"How the fuck did you land her?" Dillon, a cornerback on the team, catches up with me in the athletic center outside of one of the tutoring rooms. He eyeballs Cassie's retreating figure as she walks toward the exit door, well out of earshot. She's wearing tight jeans and flip-flops and this tank top that skims over her waist and hangs to the top of her ass, but doesn't quite cover it.
Which is why I'm standing here ogling her as she walks, her hips swaying slowly.
I swear that she's the most effortlessly sexy woman I've ever laid eyes on. I don't think she has a clue how hot she is.
It’s been two weeks of tutoring sessions – professional, appropriate tutoring sessions – and I should be congratulated for behaving myself because it’s damn near impossible being in the same room with this girl and not ripping her clothes right off her.
Dillon says something again.
"Huh?" I grunt absently, watching the automatic doors in the lobby open and Cassie disappear outside. I wonder where she's going, if she goes out with friends or goes out on dates.
The thought of her going out on dates makes my jaw clench.
"Her," Dillon says. "How did you land the hot chick as a tutor? I thought the tutors were all ugly as hell. Or nerdy guys."
I shrug. "She's not really that hot," I mutter casually. I don't know why I say it, exactly. It's not true at all. She's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"She's a great lay, isn't she?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snap, turning to look at him. I've never liked Dillon, not since I met him. He's one of those guys who's just a little off, you know? Dead behind the eyes and shit. He might be my teammate, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't put his stupid head through a wall.
He puts his hands up, laughing as he takes a step backward. "Don't be so touchy, man. I was just asking if you hit that yet. Because if she were my tutor, I'd be all over her 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.
* * *
Blowing 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.
"Incentive?" 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.
She 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.