22. Jason
22
JASON
I surprised myself by studying all weekend long.
I also shocked myself by not jerking off once.
Every time I thought of Laura, replaying the sweet and sexy moment when I made her tight cunt squeeze my fingers at the diner, I let my dick get hard. Then I suffered through the torture of blue balls.
And I made myself wait.
I counted down the minutes until I’d be able to meet her at the library for our next tutoring session.
Now that we’d crossed the line, now that she’d succumbed to my kisses and let me touch her, all bets were off.
Because tonight, I’d be teaching her a thing or two. I’d tutor her about letting go and being dirty with me.
She showed up nervous. Walking toward the table where we always met, she was apprehensive and slow in her steps.
“Hey.” She lowered her gaze, almost as if she wasn’t sure what else to say.
I would’ve killed to know what she was thinking.
But I’d settle for seeing her and getting her to show me how far she’d stoop with me.
As she pulled out a chair to sit, I stood, startling her. She flinched, looking at me with a skeptical glare.
“I thought we could move this somewhere quieter,” I said. Almost on cue, the open mic poetry thing that the library had scheduled reached our corner, where someone tested the speakers. It was a library and it was quiet, but they did have events sometimes.
Laura raised her brows, still skeptical. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. And I’ve got just the spot.” I tipped my head to the side to encourage her to come with me, further back into the library. Half of the hotness of making her come last Thursday was that she could be bad enough to have an orgasm in a public place, even if it was private in the back.
I knew better than to have her come to my room. The guys were already starting a party. And there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I’d ask her to take me to her house.
Although that would do the trick.
Fucking her on Dean Chen’s couch would be the shocker I needed to piss him off.
That didn’t appeal, though, because the second my “revenge” was done, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy her any longer.
I didn’t want to share her with anyone. When I made her come again, I wanted to hog it all. I wanted to be the only one to see her splinter apart.
“You know a place here?” she asked as she followed. “At the library?”
“Yeah.” I slowed near the back where a couple of older, unused storage closets were waiting for us. “Somewhere quiet where we can focus.”
She paused at the door as I held it open for her. With a deliberate look at me, she furrowed her brow. “Focus, huh?”
Absolutely. I didn’t smile, too tense and impatient to get her alone so I could do just that—focus on making her come again.
Once she was in, I closed the door and locked it, glad that I discovered these rooms when I was trying to hide from the security guards who caught me drinking in here one night when I was a freshman.
All that stood in here were a table and a couple of chairs, the walls of lined shelves empty.
“I’m surprised you know about this room,” she said, slowly walking around the table. “You don’t strike me as someone who’d be too familiar with the library.”
I shrugged, crossing my arms as I leaned my hip against the table.
“Then again,” she said with a sigh as she set her bag on the counter, moving as if she’d pass me by, “I imagine you’ve snuck other girls in here before.”
I grabbed her around the waist to pick her up and set her on the table. “Not you,” I replied.
She lowered her gaze to my fingers on the buttons of her shirt.
“And you’re the only one I want,” I added.
When she lifted her face, nervous and shy but hungry for me, I didn’t wait to kiss her.
She met me in the middle, as if no time had passed between Thursday and now. Her lips molded to me perfectly, and with the right bite of need and impatience, she kissed me back and slid her hands up the sides of my face.
Goosebumps broke out over my skin and I rolled my shoulders as she spread her fingers into my hair. The scrape of her nails on my scalp teased me, but I didn’t stop unbuttoning her blouse.
“You thought ahead,” I taunted as I reached the last button. Tugging on her skirt, I grinned at her sexy blush.
“No. I didn’t. I just?—”
I kissed her silent, shoving her shirt apart.
As she moaned into my mouth, I sucked on her tongue and caressed her shoulders as I removed her shirt.
She wasn’t questioning it. She didn’t protest.
I pulled back when she was panting for air, and I smiled at the expanse of her bare skin for me to explore.
“Okay, maybe I did.” She cleared her throat.
Kissing a slow trail down her neck as I stood between her parted thighs, she sighed and hugged my head to her chest.
“Did you think about me all weekend?” I teased as I traced the edge of her bra, heading for the clasp.
“And I dreamed every night,” she admitted, as though it bothered her.
“Tell me.”
She shook her head, kissing me instead of speaking.
I unclasped her bra, sliding my hands over her perfect tits, so full and high. Dusky pink nipples jutted out, begging for my kiss, and I lowered my mouth to sample them one at a time. Her chest heaved with more frantic breaths as I sucked, nipped, and licked.
“I dreamed…” She gasped when I tugged her toward the edge of the table. One hand on each of her ass cheeks, I pulled her until her pussy was flush against my erection already tenting up under my shorts.
“Of me,” I teased, finishing for her.
She nodded, staring at me as I urged her to lie back on the table.
“I dreamed about you, too,” I admitted. “I fantasized about you.”
She swallowed, watching me as I dragged her skirt and panties off. “And… jerked off to it?” she asked quietly.
I shook my head, sitting in one of the chairs as she reclined on her elbows, sprawled out on this table, watching me.
“No,” I growled.
Like the sick fuck I was, I wanted to save it all for her, letting myself get closer and closer to needing to explode so I could give it to her.
