“I can’t on Saturdays. I told my brother-in-law I’d babysit for him while he works during the day.”
“Ah,” he says, turning to the fridge to grab two beers. “Well, we better make the most of the days we have then, right?” He hands me a beer and I take it. “But don’t think we won’t be fucking in the classroom too.”
“Is that the only thing you want from me?” It comes out with a sneer.
“Nope,” he says, popping the top of his beer off using the counter. He takes mine, does the same, and hands it back. “But it’s definitely up there at number one.”
“Why? You like the idea of getting caught?”
“No, Shannon, I like the possibility of getting caught. Fucking you here will be wild and fun. But fucking you there will be erotic. Taboo. Do you like taboo sex?”
“I’m not really sure what that means.” I laugh, taking a drink of my beer to hide my blush.
He lifts me up and sets me on the counter, spreading my legs and moving in between them. “Forbidden relationships, Shannon. Like this one.”
“Hmm, but it’s not really all that dangerous for me, though. That’s what you said last night.”
“Who cares? You’re not even into it yet. I am. So I’m the one who needs the thrill.”
Jesus. I am not used to twenty-eight-year-old guys. They just say whatever the fuck they want. I’m used to Sundays. Although he’s sweeter than I’m used to as well.
“You better be thinking about me,” Mateo says. His hands are on my thighs, rubbing them softly.
I’m definitely thinking about him.
“And don’t worry. If sucking my dick in the classroom isn’t enough to thrill you, I’ll think up something that will.”
My mouth makes this little O shape. I exhale as I picture me on my knees in front of his chair in the classroom, my lips wrapped around his thick cock.
“That do it for you?”
I nod. I cannot wait.
“Well, good.” And then he turns around, grabs a red book off the table, and plops it down on the counter next to me.
“What’s that?”
“Your homework. You like tests? You want to pass this class with tests? I got your book changed. They use this one for the self-paced trig class at Fullerton College. So it will transfer.”
I shake my head a little. The switch from sucking him off in the classroom to trig throws me back.
“What?” he asks, a smile creeping out. “You thought I was gonna pass you for sucking my cock? Please. You gotta earn everything with me, Shannon.”
“OK, I’m just surprised by the subject change.” But what else is new. Everything about him is a surprise.
“So here’s the deal. You do one test each time we’re together and then I fuck your brains out.”
“Hand it over.” I laugh.
“Ah, but there’s a catch. You gotta pass the test too.”
“Dammit. I can’t just pass a test in trig.”
“They typically only have a few questions.”
“Yeah, but those questions will take forever to work out.”
“Well, since you’re a beginner, I’ll cut you some slack for the first week. Every time you take a test, I’ll let you suck my dick.”
“Oh, my God.” He’s crazy.
“If you get one question right, I’ll lick your *.” He whispers that last part in my ear and I’m really going to need new underwear.
I take a deep breath. “What if I get two right?”
“Nah, it’s not that easy, grasshopper. Every time we meet and you take a test, you suck my dick. Every time you get one right, I lick your *. If you don’t pass the test, you don’t get fucked. But maybe I’ll let you rub one out in front of me to hold you over until next time.”
I throb. I need that cock. I mean, if I didn’t have to be so close to him, I could do without. But I will die if I have to come here for weeks and not get laid.
“And just to make it interesting, you’re gonna study naked. Take off your clothes.”
Chapter Fifteen
I don’t know much about this world. I’m only eighteen. I feel like a little baby seahorse in a sea of sharks, that’s how confusing life is for me right now. But I do know one thing for sure.
I should walk out of this house, call the police, and tell them what Mateo is doing.
I also know I’m not even close to doing those things. Some fucked-up part of me is intrigued, turned on, and on my way to being addicted to him.
I don’t give him the WTF are you talking about look or act shocked. Why would I? He prepped me for this, I realize. Last night when he came over.
‘Take your clothes off’ is a command I’ve heard before. Something I’ve obeyed before. He even gives me these few seconds to work this all out.
And it pays off. Because I lift my shirt over my head, slip my jeans down my legs, unclasp my bra, let it slide down my arms to the floor, and then wiggle out of my underwear. I stand there naked in front of him as a condition of being given the opportunity to learn trig, take a test, give him a blow job, get at least one question right, and get my * licked.