Chapter 1: The First Dance with Neja
The valeta had ended, but the night was far from over. The air was thick with the scent of celebration, cheap cologne, and the lingering thrill of forbidden promises. Rok, all sharp jawline and smoldering eyes, leaned against the wall of the dimly lit school hallway, a smirk playing on his lips. The music from the gymnasium still echoed faintly, but the real rhythm was the pounding in his chest. He knew tonight was going to be legendary.
Neja strutted toward him, her heels clicking with purpose on the tiled floor. Her crimson dress hugged every curve of her athletic frame, the slit up her thigh teasing a glimpse of smooth, tanned skin. She wasn’t just a pretty face; she was a force—captain of the volleyball team, quick with a barb, and never one to back down.
‘So, Rok,’ she purred, stopping just close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her jasmine perfume. ‘You think you can keep up with me after all that dancing? Or are you just gonna stand there looking like a lost puppy?’
Rok chuckled, pushing off the wall to close the distance between them. ‘Oh, Neja, I’ve got moves you haven’t even dreamed of. Question is, can you handle the heat?’
Her eyes flashed with challenge, a wicked grin spreading across her face. ‘Heat? Baby, I’m the fucking inferno. Let’s see if you can light my fire.’
She grabbed his tie, pulling him toward a nearby classroom. The door creaked as they slipped inside, the darkness wrapping around them like a velvet curtain. Neja shoved him against the teacher’s desk, her hands already tugging at his shirt buttons. ‘Don’t waste my time, pretty boy. Show me what you’ve got.’
Rok’s hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. ‘Trust me, I’m not here to play games. I want to feel every inch of you.’ His voice dropped to a growl, and Neja’s breath hitched, her confidence only fueling his desire.
She laughed, sharp and teasing, as she hiked up her dress, revealing lace panties that barely covered her. ‘Good. Because I’m not some delicate flower. I want it hard, and I want it now.’ Her fingers worked his belt with expert precision, freeing him as she smirked. ‘Not bad, Rok. Let’s see if that cock of yours can keep up with your mouth.’
He was already hard, aching as her hand wrapped around him, stroking with a boldness that made his knees weak. ‘Fuck, Neja, you don’t mess around,’ he muttered, his hands sliding under her dress to find her wet, dripping pussy. She was shaved smooth, the heat of her driving him wild as he teased her through the lace.
‘Mess around? I’m here to win,’ she shot back, pushing him down onto the desk and straddling him. Her eyes locked with his, fierce and hungry, as she guided him inside her tight heat. ‘Now, make me feel it.’
Their bodies moved in a frantic rhythm, the desk creaking beneath them. She rode him with a ferocity that left him panting, sweating, her nails digging into his shoulders. ‘Harder, Rok,’ she demanded, her voice a mix of command and need. ‘Don’t hold back.’
He didn’t. He thrust up into her, meeting her every move, the tension building until it was unbearable. Her moans grew sharper, her body trembling as she came, clenching around him. Rok couldn’t hold on any longer—his release hit like a tidal wave, spilling into her as he groaned her name.
They stayed there for a moment, catching their breath, her forehead resting against his. ‘Not bad,’ Neja finally said, a sly grin on her lips as she slid off him. ‘But don’t think I’m done with you yet. This was just round one.’
Rok smirked, already hungry for more. ‘Bring it on, Neja. I’ve got plenty left for the rest of the night.’
And with six more girls waiting in the wings, he knew this valeta afterparty was only getting started.
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