Chapter 13
The next morning, Graham dropped me at home so I could get ready for work.
The moment I arrive, Bianca makes a beeline for me. "So... Graham's your boyfriend, huh? What happened? You'd better tell me every detail!"
I give a nervous laugh. "GrahamandIhadsex." I dart a glance at her.
Her face scrunches up. "What did you just say?"
I sigh. "Graham and I had sex."
She squeals and grabs my arm. "Oh my God! How was it? Was he gentle? Did he give you an orgasm?"
I blush, remembering the multiple orgasms he gave me over the weekend. "The answers, in order, are amazing, yes, and yes."
She gives me an impatient look. "Details, Nora!"
"Ugh... he was very gentle. He didn't pressure me. He gave me an orgasm before we even had sex, and once he was inside me, he made sure I had another before he finished. He's really attentive to my body. He gave me more orgasms the next morning, too." My cheeks burn as I speak.
Bianca gasps. "Damn... I knew he was a sex god."
I chuckle. "I think even that is an understatement."
She laughs and hugs me. "Nora, I'm so happy you've found a man who appreciates every part of you. You deserve all that love."
I return her hug. "Thanks, Bia. Hey, while you're here, could you cover my shift on Thursday? My midterms are Friday, and I really need to study."
"Of course!" she says.
The rest of my shift passes quietly.
A text arrives from Graham.
Graham: This week's going to be crazy. Can I see you Thursday?
Me: Sorry, babe. I have midterms Friday, and I really need Thursday to study. Rain check?
Graham: No problem. How about I take you out Friday afternoon to celebrate finishing them?
Me: Deal. Talk to you later?
Graham: Yes. See you, baby.
Just thinking about him makes me melt.
Thursday
I'm at the kitchen table, studying for my Business Analysis midterm. I hate this class. It's so boring.
A knock sounds at the door. Weird.
I open it to find Graham standing there, hands in his pockets and a mischievous grin on his face.
My eyes widen. "What are you doing here? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to see you, but I'm studying."
He steps inside and closes the door. "I'm here to help."
I lift an eyebrow. "You are? I think you might be more of a distraction."
He chuckles, goes to the table, and flips through my business analysis book. "This looks terrible."
I nod. "It is, but I need the class to graduate."
He smiles and kisses me deeply. I pull away. "See? A distraction."
He draws a breath. "Okay. Let's study."
Smiling, I sit beside him and open my book.
I'm surprised by how much Graham knows about business.
I knew he was smart, but damn. Whenever a practice problem stumps me, he explains it in his own words.
I love watching him. He gives real-world examples, gesturing with his hands to bring them to life, and makes me laugh. I actually enjoy studying with him.
He picks up the book. "Okay, let's play a game."
I look up, one eyebrow raised. "Oh yeah? What kind of game?"
He grins broadly. "I don't have a name for it, but I'm going to test your knowledge. Every right answer earns you something you'll enjoy. Every wrong answer has consequences."
I blush, imagining what those consequences might be.
He chuckles. "Interested?"
Biting my lower lip, I nod. He pulls my chair around until I'm sitting directly in front of him.
He lifts the book and begins the test.
"What is a flowchart, and why is it important?"
I think for a moment. "A flowchart shows the complete flow of a system through symbols and diagrams. It's important because it makes the system easier for developers and nontechnical stakeholders to understand."
"Correct." He leans toward me and removes my tank top. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I'm bare from the waist up. His pupils widen as he takes in every inch of exposed skin. So this is the kind of game we're playing. I'm not going to last.
"Next question. Define Use Case Model."
I know this one by heart. "A use case model shows the sequence of events and flow of actions in a process performed by an actor."
He smirks, knowing that was easy for me.
At his gesture, I stand. He slowly pulls down my shorts, revealing my completely sheer panties.
They leave nothing to the imagination. He pauses at eye level and looks up at me seductively, skimming his hands over the outside of my underwear.
I can feel the wetness between my thighs. My body aches for him.
"What does UML stand for?" he asks.
I smirk. "Unified Modeling Language."
