**Chapter 2: Illicit Desires**

The fluorescent lights of Sikowitz's classroom seemed to hum in sync with Maya's racing heart as she caught Beck's eye, her gaze locking onto his with an unspoken understanding. It had been a while since they'd last had a moment to themselves, and the tension between them was palpable. As the class progressed, Maya found herself growing restless, her mind wandering to the rugged contours of Beck's face, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, and the gentle way he touched her. She shifted in her seat, trying to alleviate the building pressure between her legs. Beck, sensing her distraction, subtly adjusted his position, his eyes never leaving hers. Maya's pulse quickened as she realized he was watching her, his gaze burning with a desire that mirrored her own. The classroom door swung open, and Sikowitz announced that he needed to step out for a moment, leaving the students to work on their assignments. The room erupted into a cacophony of chatter and laughter as Beck swiftly got up from his seat, his eyes never leaving Maya's. "Come on," he whispered, his voice low and husky, as he beckoned her toward the janitor's closet. Maya's heart skipped a beat as she hesitated for a moment before getting up and following him. The closet was cramped, with shelves stacked high with cleaning supplies and a single, flickering light bulb casting an intimate glow over the space. Beck's hands were on her the moment the door closed behind them, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, his mouth inches from hers. "I've been wanting you all day," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. Maya's response was a soft moan as Beck's lips claimed hers, his tongue probing deep into her mouth. She felt a rush of excitement as his hands roamed over her body, his fingers dipping beneath her hem, tracing the curve of her thighs. "I need you quiet," he growled, his mouth against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "We can't let anyone hear us." Maya's nod was barely perceptible as Beck's hands slid down to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. He spun her around, his mouth pressing against her neck, his fingers tracing the line of her panties. "Shh," he whispered, his voice a gentle warning as he began to undo his pants. "You have to be quiet, Maya. Can you do that for me?" Maya's response was a barely audible yes, her body trembling with anticipation as Beck's cock brushed against her ass. He groaned, his hands parting her cheeks, his mouth pressing against her skin. As he entered her, Maya's eyes widened, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Beck's hand clamped over her mouth, his fingers muffling her cries as he began to move, his cock pounding into her pussy, ass, and mouth. "You're so wet," he growled, his voice muffled against her skin. "So tight. I love fucking you, Maya." Maya's body responded, her muscles contracting around him, her eyes locked onto his as he moved. She felt a rush of excitement as his fingers probed her mouth, his cock claiming her in every way possible. Their lovemaking was fierce, primal, and utterly passionate, with Beck's dirty talk and Maya's muffled cries the only sounds in the cramped closet. As they reached the climax, Beck's grip on her tightened, his mouth against her ear, his voice a husky whisper. "I'm going to come inside you," he warned, his body shuddering as he released. "And you have to take it, Maya. All of it." Maya's response was a silent scream, her body contracting around him as he filled her, his cock pulsating with release. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the only sound was the beat of their hearts, pounding in sync.