“I suppose I am,” Clarissa beams. I see her glance at her cell phone as it bings.
“Hey I gotta get going. Lover boy is looking for me,” she says, walking into her room to get ready.
I feel a little better after confiding in Clarissa. I was surprised to find out she has her own doubts about meeting the challenge. I know Lexi feels the same way I do. We should make Deena clean for putting us all up to this ridiculous challenge.
nine
CLARISSA
I ride Grant hard, swiveling my hips down onto his rigid manhood, riding myself into delicious ecstasy that leaves me breathless and panting for more. He buries his face in between my bodacious breasts as he likes to call them and languishes both nipples with his tongue, heightening their sensitivity. Then he cups them and tweaks my hardened nipples.
“Oh Professor,” I say breathlessly as I am almost there and this close to unraveling. Then Grant hugs me close and rolls me over, all while staying buried deep inside me. He’s now on top of me, pumping furiously into me. With each stroke I moan softly, nothing in the world feels as good as when Grant’s inside me bare. The expert way he rolls his hips sends me over the edge as he releases inside me. He lets out a low, guttural growl and falls onto me with all of his weight that I welcome with open arms. I love being smothered by him as I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him tight against my body. You know why don’t you? I need to enjoy this man and his delicious body for as long as possible, cherish our moments together for as long as I’m able.
“I love this,” he whispers in my ear.
“Mmmm,” is all I murmur.
“Basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking,” he says, raising up and kissing my lips tenderly. “Y,ou’re quiet tonight.”
“Oh am I, I thought I was rather loud,” I say with a mischievous laugh. I know exactly what he means, but I don’t want to go there tonight.
“What are you thinking?”
“How much I enjoy every inch of your delicious body,” I whisper.
“You are stealing my line, Miss Clarkson,” he teases. He wraps his arms around me and we fall into a deep luxurious slumber.
*****
Morning comes and my Professor kisses me awake.
“Mmmm, good morning,” I murmur stretching my body.
“Let me take you out for breakfast this morning,” Grant offers to my surprise.
“Isn’t that risky?” I ask.
“No it’s a small out of the way neighborhood place, no one will see us.” Over breakfast Grant asks when I can come over this week.
“I have two tests I need to study for this week,” I tell him.
“How about Wednesday?” he asks. I stiffen as I realize that’s the night I see Maroon 5 with Jason.
“I’m going to see Maroon 5 that night, I’m soooo excited and I can’t wait!”
“Cool, I know how crazy you are about them. Who are you going with?”
“A group of us are going,” I answer. He pauses for a moment before he asks me the loaded question.
“Is Jason Bancroft going with you?”
“He’s one in the group,” I reply, looking away. When I glance back at him his jaw clenches as he takes a swig of his coffee and he won’t look at me.
“Is he pursuing you?”
“Grant, we are just friends,” I say with an awkward laugh.
“He wants more, I see the way he fawns over you in class.”
“Stop it, he does not,” I deny, deny, deny to him as well as myself.
Grant’s expression darkens, but he says no more about it and doesn’t ask me when I’ll come over again.
We get back to his place and when I’m just about out the door he drops a bomb on me. One comment.
“If it’s Bancroft you want, we’re done here,” he says stoically without an ounce of emotion behind his words, just a chill.
“What, so just like that you’re ready to cast me aside?” I say with a slight whimper to my voice which I don’t like hearing.
“It’s your choice Miss Clarkson, not mine,” he says coldly.
“Grant, it’s not like it’s a date or anything. A group of us are going.”
“Suit yourself,” he clips out. I wrap my arms around his neck and press against him and he doesn’t touch me. He’s mad.
“Can I come over Friday night?” I ask. He pierces me with those blue eyes of his for a long moment before his hands grasp my face and his lips crash onto mine in a sudden and passionate kiss that steals my breath away. He closes the front door and turns me around and presses me against it.
“I want you one more time before you leave, Miss Clarkson,” he whispers huskily into my ear as he pulls my pants down.
“Yes, take me,” I say wantonly. I hear a zipper as I spread my legs and bend over slightly for him, my palms and face pressed against the door. This is so hot! He’s already hard as he guides his rigid shaft right where it belongs. He slides into me deep and hard with the first thrust of his hips as he breathes into my neck. His hand reaches around and his fingers stroke the sensitive nub between my legs.