Pushing her thighs apart with one hand on each leg, I stared into her eyes as I lowered my mouth to her pink pussy. The scent of her arousal was already messing with me, making me damn near drool for her.
Her breath hitched as her mouth hung open. Then as I touched my lips to her, she sagged her head back and sighed.
“I didn’t touch myself,” I told her as I brought my fingers toward her juicy cunt. Slipping them in and out, stretching her and teasing her slick flesh, I pressed kisses around her clit. “I thought about doing this all weekend, just to remind you that you’re mine.”
She nodded, raising her head so she’d face me.
“I wanted the real thing, Laura.” I rubbed my fingers up and down her opening, brushing one fingertip near her asshole. The second I caressed the rim, she stiffened and jerked upright.
Hmm.
“I’ve never…” She furrowed her brow at me, still watching me, but tenser.
“No?” I brought my fingers back up to her cunt, taking my time to lick and suck at her while pumping my fingers into her. I was curious how far she’d gone before since she claimed to have little experience.
“No. But…” She inhaled a sharp breath as I closed my lips over her clit and tugged lightly. “Oh, fuck.”
“You ever have a man taste you here?” I taunted, ramping up the speed of my fingers and mouth. My dick strained in my pants, tenting up and aching to be released.
“I…”
I sucked harder, making her pant. Breathing that much harder and faster, she made the generous globes of her tits bounce more.
“Tell me,” I taunted.
“He tried,” she said, cringing. “I don’t… I want…”
I hummed as she tried to ride my face, pushing her pussy toward my mouth.
“What, Laura? Tell me. Be a bad guy and tell me.”
She shook her head, her eyes so lidded with lust. “I don’t want to talk about him.”
I grinned, swiping long, lazy licks up until I swirled the tip of my tongue around her clit, then flicked at it. I was on board with that. Talking about that lame dumbass she’d dumped wasn’t what I wanted to hear about. I didn’t even want to talk, content to eat her sweet cunt until she’d cry out my name.
“I want to focus.” She moaned. “Like you said. Focus.”
I stared at her, pulling back to say, “Focus on me.”
“I am. I…” She frowned. “I can’t think about anything else.”
“Good.” I dove back down, fucking her with my mouth until she came. Squirts of her arousal spurred me on to lap it all up, rewarded by her crying out loudly and then moaning my name.
Not loud enough.
She had to give me more.
I stood, keeping my fingers in her so I could watch every second of her orgasm crashing through her. Her inner walls spasmed as I continued finger fucking her, but it was the bliss on her face that was my undoing.
Not pain, but pleasure.
“You focus on how fucking good I make you feel.” Adding a third finger made her mouth open in a perfect O again.
“So good.”
“You like me licking your cunt?” I asked, caressing her breast as I stared down at her splayed on the table.
“Yeah. I do.”
“You’re a fucking bad girl,” I taunted, “letting me touch you like this.”
She moaned, putting her hand over mine on her breast and squeezing it.
“Fuck.”
She had no clue how hot she was.
“You like being a bad little slut for me?” I growled, leaning down to kiss her and giving her a taste of herself.
She sucked my tongue in and started pushing her hips to ride my hand.
She’d come already and still wanted more.
“What do you need? Do you want my cock deep inside your pussy?”
She mewled a sexy sound as she lay back. With her long, black hair splayed out on the pale wood, she looked just like what I’d always imagined. Like a messed-up good girl. Another conquest. One more innocent ruined.
But she wasn’t that angelic, so rabid for my cock like this.
“Fuck me, Jason,” she begged. “I want that big dick in me. Make me sore. Bruise me so I’ll remember it when I walk tomorrow.”
“Fucking hell,” I whispered, unzipping and shoving my shorts down to free my cock. Hearing her talk as dirty as I did was my undoing. I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want to. I’d pushed myself as far as I could in terms of restraint.
I dragged her lower to the edge of the table, and without any more foreplay, without any other planning, I notched my cockhead at her entrance. The wide head pushed in, stretching her, and she shivered and moaned.
“Oh, fuck. Please.” She still held my hand on her chest, but I moved it up until I wrapped my fingers around her throat.
“You want me to stretch your cunt and fill you?” I reveled in the trust she gave me. As I gripped her throat just to anchor my hand there, not choking her, she clutched my forearm and nodded.
“Are you hungry for my dick?” I slammed in before she could tell me no.
She screamed, arching her back as I rammed myself all the way in. Her nails dug into the skin on my forearm as she used it as something to leverage herself with, pushing toward me.
“You like that? You think you’ve been a good girl for me to deserve my cock in you?”
I pulled out and slammed back in, about to shoot my load in her just from the sexy sight of holding her neck and pounding into her so hard.
“I want to be bad. With you,” she got out around panted breaths.
With me.
It was all I’d wanted too.
So I filled her, again and again.
Before I thought I’d lose my mind, I felt the first signs of her coming. Her pussy clenched. Her breaths turned more frantic. As she cried out and stared at me with such vulnerability, I finally got what I wanted.
A single tear streaked down her cheek.
I’d fucked her senseless, seeing her lose a tear at last.
Something about seeing it triggered me to let go.
I didn’t think. I wasn’t going to analyze it.
Following her after her orgasm, I gave in to the sensation of her milking me and came deep inside her, groaning as I surrendered to wanting her.
When all I was supposed to do was hate her.