shit."
"Well, she's not your tutor," I growl.
"Oh, she turned you down," he says, laughing. "Well, hell, I'll take a shot at her then."
"Take a shot at her and we'll have a fucking problem," I say, my tone serious. I'm going to have a huge issue if he thinks he's going to get with Cassie.
Dillon whistles. "Didn't realize you had a girlfriend," he says, his voice a sing-song.
"She's not my damn girlfriend," I grumble as I put the strap of my bag on my shoulder. A couple of people in the athletic center are staring at us, and I realize everyone in the quiet lobby can hear our conversation. And if I stay here a minute longer, I'm going to wind up punching this guy.
"Whatever you say, man."
I head for the door. It's a good thing I'm going to the weight room this afternoon, because I need to work out some pent-up shit.
I'm not sure if it's more pent-up anger or sexual frustration.
----
B lowing off steam physically didn't work at all. Neither did running home after lifting. I think I'm wound up worse than I was before the gym. Now I'm just sweaty and wound up.
Normally, I'd take care of this shit by finding a girl who's more than happy to spread her legs for me. Except right now, that doesn't exactly appeal to me the way it always has in the past.
Now, it feels disgusting somehow.
I exhale heavily, stepping into the shower with thoughts of Cassie running through my head. Cassie, with her dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, sitting across from me at the table, her lips just barely open and looking like she's intentionally being seductive — except I know that's not true. She just has no idea how sexy she is.
The hot water pounds on my back, but does nothing to relieve my stress. Or the boner I have now. I stroke my hard cock and think about Cassie.
" I ncentive ?" she asks. "What kind of incentive are we talking about?"
"The filthiest kind."
She drops to her knees between my legs without me saying another word, like she's been thinking about doing that for a while. The thought that Cassie might have fantasized about wrapping her lips around my cock makes me instantly hard, and when she reaches for the button on my jeans, my cock twitches at her touch.
When she wraps her hand around the base, I have to think about something else to keep from coming. That is not a problem I've ever had before. Not with anyone.
I don't know why this girl, with her abrasive attitude and the whole virgin thing she has going, makes me so fucking hot. But she does.
I run my hand along the length of my shaft in a steady rhythm as I picture Cassie between my legs, opening her sweet lips for me.
S he hesitates before she touches her tongue to my cock, and for a second I think she's going to bail.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, my voice quiet in the tutoring room.
Cassie just smiles, and touches the tip of her tongue gently to the underside of my cock, licking her way to the top in one fluid motion. When she reaches my head, she touches her tongue to the bead of pre-cum on the tip. "I'm sure," she whispers, wrapping her hand around my shaft. Her touch is like nothing I've ever felt before. I can't think of anything else I'd rather do in the fucking world other than be inside Cassie's mouth. Or her pussy. Or put my lips between her legs and taste her. "I've thought about this for so long."
Fuck.
This girl is going to ruin me.
When she wraps her lips around my head, I can't help but groan. Holy shit. This girl might be a virgin, but her mouth is hotter than hell.
I grip her hair as she looks up at me with wide eyes, her lips wrapped securely around my cock. Shit, when she looks at me like that, a mixture of big-eyed innocence and sultry sexiness, it's all I can do not to come right now.
Then she moans as she sucks me, the vibration rippling through me, and I let out a "fuck" deep from my throat. What she's doing to me right now is better than anything I've ever felt before. I don't think I've ever wanted to be
"Well, she's not your tutor," I growl.
"Oh, she turned you down," he says, laughing. "Well, hell, I'll take a shot at her then."
"Take a shot at her and we'll have a fucking problem," I say, my tone serious. I'm going to have a huge issue if he thinks he's going to get with Cassie.
Dillon whistles. "Didn't realize you had a girlfriend," he says, his voice a sing-song.
"She's not my damn girlfriend," I grumble as I put the strap of my bag on my shoulder. A couple of people in the athletic center are staring at us, and I realize everyone in the quiet lobby can hear our conversation. And if I stay here a minute longer, I'm going to wind up punching this guy.
"Whatever you say, man."
I head for the door. It's a good thing I'm going to the weight room this afternoon, because I need to work out some pent-up shit.
I'm not sure if it's more pent-up anger or sexual frustration.
----
B lowing off steam physically didn't work at all. Neither did running home after lifting. I think I'm wound up worse than I was before the gym. Now I'm just sweaty and wound up.
Normally, I'd take care of this shit by finding a girl who's more than happy to spread her legs for me. Except right now, that doesn't exactly appeal to me the way it always has in the past.
Now, it feels disgusting somehow.
I exhale heavily, stepping into the shower with thoughts of Cassie running through my head. Cassie, with her dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, sitting across from me at the table, her lips just barely open and looking like she's intentionally being seductive — except I know that's not true. She just has no idea how sexy she is.
The hot water pounds on my back, but does nothing to relieve my stress. Or the boner I have now. I stroke my hard cock and think about Cassie.
" I ncentive ?" she asks. "What kind of incentive are we talking about?"
"The filthiest kind."
She drops to her knees between my legs without me saying another word, like she's been thinking about doing that for a while. The thought that Cassie might have fantasized about wrapping her lips around my cock makes me instantly hard, and when she reaches for the button on my jeans, my cock twitches at her touch.
When she wraps her hand around the base, I have to think about something else to keep from coming. That is not a problem I've ever had before. Not with anyone.
I don't know why this girl, with her abrasive attitude and the whole virgin thing she has going, makes me so fucking hot. But she does.
I run my hand along the length of my shaft in a steady rhythm as I picture Cassie between my legs, opening her sweet lips for me.
S he hesitates before she touches her tongue to my cock, and for a second I think she's going to bail.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, my voice quiet in the tutoring room.
Cassie just smiles, and touches the tip of her tongue gently to the underside of my cock, licking her way to the top in one fluid motion. When she reaches my head, she touches her tongue to the bead of pre-cum on the tip. "I'm sure," she whispers, wrapping her hand around my shaft. Her touch is like nothing I've ever felt before. I can't think of anything else I'd rather do in the fucking world other than be inside Cassie's mouth. Or her pussy. Or put my lips between her legs and taste her. "I've thought about this for so long."
Fuck.
This girl is going to ruin me.
When she wraps her lips around my head, I can't help but groan. Holy shit. This girl might be a virgin, but her mouth is hotter than hell.
I grip her hair as she looks up at me with wide eyes, her lips wrapped securely around my cock. Shit, when she looks at me like that, a mixture of big-eyed innocence and sultry sexiness, it's all I can do not to come right now.
Then she moans as she sucks me, the vibration rippling through me, and I let out a "fuck" deep from my throat. What she's doing to me right now is better than anything I've ever felt before. I don't think I've ever wanted to be
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