I moan as he fucks my mouth.
"Cassie, your mouth is so warm and wet," he says, his voice gravely. "I love fucking this sweet little mouth."
Arousal washes over me, carrying me higher and higher. I think I'm half-delirious from pleasure because I couldn't possibly say anything rational at this point, even if my mouth weren't completely filled with his cock.
All I can do is moan.
"Sweet," he says, thrusting into my mouth. I tighten my lips around his shaft as he returns his mouth to my clit.
"Little," he says.
Thrust.
"Mouth."
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
"I'm going to come in that pure little mouth of yours, Cassie," he says, his fingers pressed inside me. I groan when he hits the spot in exactly the right place, with exactly the right pressure I need. My thighs seem to automatically clench his head, and he moans his encouragement as he takes my clit in his mouth, his tongue moving circles around and around until I'm dizzy with desire.
"Come for me, Cassie," he says. "Because I'm about to come in you."
The thought of him exploding in my mouth – the thought of tasting him on my tongue – sends me hurtling over the edge, and my orgasm overtakes me with all of the intensity of a freight train.
He groans loudly, calling my name, before he thrusts his cock down my throat, so deeply that I start to gag. Cum – salty-sweet and tasting like him – floods my mouth. I swallow desperately, my eyes watering as another wave of cum fills my mouth before he pulls out, spilling the rest onto my chest.
"Shit, Cassie are you okay?" he asks quickly. "I – hell, I didn't mean to choke you. I can't believe I lost control like that."
I'm more than okay. I like it when you lose control.
After he takes me into the shower, tenderly cleaning every inch of me, we lie in bed lazily, only half-pretending to study.
"Do you really want to be a professor?" Colton asks.
"Are you asking like, eew, do you really want that kind of a job?"
"Well, I mean, can you imagine having a whole bunch of students like me?"
"Cocky and arrogant?"
"Ridiculously good-looking," he corrects me, rolling over with his leg between mine. "And great in bed."
"I mean, I wouldn't say great," I say. "Adequate, maybe."
"Oh yeah?" He puts his palms against mine as he pins my hands above my head. He presses his cock between my legs.
"After careful consideration, I'm willing to upgrade you to more than adequate."
"I'd prefer mind-blowing, toe-curling, fucking fantastic, never-going-to-be-the-same-again sex."
"God, I'd prefer that, too," I say. "Do you know where I can find some?"
He pushes his cock against my entrance. "Not sure," he teases. "Maybe you should explore your options."
"I don't think I've fully explored this option," I say, arching my hips to meet him.
33
Colton
"You need to focus on studying for your finals," she says, rolling over onto her stomach on the bed.
"How am I supposed to focus when you're lying there naked with that gorgeous ass on display?"
Cassie arches her eyebrow, propping her chin on her elbow as she looks at me. "Because you've had this gorgeous ass already. Several times. You should be worn out."
"Actually, I haven't had that ass yet at all," I correct her, pleased when a flush rises to her cheeks. "And I'm an athlete. I have stamina."
She laughs. "Yes, I'm aware."
She pulls out one of my history books and opens it up. "How did Russia defeat Napoleon's army in 1812?"
Her hair falls down over her forehead, and she pushes it back, then twists it into a messy knot on top of her head, the way she always does, and sticks a pen in it.
Fuck, I love watching her do that.
She catches me looking at her. "What?" she blurts. "Do I have something on my face?"
"No. I just… you're just really pretty, that's all. Not your ass or your body – I mean, those are too. But just… the way you do things sometimes."
She blushes, then clears her throat and looks away before bringing herself up to a sitting position, her legs tucked underneath her. "Since you're obviously not going to study, why don't you teach me about football?" she suggests, changing the subject.
"Lay down and I will."
Cassie raises an eyebrow. "That wasn't a euphemism. I didn't mean fuck me," she says. "I meant actually teach me about football."
"That's exactly what I'm going to do," I insist. "Learning is better when it’s a hands-on experience. You should know that, teacher."
"Tutor." She slides down, her head on the pillow, stretching out beside me like a cat, one arm above her with a hand behind her head. "Is this how you always teach football?"
"Never had to teach anyone before," I admit. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm kind of a big deal. The only women that hang around me are women who know about football."
Cassie snorts. "Your ego is certainly a big deal."
"And this is why it's easy hanging out with you," I say. "Even if you're uptight."
"I am not uptight," she protests. "Anymore."