Her last words were barely above a whisper. But I heard them. Loud and clear.
“Don’t worry about them,” I said smoothly. “I’m good with people when I want to be.”
The tension bled from her body. She snorted. Then laughed—full and unguarded.
“You’re so funny when you want to be,” she giggled, tossing her pen down.
I pulled her into my lap like she belonged there—because she did.
My hands found her thighs, bare and smooth under the hem of my T-shirt. The material barely covered anything when she sat like this, straddling me. I could feel the warmth of her cunt through the thin barrier of my boxers.
“Is this what you meant by advanced revision?” she asked, wiggling slightly.
My cock throbbed against her, already half-hard, already hungry.
“No,” I said, sliding one hand under the fabric to grip her ass. “This is extra credit.”
She bit her lip. “What do I get if I pass?”
I leaned forward and kissed the edge of her jaw, then lower just beneath her ear where I knew she was sensitive. Her breath hitched.
“If you pass…” My other hand moved up her spine, slow and firm, until I tangled it in her hair. “You get to walk funny tomorrow.”
She laughed. It broke off into a moan when I rolled my hips just once—enough to let her feel the shape of me beneath her. Her thighs clenched around my hips.
“And if I fail?” she whispered, breath warm against my cheek.
“Then I’ll bend you over this couch and fuck the answers into you until you beg me for mercy.”
Her eyes fluttered.
Game over.
I took her glasses off. The blue oversized frame that once annoyed me now gave her that sexy student-or-librarian look I couldn’t get enough of. I placed them on the side.
Then I tugged her T-shirt off in one slow movement, exhaling at the sight of her breasts—soft, full, fucking perfect. My cock twitched hard beneath her, thickening by the second as her skin brushed against me.
I handed her the glasses like a gentleman.
“Such pretty little tits, Miss Shaw.”
She flushed but didn’t look away. Her hands went to my shoulders, nails pressing in lightly as she adjusted herself in my lap, grinding down with the barest hint of pressure.
Fuck.
I thrust up in response, lazy but firm. With controlled and deliberate movements. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop me.
“Are you trying to distract me from revision?” she asked, a breathless tremble in her voice.
I grinned. “No, I’m giving you a reason to stay focused.”
She gasped when I moved again—slow and deep. The friction of her pussy against my boxers was sinfully good. Damp. Warm. She was already wet for me, soaking through the thin fabric. I could feel it.
“God,” she whimpered. “You’re such a menace.”
I grabbed a fistful of her ass and ground her down on me, harder this time. Her body jolted, head falling forward until her forehead touched mine.
“Keep talking, Callie,” I rasped. “Let’s see if you can still form words once I’m inside this sweet cunt.”
