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I begin adding a little twist with my wrist at the end of each stroke, and oh yeah, he likes that. I can tell. A small moan slips from his mouth the first time, and he bites down on his bottom lip to keep them in, but I can tell he’s close.
“Shit,” he groans when I reach down and stroke his balls with my free hand. I’ve always liked when girls do this to me, so I just figure he’ll like it too—and I’m not wrong. He likes it a lot.
“Shit. Shit.Shit.”
His chest is heaving, his mouth opens slightly, and I watch in fascination as his come shoots from his hole and splatters across my hand and my stomach.
Some even gets in my belly button.
Huh.
Never had another dude’s come in my belly button before. It’s like a tiny swimming pool. I should set up a small diving board or some shit.
“Let go of me,” he says gruffly, his words sounding almost angry.
What the hell? I just gave him a fucking orgasm of epic proportions. He should be thanking me, not snapping my head off. It’s like he’s mad I went through with this.
Well, think again, fucker. I don’t back down from anything. How do you think I got to where I am today? By giving up? Fuck no. I persevere.
I unwrap my hand from him, and he slides off of me, tucking himself back in his pants.
A box of tissues is tossed at me, and I grab onto it, wiping myself up as best I can.
Curie never moved from her spot on the bed, but now her leg is straight up in the air, and she’s licking her butthole. She’s probably just reminding me that soon my butthole is going to be wrecked by her human’s monster dick.
Thanks, asshole cat.
“So that was good, yeah? We’re even?” I ask, clutching the used wad of tissues in my hand and looking for a place to toss them. This guy came a lot. He has big balls or something.
Big balls. Big dick.
And, right now, I smell like his come, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
“It was subpar, but we’re even,” Theo says, tossing me my shirt and then pointing to the trashcan.
“Subpar,” I scoff. “I played with your balls.”
“So?” he says, folding his arms across his chest.
“Prick,” I mutter, tossing the trash into the can and pulling my shirt on. “Whatever.” He can be a negative Nancy if he wants. I don’t care. As long as I pass this class. That’s all that matters. “When can we meet again?”
“Next week.”
“Nah,” I say. “I need to meet as often as you can squeeze me in because I have a test coming up.”
“You do realize that just because youthinkyou’re important, doesn’t mean I give two shits about you and your perceived needs.”
What the hell is he talking about? How is this guy such a great teacher and yet, such a fucking jerk?
“Come on, man. Can you meet tomorrow?”
He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Fine. Tomorrow at six a.m.”
My eyebrows rise at that. “Hell no.”
“Take it or leave it. I have plans tomorrow night.”
I rub a hand over my face and sigh. I guess I could get up a little earlier before practice and squeeze in a bit of studying. Hopefully, my brain works that early. Usually, it’s mush until about four in the afternoon.
