**”Study Break”**

The classroom was packed, but no one was paying attention. The professor droned on about economics, his voice blending into the hum of the AC. I barely heard any of it—because *she* had just slid her hand between my legs under the desk.

Vivian was my lab partner, but tonight, she was something else entirely. Earlier, she’d leaned in close to “ask a question,” her tits pressing against my arm, her lips brushing my ear. *”You didn’t finish your homework, did you?”* she’d whispered. *”Want me to help you out… under the desk?”*

Now, she was making good on that offer. Her fingers traced the outline of my cock through my jeans, already hard just from her teasing. I shifted in my seat, trying to stay casual, but my heart was pounding. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she unzipped me.

I hissed as the cool air hit my bare skin. She smirked, watching my reaction before wrapping her fingers around my shaft, stroking me slowly. *”Shh,”* she murmured. *”Don’t want anyone to notice, right?”*

Fuck. It was insane—we were right in the middle of class, surrounded by people, and she was jerking me off under the table. I gritted my teeth, trying not to groan. Her thumb swiped over the head of my cock, spreading the wetness already gathering there.

Then, without warning, she ducked under the desk.

I froze. No fucking way.

But the warm, wet heat of her mouth sliding down my cock told me *yes fucking way.* Her tongue swirled around the tip before she took me deeper, her lips tight as she sucked. I clenched my fists on the desk, my hips twitching involuntarily.

*”Jesus—”* I muttered under my breath, barely keeping it together.

She pulled back just enough to whisper, *”Shh, baby. Just relax.”* Then she took me all the way down, her throat flexing around me.

I risked a glance around. No one was looking—except for one guy a few rows ahead. *Shit.* He had his phone out, angled just enough to see under our desk. My stomach flipped—he was filming us.

But Vivian must’ve noticed too, because she *moaned* around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Fuck, she *liked* it. The thought of someone watching made her suck harder, faster, her hand working the base of my shaft while her lips slid up and down.

I could feel my orgasm building, my thighs tensing. *”Viv—I’m gonna—”*

She didn’t stop. Instead, she locked eyes with me as she deepthroated me one last time, her fingers digging into my thighs.

I came hard, biting my lip to keep from groaning as my cock pulsed in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking me clean before tucking me back into my jeans with a satisfied smirk.

By the time she sat back up, she looked perfectly composed—like she hadn’t just given me the best fucking blowjob of my life in the middle of class.

*”See?”* she whispered, brushing her hair behind her ear. *”Studying *can* be fun.”*

I glanced at the guy with the phone. He winked.

Somehow, I had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time.