Chapter 60: In The University (R18)
The east lawn faded behind us as Lia kept her grip on my wrist like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go. Her steps were quick, almost bouncy, the pleated skirt swishing around her thighs with every stride.
She kept glancing back at me, that small, real smile from the bench still playing on her lips, brighter now, glowing with something like disbelief and pure joy.
"You’re insane," she whispered for the third time, half-laughing. "A hundred thousand dollars. Just like that. Daddy, you—"
"Stop saying it like I bought a car," I murmured, letting her pull me along the side path that curved behind the business school buildings. "I told you. I’m handling it. All of it."
She didn’t answer with words. Instead she tugged me harder, veering off the main path toward a narrow service alley between the old library annex and a maintenance shed no one ever seemed to use.
Overgrown ivy crawled up one wall, and a cluster of tall bushes screened the dead-end corner from casual view. It wasn’t perfect privacy, but it was hidden enough. Campus noise drifted faintly—distant voices, birds, the low hum of a lawnmower somewhere far off.
Lia stopped in the shadowed nook, turned, and looked up at me. Her lighter eyes were shining.
"I want to reward you," she said softly, cheeks already pinking. "Right now."
Before I could respond, she rose on her toes and kissed me as if she was hungry, grateful, desperate. Her hands fisted in my shirt as she pressed her whole body against mine.
I backed her gently into the ivy-covered wall, deepening the kiss until she whimpered into my mouth. Her tongue met mine, shy at first, then bolder, tasting like the strawberry lip balm she’d worn earlier. One of her legs hooked around my calf, skirt riding high.
"Fuck, Lia," I growled against her lips. "You’re shaking."
"I’m happy," she breathed. "I’m so happy I feel like I’m going to explode. Let me... let me do something for you."
Her hands slid down my chest, trembling slightly as she dropped to her knees right there on the patchy grass and concrete. The uniform blouse stretched across her chest as she looked up at me, embarrassed heat flooding her face all the way to her ears.
"Daddy... if someone comes..."
The words were hesitant, but her thighs pressed together under the skirt. She was embarrassed—mortified, even—but her breathing had already gone shallow with that familiar thrill. My little masochist. My secret exhibitionist who got soaked at the fear of being caught.
I threaded my fingers through her dark hair, not pushing, just holding. "Then you’d better be quiet, baby. Be a good girl for daddy."
She bit her lip hard and nodded. With shaky hands she worked my belt open, then my zipper, freeing my cock. It was already rock-hard, thick and flushed.
Lia stared at it for a second, that mix of nerves and hunger flickering across her face, before she leaned in and took me into her warm mouth.
"Shit—" I hissed.
She was still clumsy, still learning, but the eagerness made up for everything. Soft, wet sucks at first, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the precum leaking for her.
She took me deeper, cheeks hollowing, one small hand stroking the base where her lips couldn’t reach. Drool slipped down her chin, landing on her blouse. The sight of her in that innocent university uniform on her knees, sucking me off behind a shed while campus life continued thirty yards away, was obscene.
Lia pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my cock. "Am I... doing okay?" she whispered, voice hoarse. Her free hand was under her own skirt, touching herself.
"You’re perfect," I praised, thumb brushing her cheek. "Look at you. Kneeling for daddy where anyone could walk by. Does that turn you on?"
Her face burned crimson, but she nodded frantically and dove back down, taking me deeper this time. She gagged softly when I hit the back of her throat but didn’t pull away.
The little choked sounds she made, the way her eyes watered while she kept sucking like she needed it more than air—it was driving me insane. The risk made her frantic. She bobbed faster, messy and eager, the wet noises barely muffled by the ivy.
I groaned low, gripping her hair tighter. "Good girl. Such a filthy little reward."
She moaned around my cock at the praise, the vibration shooting straight through me. Her hand worked in time with her mouth, twisting just right. I could tell she was close herself just from sucking me—thighs clenched, hips rocking subtly against her own fingers.
I pulled her off gently before I lost it. "Up. Skirt up. Now."
Lia rose on shaky legs, eyes glassy. She turned, bracing her hands on the wall, and flipped the pleated skirt over her ass. No panties again—she’d left them off after the car last night. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, dripping down her inner thighs.
I didn’t wait. I gripped her hips and thrust in hard, burying myself in one rough stroke. She cried out, the sound echoing slightly before she bit her arm to muffle it.
"Fuck~ daddy!" she gasped.
I set a brutal pace immediately, pounding into her tight heat. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the little hidden corner. I reached around and rubbed her clit roughly while I railed her, the other hand fisting her hair to arch her back.
"You love this, don’t you?" I growled against her ear. "Getting fucked like a slut right on campus. Anyone could hear you moaning for daddy."
"Yes~ yes, I do," she whimpered, pushing back to meet every thrust. Her walls fluttered and clenched around me, milking my cock. The embarrassment and fear only made her wetter. She was soaking, dripping down my balls with every deep stroke.
I spanked her ass hard, the sharp crack loud in the quiet alley. She keened, pussy spasming.
"Again~ please, daddy, harder~"
I gave her what she wanted. Rough, punishing thrusts that made her tits bounce under the blouse, my handprints blooming pink on her ass.
I wrapped a hand loosely around her throat from behind, just enough pressure to make her head spin. She came hard with a broken sob, body shaking, walls clamping down like she never wanted me to leave.
I fucked her through it, chasing my own release, the pressure building fast—
A soft rustle. Not the wind. A footstep. Very close.
We both froze mid-thrust, my cock buried deep inside her pulsing cunt.
Slowly, I turned my head.
There, half-hidden behind the edge of the maintenance shed, was another university student. A girl, maybe nineteen or twenty, with wide eyes and a face flushed deep red.
She had one hand pressed over her mouth, the other gripping the corner of the shed like she was trying to steady herself. Her uniform skirt was slightly wrinkled, legs pressed together. She wasn’t moving. Just staring, breath shallow, cheeks burning.
Lia’s pussy clenched violently around me at the sight—pure shock mixed with a fresh wave of humiliating arousal. She didn’t scream. She didn’t pull away. She stayed there, impaled on my cock, trembling.
The girl’s eyes flicked from my face, down to where I was still balls-deep inside Lia, then back up. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
For a long, charged second, none of us moved.
I kept my voice low, calm, but edged with heat as I looked straight at the hidden girl.
"...You going to just watch, or do you want something?"
Lia whimpered softly at my words, another rush of wetness coating my cock. The voyeur’s flush deepened impossibly, her thighs squeezing together tighter as she stayed frozen in place, caught between fleeing and something far more dangerous.
