"It is? Isn't that what you score?"
"You are fucking with me," I say, shaking my head in disbelief. "You actually don't know that a home run is baseball? Hit a home run? There's nothing to hit with in football."
"I'm not into either sport."
"Well, I'm not into English," I retort. "Or whatever the hell it is you're studying."
"Sociology," she informs me. "And my graduating doesn't hinge on my learning football."
"You're a terrible tutor," I say, leaning back, arms crossed over my chest.
"Why is that? I can tutor you without knowing anything about football."
"You're supposed to give me an incentive to learn," I point out. "Make it interesting."
Her face colors. "I'm not even going to ask what you think an incentive is."
"I was going to suggest that you legit learn about what I do," I say. "But if you insist on a more… physical incentive, I'm game. If my paper passes, you take your shirt off."
I don't expect her to take her shirt off. In fact, I fully expect her to slap me for the suggestion. I just want to get a rise out of her.
"I am not taking my shirt off," she says. But when she averts her gaze to look back at the laptop screen, she pulls the edge of her lower lip between her teeth and shifts in her seat.
I know that look. Little Miss Goody Two Shoes might be dirtier than she appears. So I push my luck.
"Your panties, then," I suggest. "And if I get an A, I get to put my face between those thighs and make you come on my tongue."
Now her cheeks turn scarlet. But when she looks at me and doesn't say anything for a minute, I think she actually might be considering it.
And hell, now that I said it out loud, I'm not going to be able to get the image out of my head – Cassie on her back, her legs spread as I bury my face in her pussy. Cassie bucking against my face, her hands on the back of my head as she presses me harder against her. Cassie, as she pants my name when I thrust my tongue inside her.
Fuck. That just gave me the biggest raging boner ever.
Cassie looks at my face, and then looks down. Yep, she just saw it. And she looks at it just a little longer than necessary.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and clears her throat. When she speaks, her voice is tight. "Looking at the quality of your paper, I could safely agree to that with no qualms whatsoever."
"Does that mean you're agreeing that if I get an A, you'll let me lick your pussy until you scream my name?"
"You're so crude. I did not just say that," she protests. "But there's no chance of you getting an A."
"I just need the right incentive."
She just shakes her head and doesn't respond, instead turning her attention to my paper. "I think I get what you're trying to say here, but it's not organized well. Even if the paper is only a page, you should still organize it the way you would a longer paper. Do you know what a thesis statement is?"
Suddenly she's all businesslike as she pulls out her notebook and writes down an example of an outline, something about structuring papers, but I'm not paying attention. All I'm thinking about is the raging hard-on I have that's in no danger of deflating anytime soon — and the fact that I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to make Little Miss Goody Two Shoes come on my tongue.
9
Cassie
I speed-walk to my car after the tutoring session, and drive home with all of the focused attention of a racecar driver. Closing the apartment door behind me, I silently thank the scheduling gods that Sable has a late class today.
Then I head straight for my bedroom where I strip off my jeans and t-shirt, tossing them at the floor. My nipples are already hard underneath my bra, and the throbbing between my legs has been incessant since the tutoring session.
"And if I get an A, I get to put my face between those thighs and make you come on my tongue."
The thought of his filthy words makes me flush hot even now in the privacy of my own room. Colton King is arrogant, crude, and completely disgusting.
And he made me so wet I could barely make it through the tutoring session.
I shimmy out of my panties and bra, reaching into the bedside table to grab my vibrator.
I might be a virgin, but I'm not frigid.
I'm so close to coming just from the tutoring session that I don't even bother to sit down. With one hand on the bed, I bend over and reach between my legs with the vibrator in the other hand, then slip the toy inside my already slick pussy. The sense of relief at the sensation is so palpable that I can't stifle the groan that escapes my lips.
The vibration travels through my body, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Oh God, that feels good.
Closing my eyes, I picture Colton sitting in front of me, his legs spread just like he was today, his cock hard underneath his jeans. He's hard for me.