The bell rang for the last period, but the senior section of Delhi Public School stayed frozen.

Everyone knew what was coming.

Rohan Malhotra leaned back in his seat at the back, white school shirt unbuttoned collar, tie loosened like he owned the place. Nineteen, cricket captain, permanent topper, and the guy every girl whispered about in the corridors. But his eyes were locked on only one person.

Ananya Singh.

She sat two rows ahead, back straight, long black hair in a high ponytail that swayed every time she raised her hand. Eighteen, new transfer, and the only student who had dared to beat his score in the last three unit tests. Fierce. Brilliant. Untouchable.

Until today.

Mrs. Khanna finished writing the marks on the board.

Rohan – 98

Ananya – 95

The class erupted in whispers. Rohan smirked, slow and dangerous.

Ananya’s shoulders tensed. She turned just enough for their eyes to clash. Hers were fire. His were pure victory.

After class, he cornered her in the empty corridor near the library.

The school was almost deserted — only the distant sound of the peon sweeping.

“95, Singh,” he drawled, stepping so close her back hit the wall. “Close. But not close enough.”

Ananya lifted her chin, refusing to shrink. “Next time I’ll destroy you, Malhotra.”

Rohan’s smile turned filthy. He braced one hand beside her head, caging her in.

“Want to make it interesting?” His voice dropped. “Every test from now on… highest scorer wins a prize. If I win… you get on your knees and wrap those pretty lips around my cock. Right here in school. Or wherever I say.”

Ananya’s breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed dark red, but her eyes flashed with challenge — and something hotter.

“And if I win?” she asked, voice barely steady.

“You get to slap me in front of the entire class and call me a loser.”

She laughed once — sharp, defiant. “Deal.”

He leaned in until his lips brushed her ear. “Good girl. First payment starts now.”

Her eyes widened. “We just took the test—”

“I already won.” He grabbed her wrist, gentle but firm, and pulled her toward the old abandoned store room behind the auditorium — the one everyone knew was never locked.

The door clicked shut behind them. Dim light filtered through a cracked window. Dust and old books everywhere.

Rohan locked the door.

“On your knees, Ananya.”

She stared at him for a long second — pride warring with the sudden throb between her thighs. Then, slowly, she sank down.

“Fuck,” he breathed, unzipping his trousers. His cock sprang free — thick, long, already leaking at the tip. “Look at you. My rival on her knees like a good little slut.”

Ananya’s hands trembled as she wrapped her fingers around him. He was hot, heavy, pulsing.

“Never done this before?” he asked, voice rough.

She shook her head, eyes huge.

“First time sucking senior cock in the store room,” he groaned. “Open that smart mouth.”

She parted her lips.

He guided the head inside — slow, letting her tongue swirl around the tip.

“Fuck… that’s it… taste how hard you made me all class.”

Ananya moaned around him — soft, surprised, “Mmm…”

The vibration made his hips jerk. He fisted her ponytail, not rough, but controlling.

“Suck, baby. Show me how bad you want to beat me next time.”

She took him deeper. Gagged a little. Tears pricked her eyes but she didn’t stop. The wet, filthy sounds of her mouth working him filled the tiny room.

Rohan’s head fell back. “God… your mouth is better than I imagined. Look at you — topper on her knees, drooling on my cock.”

She pulled off just enough to gasp, “You talk too much… shut up and fuck my mouth.”

His laugh was dark. He thrust gently, testing.

She took it. Moaned louder — “Mmmph… ahh…”

He started moving — shallow at first, then deeper, fucking her pretty face in steady strokes.

“That’s my girl… take it… choke on your senior’s cock like the rival slut you are.”

Her hands gripped his thighs. She sucked harder, tongue swirling, hollowing her cheeks. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her white school shirt.

Rohan’s grip tightened in her hair.

“I’m close… fuck… you’re gonna swallow every drop, Ananya. Understand?”

She moaned in answer — desperate, needy — “Mmm-hmm…”

He came with a low, guttural groan — “Fuck—Ananya—!”

Hot, thick spurts hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed frantically, some spilling from the corners of her lips.

He pulled out slowly, cock still twitching.

Wiped the mess from her chin with his thumb and pushed it back into her mouth.

“Swallow.”

She did. Eyes locked on his the whole time.

Rohan helped her stand. Her knees were red, lips swollen, shirt stained.

He kissed her — sudden, deep, almost tender.

“You’re dangerous,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’ve never been this impressed by anyone.”

Ananya smirked, even with trembling legs.

“Next test I’m winning. And when I do… you’re the one getting on your knees.”

Rohan laughed low. “Can’t wait.”

He straightened her tie, brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“Same time next week, rival. Unless you want to lose again sooner.”

She walked out first, head high, cheeks still flushed.

But her thighs were pressed together the entire way home.

Because she already knew — she was going to lose the next test on purpose.

Just to feel his cock in her mouth again.