He lifts me and presses his mouth hard against mine.
Then he turns me around and bends me over the kitchen table.
My ass rests against his crotch, where I can feel his erection.
He leans over to kiss the back of my neck, making every hair on my body stand up.
Then he pulls away and consults the book.
"What is meant by an alternate flow in a use case?"
I stay bent over the table, thinking. This one is harder. His hand toys with my panties, his fingers slipping just beneath the hem and sending desire through me. Then I remember my professor's explanation.
"It's the alternative solution or activity to follow in a use case if the system fails."
Graham kisses my neck and begins drawing my panties down. I arch my back, giving him access from behind. Please, just fuck me now. I whimper, wanting him to take me, but he returns to the business analysis book. Grr...
"Define mis-use case."
Ah... I know this one!
"The term comes from use case. Unlike a use case, a mis-use case shows the kinds of malicious activity an actor could perform that might cause the system to fail."
He unzips his pants, and I hear them hit the floor.
Reaching around me, he massages a breast with one hand while the other moves down to rub my clit in circles.
I throw my head back, moaning and trying to press into his palm.
He grips my thighs, refusing to let me take it any further.
The frustration is getting to me. "Please, baby," I beg, pushing my ass against him. I can feel him struggling to hold back.
He growls. "Fuck... Nora. You make it hard to resist when you beg like that."
He stops kissing me and turns toward the book, his fingers slowly circling the place I want him most. He barely brushes my clit, making me gasp and flinch with anticipation.
"What are the different parts of an SQL statement?"
I think it over. I know there are three parts, but only two come to mind. Graham's teasing isn't helping me concentrate. I keep shifting, trying to bring his hand where I need it, but he won't let me. Fucker.
"I remember! An SQL statement has three parts: Data Definition Language, or DDL; Data Manipulation Language, or DML; and Data Control Language, or DCL."
He presses against my clit and slides two fingers inside me.
"Mmm... you're so fucking wet," he growls.
His fingers move in and out. I grip the table, shaking, and grind against his hand as I moan his name.
He flicks faster, making my body quiver, then stops just before I come. I'm going to fucking die!
He picks up the book to read the next question, one hand still circling me.
"What is Pareto Analysis?"
Fuck. I can't remember. I'm stumped.
"Is it one of the software engineering steps that mainly focuses on documenting the system's security requirements?"
He stops rubbing, cutting off the pleasure. "Incorrect." I drop my head. Motherfucker. Then I lift it and push my ass against his erection, making him groan. Suddenly, he smacks my ass. I turn to stare at Graham, stunned.
"I told you there would be consequences, baby," he growls.
This man is going to be the death of me.
"God, Graham, please just fuck me now," I beg.
He brushes his cock against my entrance, then holds up the book. I roll my eyes.
"What is Agile Manifesto?"
I sigh, beginning to think this fucking game will never end. "Agile Manifesto guides software developers through Agile development principles to ensure iterative solutions."
Graham bends toward my ear. "Correct." Then he thrusts deep inside me, and I clutch the table.
"Fuck, Graham... baby," I moan, pushing back against him.
He grips my ass and thrusts harder. "God, I've been thinking about fucking you all week," he says breathlessly.
"Graham!" I cry. "Harder... please!" I beg him to take me.
He pulls out, turns me around, and lifts me onto the table. Before I know it, one of my legs is over his shoulder and he's pushing deeper than ever. I lift off the table with a gasp, grabbing him.
He smirks, bending down to hold my face as he thrusts.
"Baby, you asked for harder. I aim to please.
" His mouth crashes against mine. He moves harder and deeper, drawing more pleasure from me.
The heat in my stomach breaks, and my body begins to shake and clench.
Gripping my waist, he pulls me harder against him.
I scream his name as his pace quickens and my orgasm makes me convulse.
I feel him twitch inside me before he quickly withdraws.
Graham goes into the kitchen to clean himself, then returns with a warm washcloth. He gently washes me, moving the cloth slowly, and my body starts trembling again.
He lifts me into his arms and carries me toward my bedroom.