“Triangles are your friend,” Mateo says the next day as I wait on his stoop at the back door. He’s standing on the other side of the screen, shirtless, and looking like a fucking monster of muscle and masculinity.
“Just let me in,” I say.
“They have all the answers, Shannon.”
“It’s fucking raining, Mateo. Just let me in.”
“And if you know certain things about your triangle, you can find out missing information.”
I sigh. “Got it. Let me in or I’m going home. I’m all fucking wet.”
“You know when triangles are not your friend?”
“Tell me.” I give up. He’s musing. I have come to the conclusion that Mateo is one of those deep people. People who think too fucking much. I’m not a thinker, I go on instincts. And right now, my instincts are begging me to just tell him what he wants to hear.
“When you’re in a relationship.”
“Are we in a relationship?” I roll my eyes.
“We are, and I don’t want to be part of a love triangle. I let that Danny Alexander thing drop because you needed help and he was there when I wasn’t. But I won’t make that mistake again. I got us two first-class tickets to Hawaii for spring break.”
“Fancy,” I say. I hate flying, especially over the ocean. It freaks me out and no amount of posh first-class bullshit will change that.
“You may come in.” He opens the screen door wide for me and I step past him.
“I hope you have a fucking dryer,” I say, peeling off my clothes. I’m getting fucked today. That’s all I’m saying. I’ve been studying that little unit-circle trick all damn day. I practiced it in art while I was messing around with Photoshop making graphics for my website. I practiced it in PE when I was walking my laps. I practiced it in every class today. I even recited the angles and the radians to myself on the way over here. I’m ready for that test and I am getting fucked.
I drop my clothes on the floor as I make my way to the kitchen and then stand there naked. “Where’s the test?”
“Sit,” he says, smiling like a fool.
“Mateo—”
“Sit,” he growls.
I sigh, but I sit.
“Today you’re going to learn how to memorize the trigonometric functions.”
“Oh, no, I’m not! Today I’m sucking your dick, taking a test, getting my * licked, and then you’re fucking me.”
He almost laughs. Almost. “No, you’re working first.”
“That was not the deal.”
“I make all the deals, Shannon.” He takes my little red textbook out of my backpack and opens it up to chapter two. “I’m surprised you haven’t figured that out yet. Now look here…”
An hour later I’m still looking at that damn book, and I’ve got those functions memorized using his newest trick, but I’m tired now. My eyes are drooping and I’m not even horny anymore. “You’re not as fun as you first appeared,” I say, yawning.
He eases himself up on the counter of the island in the center of the kitchen and starts unbuckling his belt.
I get a little more interested.
He unbuttons and unzips, looking at me the whole time.
I smile.
He positively grins. “You did good. And you’re gonna take the first test, so you get to suck my dick until I come down your throat. But just so we’re clear, if you want to take a test tomorrow, you have to suck me at school.”
Jesus. Why does he say these things to me? It fucking gets me crazy. I know I should be horrified, but I’m not. He’s turning me on. He’s turning me into a freak. “Noted.”
“Take me out.”
I smile so big my cheeks might crack. The last time I gave him a blow job here, I got so bothered by it, I came. Jesus. I ease up out of my seat and walk over to him. His eyes never leave mine. It’s like he’s more interested in what I’m thinking than my naked body. And that turns me on even more than his hulking cock under those jeans.
I reach for his boxer briefs and pull them down until I see the tip of his cock. God, he has a beautiful cock. The head is thick and perfect. I lick my lips and look up at him.
“Go ahead. If you’re so eager, just do it.”
I pull him out all the way, pumping him gently in my hand. His hand clamps over mine, squeezing. Making me squeeze harder. I lower my head into his lap and wrap my lips around him, sucking on his tip and then swirling my tongue around it like I’m licking a lollipop. His fingers dig into my hair and urge me to take more of him. I know he likes that deep stuff, and I’m not that good at it. But I try hard. I try my best to please him and I’m rewarded with a moan.
I moan too, my vocal cords humming against his shaft as he presses down on my head. I decide to just go for it. Fuck everything. I forget about everything but him. I take him in as far as I can, gag, pull back, the saliva spilling out of my mouth. But I dive down for more and this makes him pull my head away. He jumps down off the counter and stands in front of me.