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“Weekends and Wednesdays. We’ll sneak you out early on Thursday mornings. Think about it: four Melissa-free nights. And I’ll give you a shoulder massage.”

I bit my lip. Now that sounded nice. And if he’d actually moved off campus, I probably would have caved right then. But he was still acting as RC and didn’t need a student living with him now too.

“You’re sweet,” I said and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and inhale the familiar scent along his hairline. That purely Ian smell that made me want to sigh dreamily before nestling into his chest.

Instead I got up on my knees so our faces were closer to being level and pressed my lips to his. Ian responded, his hand cupping the back of my head and pulling me closer. I moaned into his mouth as his other hand moved under my shirt and bra to play with the nipple, squeezing so that I gasped. He repeated the action with my other nipple, this time flicking the hardened tip with his thumb as he kneaded the breast.

Breathless, I broke the kiss, my hands moving to his fly. With all the talk of blowjobs, I suddenly wanted to taste him. I held his cock and bent at the waist, tilting my head to the side so I could look him in the eyes as I flicked the tip with my tongue teasingly.

“You like that?”

In response he tugged lightly on my ponytail. “Lick the shaft.”

I obeyed, starting at the tip and moving to the base and back up again, tilting my head to the side again as I finished at the tip. Ian’s eyes were dark and dilated, his jaw tight as if he was restraining himself.

“You like that?” he asked back in a deep voice.

“Mm hmm.”

I slid my lips over his cock. Leaning into his crotch with my ass in the air, I bobbed up and down, up and down. He tasted of Ian and smelled of laundry. My panties and the insides of my thighs were soaked. I groaned with appreciation when Ian reached around me and undid my jeans, pulled them down my legs along with my panties. His fingers began to stroke me as I sucked, causing me to whimper around him.

When his fingers stilled suddenly, I moaned and stopped moving.

“Keep going,” he said in a warning tone. “If you keep doing a good job, I’ll reward you.”

I tightened my lips and moved faster, desperate to please him. At the same time I spread my legs, hoping to tempt him into touching me again.

“Good girl.” His fingers returned and I shuddered. His teasing had made me hotter, moved me closer to climax.

Encouraged, I took him even deeper. His answering groans vibrated through me and into my pussy. My bud was hard now and I knew it wouldn’t take me much longer. Just as the first shudders of orgasm hit me, his shaft convulsed as cum shot repeatedly onto the back of my tongue. I swallowed as I came, my mouth still on his cock.

After licking him clean, I sat back, my eyes downcast. My pants were still down around my knees. Feeling shy I moved to stand and pull them back up, but Ian grabbed me, pulled me into his lap before tugging my pants off entirely.

“Not so fast. We’re keeping these off until your next class. No pants Tuesday.”

“Not fair!” I cried, struggling to free myself and failing miserably. “You have your pants on still.”

“It’s a female only event. Besides, you look so cute in only your socks and T-shirt. We should celebrate every Tuesday.”

“As long as we celebrate No Pants Wednesday. A male only event.”

“Ha!” Ian scoffed. “Haven’t you figured it out by now, Lex? I make the rules.”

At that moment, the door to his room flew open.

***

There was nothing to cover me with.

My pants were on the other side of the couch. There was no blanket in sight. I bent my legs to block the view and Ian wrapped his arms around my knees, trying to shield me.

A tall and intimidating blonde woman stood in the doorway wearing a pristine suit and holding a Louis Vuitton purse. She looked us over and raised her chin, her lips pursed tightly.

“I’ll wait in the lounge,” she said in a clipped voice. Then she turned on her heel and left.

“Fuck,” Ian swore as the door slammed closed. He pushed to his feet and shoved both his hands through his hair, a muscle thrumming dangerously along the edge of his jaw. After a moment of pacing he leaned down and put an arm under my waist, helped me to stand on shaky legs. His arm remained around my waist. He didn’t let me go.

I already knew the answer, but I had to ask. My heart was in my throat.

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