Chapter 6 Not Fair
NOT FAIR
DYLAN
I was going insane.
The flirty glint in her dark eyes, which were full of lust, was driving me crazy. Control. I needed to take back control of whatever was going on before I ended up fucking her through the mattress.
No. Katie didn’t deserve fucking. She deserved lovemaking.
With me. And only me.
I licked my lips, enjoying the attention they got from her before kissing the corner of her lips, teasing her as my warm breath brushed her cheek.
“You wanna know your grade?” I whispered, pulling back enough to see her plump lips part, her dark eyes widening. “It was…”
I kissed her jaw, loving the way she sighed and arched up to me.
I had dreamed about that exact scenario about a million times, but no matter how much of a greedy and selfish bastard I was, I didn’t want to take advantage of her innocence.
She didn’t know I was her Dylan. And I wanted to sleep with her after she realized it was me… if she wanted to.
“Minus B,” I said, pulling back and keeping my eyes up her chin like a good boy.
Her chest was heaving as she straightened up, a frown etched on her pretty face. Her hair brushed her shoulders, and I was the bestest boy when I didn’t jizz in my pants seeing the strap of her black bra and the peeking of lace underneath her shirt. Truly. I was on such good behavior.
“Minus B?” She said it as if it was a disgusting word. I had almost forgotten how competitive she was regarding her grades. Almost.
I moved back to give her space, and more so that I wouldn’t start rutting against her soft long legs in that delicious stocking like a bad dog.
“Mhmm,” I nodded like a stern teacher, grabbing my shirt from the armchair and pulling it on. I didn’t miss the disappointed look on her face, so I kept it unbuttoned and glanced at the one heel that had fallen off the bed while she still had one heel on. How could she look so effortlessly hot?
“It’s a minus B,” I said, clearing my throat. “It could be worse—but it’s not.”
Katie’s bottom lip jutted out. I wanted to get on my knees and eat her out till dawn as an apology—how could she go from hot to adorable? Was she a magician?
God, I am so utterly fucked.
“Why not A or A plus?” she asked, still sitting on the bed with her bra peeking.
I swallowed and looked anywhere but at her, running a hand through my hair. If I were honest, she deserved an A, but if I gave her an A, she would never contact me again.
“You don’t have the… skills to get an A,” I said, keeping my tone professional and my dick in check.
“I get it. I don’t have the skill set of an average person, but I did my best.” She raised her chin and crossed her arms. “Then why is it a minus B?”
Why is she so fucking cute?
I blinked and thought of an excuse. “Because you… you don’t know how to flirt with your body. Yet.”
Katie looked over her body and met my eyes. “With my body?”
I nodded, cringing at myself in my head. I hope I don’t make the biggest fumble of the year. “Yes. Your body,” I said and unzipped my pants, her eyes widening. “You have to use your clothes and body to your advantage and flirt with everything you’ve got.”
She kept glancing at my unbuttoned and unzipped pants as I moved around the room, explaining how she had a huge power since she’s a woman and could bring any man to their knees.
“Katie,” I called her, her eyes snapping to my face. Such a little perv. “What did I just say?” I smirked, keeping my hands around her legs and leaning close.
She swallowed. “S-something about power and bringing you to your knees?”
She was right, but…
“You want me on my knees really bad, hm?” I teased her, enjoying the way her cheeks slashed with color. I cupped her face and made her look at me. “You got distracted because my zipper was unzipped.”
“And you’re shirtless,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “That’s not fair.”
“You think it’s not fair?” My smirk widened. “You don’t know how hard it has been for me ever since you sent me that photo.”
I drew back just enough to cup her ankle, my palm gliding slowly up the length of her leg, only the whisper of her stocking between us. Her pupils blew wide, her gaze locked on my face as if she couldn’t look anywhere else.
“Still,” I murmured, my breathing rough. “I’ve kept myself in check.” My hand slipped higher, fingertips grazing the soft inside of her thigh. My thumb pressed lightly into the sensitive skin there, and she exhaled shakily, her whole body trembling.
“I-it’s not fair,” Katie stammered as she tried to shake the haze of lust clouding her eyes.
She flicked her gaze downward, toward where my hand lingered.
“Y-you’ve had practice. With women. I haven’t.
Not with women… or men. So…” Her slender throat bobbed when she swallowed, her eyes darting over my body, my face, like she was caught between wanting to bolt and wanting to beg for more.
She didn’t fare well when I got too close.
Even though it hurt hearing her say I slept with multiple women, I ignored it. Because she didn’t know they were nothing compared to her.
I held her hand and pulled it down to my crotch where the bulge was growing. I let her feel me, feel how insane she made me just by existing in my space.
She gasped, her eyes widening and lips parting as I pressed her warm hand on my growing hardness.
My jaw clenched when I whispered, “Is this fair, Katie?” I leaned closer until I could feel her shuddering breath on my lips.
“Hm? Is this fair? I’ve been walking around with a semi and letting you do whatever you want for your test—fuck.
” I dropped my head on her shoulder when her hand flexed in my grip, taking control of the situation.
“Katie,” I said, my voice nothing but a groan. A plea.
“I-I didn’t think you could be so… so big.” Her soft voice saying such things made me want to grind against her soft palm.
But I clenched my hands and pulled back to look at her hooded eyes that were pinned on my crotch.
Before I could get fully hard, I took her hand away from my growing bulge.
I felt ashamed and guilty that I had pushed her just because I’ve been wanting her ever since I learned the meaning of that word.
I opened my mouth, but she interrupted me.
“I get it,” she nodded and stood up. I stepped back a little, surprised when she continued, “I understood what you meant by flirting with my body.”
I stared at her when she held my arm for support while wedging her foot into the other heel. Her skirt rode up, making my mouth water, but I looked at her face when she gave me a small smile.
“I want you to teach me,” she said, straightening up and gazing at me as if I was everything she wanted in a professional sex expert. “Teach me how to use my body, and if I should like, flash my tits—”
“No, no!” I yelled, raising my hands, surprising both of us. The last thing I wanted was for her to do that. And ruin my pants. “No. I mean. Don’t flash anyone. Unless you’re close.”
I zipped my pants, forcing junior Dylan to go down, and looked at her. “I’ll teach you everything about sex. From first base to all the way to my heart—I mean, my cock.”