautiful.
She was already wet, her body open and responsive.
I ran my hands along her hips, then leaned in, kissing the soft skin of her lower back before I stood up behind her, fingers tracing the curve of her waist.
“Last chance to stop,” I whispered.
She looked back at me, eyes dark, steady.
“I want this. I want you, Nick.
That was all I needed.
I freed myself from my jeans, positioning myself behind her.
One hand on her hip, the other stroking her gently, I lined myself up, pausing just at her entrance.
She shifted her weight back, giving me silent permission, and I slowly slid into her from behind.
The heat, the tightness—it made me gasp.
Jasmine let out a low moan, her hands gripping the edge of the table as I sank fully into her.
We stayed still for a moment, letting the sensation settle between us.
My hands gripped her hips, and hers stayed braced forward as we began to move together, her body rocking gently in rhythm with mine.
She pushed back into me, matching my pace, her breath catching with every thrust. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, then to the back of her neck.
“You feel amazing,” I murmured.
Her response was a soft moan and a tilt of her hips that drove me deeper.
I adjusted my grip, one hand sliding around her front to find her clit, rubbing slow circles as we moved.
She let out a sharp gasp, louder this time, and I instinctively reached forward, covering her mouth gently.
“Shh,” I whispered close to her ear, lips brushing her skin.
“Walls aren’t that thick.”
She nodded into my palm, eyes fluttering as she tried to hold herself together.
But I was losing control. The friction, the heat, the way her body gripped mine—I was right at the edge. My thrusts grew slower, heavier.
“Nick…” she said suddenly, breath hitching.
“Don’t—don’t come inside me.”
Her voice cut through the haze, urgent and clear.
With effort, I pulled out quickly, hand wrapping around myself.
I stroked just a few times before my release hit—hot, sharp, and overwhelming—spilling across her lower back and the edge of the desk.
I groaned low, her name catching in my throat as I leaned against her, catching my breath.
She stayed still, body trembling slightly beneath my touch, both of us panting in the quiet room.
After a moment, I reached for the pack of tissues in my bag and cleaned us both up gently.
Jasmine turned to face me, hair messy, cheeks flushed, eyes soft and glowing.
She reached out and pulled me into a hug, resting her head against my shoulder.
“That... definitely wasn’t just a break,” she said with a breathless laugh.
“No,” I said, kissing her forehead. “That was something else.”
She looked up at me, her fingers brushing my jaw. “You okay?”
I smiled. “Better than okay. You?”
She nodded. “Yeah. That felt... right.”
We didn’t rush to get dressed. We just stood there for a while, enjoying the closeness. Outside, the sun had started to hint at rising, casting the faintest glow into the corners of the room. The study room had never felt so warm.