5. Tutor Sessions
Chapter five
Tutor Sessions
Asher
She’s fucking late! I’ve sat here in the library, at a secluded table in the back, for the last twenty minutes fucking waiting. According to the text I received from Peyton a few minutes ago, apparently she was busy with my sister and I should expect a pissed off Riley. I’m already aggravated, so this should be a fun little game.
Peyton hasn’t gotten any further with her. Riley keeps up this charade of “I have a boyfriend”, and that’s about to come to an end after I work my charm to win her over.
Hearing the library doors burst open, I lean to the side and see a very flustered and cold Riley. Her cheeks are flushed from the walk over here, and her long dirty blonde hair is a mess. She’s fucking gorgeous in just a black hoodie, gray leggings and those stupid boots all the girls wear in the snow, but complain when they get wet. I roll my eyes at the thought.
I don’t take my eyes off of her as she looks around the room for me. When she finally spots me sitting here, her eyes widen, and I smirk. She walks over, placing her stuff on the table. “Hey, I’m Riley. You’re Asher right?” She says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“The one and only.” I smile as her cheeks redden, causing my dick to twitch. She sits down across from me and takes out her laptop. I damn near growl at her. She doesn’t know how much I want her and yearn for her closeness. So today, I will let it go and play by her rules, but next session, she won’t be given the choice.
“So, what is it you need help with, specifically?” She asks, looking across the table at me with her big blue eyes. Her eyes remind me of a hot summer's day with not a cloud in the sky. I smile again at her, and there her cheeks go, reddening again.
“Algebra. I can never get the formulas correct.” I lie, and she looks down at her laptop. She’s so shy, it’s got my dick hard. I clear my throat before she can continue.
“Will you be late for every session?” I ask. Her eyes jump up from the screen, widening.
“I’m sorry, Asher. I apologize for being late today. It will not happen again,” she replies.
“Good, I have places to be and legs to spread. My time is valuable,” I spew, and she wrinkles her nose, disgusted at my crass words.
“I really don’t care what you do in your free time. Again, I apologize for being late today,” she spits. Oh, I hit a nerve. I just wonder what it was specifically I said that pissed her off.
“You know, you can always come to my dorm across the hall from you instead of here,” I offer with a grin, and her eyes widen with lust.
“That’s okay. The library works just fine,” she says, licking her lips. Oh, I see what's happening. Her mind is telling her no, but her body is telling her yes. I bet her nipples are hard right this second.
“So, I need you to send me your assignments weekly. We will work on them together, and I will give you worksheets to help strengthen your algebra. That work for you?” She asks, and when I don’t respond, she cocks her head.
“What do I get for being a good boy?” I ask, hoping to lighten the mood.
“A passing grade.” She dismisses. Oh, she’s a feisty little one, huh.
“No fun, Karen. Come on, let’s make this session interesting. You down for a little game?” I coerce, praying she takes the bait. Sitting back in my chair I wait while the wheels turn in her head. Her eyes meet mine and I raise a brow.
“Depends, what are the rules?” She asks, but I can’t get a read on her which is fucking maddening. So I’ll start with something light.
“For every session you come to on time you get a prize. For every question I get right I get one as well. Easy. simple and fun.” I say, with a grin because little does she know the prizes are orgasms and plenty of them.
“I’ll play along.” She says with a smile. Now let’s rattle her cage a bit. See if the little bird will get scared.
“Can I ask you something?” I whisper, licking my lips as her pupils dilate. She nods.
“Are your nipples hard underneath that hoodie?” She gasps, shifting in her seat.
“I-I have a boyfriend, Asher, and I’m not just going to lay on my back for some playboy like you,” she quips, gathering her shit and throwing it in her bag.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, but your body speaks a different language than your mouth does, and I’m a curious guy,” I confess, rising from my seat. I just want to feel her in my arms while she’s awake and coherent, but I think I really pissed her off.
“It’s inappropriate. I am your tutor. There are rules that come with the job,” she sneers. I look around the room making sure there is no one in view before I make my next move. Seeing I’m good to go, I round the table, pull her chair out and cage her in. She gasps as I get a whisper away from her plump lips.
“Answer the question,” I breathe, licking my lips, only to lick hers too. Her breathing hitches as I bring my mouth even closer. All she has to do is close the distance.
“Yes,” she pants, licking her lips.I sneak my tongue out to glide over hers and she freezes as my soft flesh flicks over hers.
“I want to touch you, but most of all, I want to taste how sweet you are,” I whisper, running my tongue across her bottom lip as I lift my hand from the arm of the chair she’s panting in, and pull her pebbled nipple through the hoodie. Oh, no bra? What a little fucking vixen. Her legs open for me to step between as her hands run up my thighs. I growl when her fingers glide over my hard cock, but her other hand grips my fucking nuts so roughly I damn near fall to my knees.
“You ever touch me without my permission again, I’ll report you to the Dean. Now get your fucking hands off me,” she grits, and I laugh. She steps back and releases me. I look up at her and can’t help but wink.
“We will see about that.” I step away cupping my junk, grab my backpack, and head for the door. I glance over my shoulder and smirk.
“Next time, beg harder, Sleeping Beauty.” Her eyes go wide, and I throw my head back laughing as I exit the library.