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“You want me to make a bet? Over a class I am getting a C in?” I asked, and he nodded. “Well, I can’t wait to hear this one.”
I dropped into my chair, and he opened that book. I was trying to figure out which one it was.
“I have a recording that will help. You listen to it as you sleep.” He looked at me and said, “I mean it. When is the next quiz?”
“Thursday.” I puffed out a breath.
“You get the grade the same day, right?” he asked, and I nodded. Sometimes.
“It’s Tuesday. You listen to it tonight, tomorrow, and then when you get your grade, if it’s a what…B+, you uh…will have to take care of something for me.” He was looking at the book and then up at me. “Something thick. If you think you can handle it.”
I clenched my jaw and a few other places on my body. Mainly my thighs and pussy. “This magic study guide is going to turn my no to a yes?”
“Maybe.” He rolled a shoulder. “What do you have to lose?”
My mind. “What makes you think I would even be interested in…hold on a second. I need to take this call.”
Apollo was in that chair, reading, adjusting. He sprawled those long legs of his and then leaned back a bit to hold the book in one hand and his…fuck. He just put his hand over his cock over that towel.
The girl on the other side of this line asked what she should do, and I said, “Make a list and send it to me. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”
I hung up, but I couldn’t stop looking at him. He mouthed the words in the book and adjusted it once more, and I went wide-eyed because that was not just any book. “Where did you get that?”
“On your shelf.” He indicated and then wouldn’t let me have it. He began reading it out loud to my horror and my delight. I wanted that back, and now! “Tonight was the first night he went down on me. I can’t even describe the feelings of his warm mouth against my—” He looked up at me and said, “Pussy. Now there’s a word for a teenage girl to use.”
“Apollo. Where—”
“Shh. This is getting good.” He tugged at the towel, and I hated that I looked at it, at him, and damn he was telling the truth. He had a thick cock, and it had been a few days due to schedules since I had been handled. That was the reason for the picture, the tease, the lure to go to him, Tituss. Maybe both of them when I got there. None of that was helping me right now. “I’m learning. I’ve never had the inclination, and girls are always so ready to suck my cock that I don’t even get to fuck that often. I keep flavored condoms with me at all times.”
Oh, that was some information right there. “Well, maybe you do need to keep reading then because someday, someone’s going to expect you to get your lips wet.”
“Are your lips wet?” he asked as he stroked languidly up and down that beautiful hard length of his.
“Why? You thirsty?” I asked and moved back to the desk. I looked at my phone, pulled up that picture of Tituss, looked at that cock. Scrolled back to look at a picture of his face, those lips, and said, “God, he has the most gorgeous mouth. That night. I will never forget it.” I closed my eyes, that image in my mind as I put the phone on the desk. I let my hand slide over my breasts, touched my nipples. “He started out so slow, exploring like he just found a new planet. His tongue pressed into me, then licked up, and when it touched my clit, my—”
“Legs jerked.” Tituss was in the doorway. “You texted me to get here.”
I nodded. “Yes. I needed you right now.”
Apollo was still there in that chair, Tituss glaring at him. I moved over and to my knees. I stripped the shorts and boxers down as Tituss shut the door, locked it. Apollo hadn’t locked it. Tituss didn’t have his hand away before I had his cock in my mouth. He sucked in a hissing breath. I tried to swallow him, but he pulled back and said, “Come here.”
I stood, and he lifted me up. Stepping out of his clothes, he simply carried me past Apollo as if he wasn’t even there. He moved us into my bed, and I began stripping my top off as he pulled my shorts down. He went immediately to work, shifted my leg as I pushed my hand into the top of his hair. I looked over at Apollo, who had turned that chair, already on a swivel, to watch.
He stroked his cock, fascinated, fixated on the way Tituss was eating me. I was so wound up from being watched, when he pushed his fingers into me, I exploded before he was all the way in. He pulled back a bit, fingers working as he looked up at me, and I looked down at him. “You taste so fucking good.”
He licked, teased, and then looked at Apollo and smirked as he said, “So fucking good.”
Tituss moved up and said, “Turn over. Let him see what he’s missing.”
I spread wider for him, and he slid in slow, purposefully. Deep. I gasped, arched, then worked with him as he fucked me, pulled my hair, and then slapped my ass until I came apart around him again in a series of sounds I could barely understand. He pushed me forward and said, “Turn around.”
I did and latched onto his cock soaked in my juices. He was proving a point here, and I wanted to help him make it. Apollo spent as I pulled off Tituss with an intentional pop sound as loud as I could get it, and then Tituss released into my open mouth, the next burst went all down my neck. I helped to spread that as I wiped his seed on my chest rubbed it down until I pushed it and my fingers inside of me. All the while, I looked at Tituss and knew that Apollo was looking at me.
Tituss leaned in, kissed my lips, and said, “I thought you were studying.”
“I was trying to,” I admitted. “You sent a picture, he stopped by in a towel and started reading, and—”
“I need a cigarette.” Apollo used his towel to catch his release, so he was holding it balled up, which I thought was interesting because why not leave it? “I’ll bring that recording back. This was…I feel a bit less tense.”
