sure she'd hit me harder if there weren't people outside.
"You said no one was here," she hisses.
"It's eight o'clock at night," I whisper back. "No one should be here."
"We almost got caught."
"But we didn't," I assure her, pulling her against me. I'm still just as hard as I was two seconds ago.
I hear the voice of Coach Walker and Coach Thomas, and the low voices of people talking. I can't hear much through the heavy wooden door, only a word or two, something about alumni.
"Who's out there?" Cassie whispers.
"They're giving a tour or something," I say. "Donors, probably."
"They could open this door," she says, looking at me with panic in her eyes.
"The coat closet?" I ask. "In the middle of summer? I think we're pretty safe."
I pull her against my hardness, my hand going back between her legs under her skirt, pulling her panties down on the sides. She squirms against me. "We can't do it with them right outside."
I reach between her legs to find her clit, my mouth close to her ear. "I want to come inside you with the coaches right outside," I whisper. "I want you to come on me knowing the people who could fire you are standing ten feet away."
"That's fucked up, Colton," she whispers.
But she leans against me, spreading her legs so I can reach her clit. "Are you going to come for me like this?" I ask, my fingers pressing against her clit. "Or do you want my cock inside you?"
Coach Walker's laugh booms outside and Cassie flinches. "Hurry," she whispers.
"I knew you were a dirty girl." I undo my shorts and guide my cock between her legs.
Outside, muted male voices talk and their laughter echoes through the space. In the closet, Cassie puts her hand against the wall, and I enter her again, nearly groaning out loud at the sensation of being back inside her after being deprived of her pussy for the last agonizing few minutes.
"Fuck me," she whispers, encouraging me as I thrust quickly inside her. Her hand moves faster between her legs, her pussy squeezing my cock. It's like a pause button was pressed on the sex and we're right back to where we were before we were interrupted, except this time it's more intense.
"They could open the door at any second," I taunt, plunging deeply inside her until my balls slap hard against her pussy, the sound amplified in the quiet of the closet.
"Oh, God," she whispers. "More."
I give her more, and she's so tight and wet it's all I can do not to explode inside her, but I wait for her.
"Do what you…did before," she says softly.
I have to keep myself from screaming, "Fuck yeah!" as I push my finger against her asshole. As soon as I do, I feel her body convulse. She lets out a muted whimper as her pussy clamps down on my rigid cock. My balls clench and I explode inside her, filling her up with everything I have as I pull her hips against me. She milks me, her pussy squeezing me again and again until I'm spent.
I pull her tightly against me, my cock still inside her, and she leans into me. Outside the room, the voices get closer, but I don't pull out of her when she reaches down the side of her thighs and tries to pull up her panties. "Colton," she whispers.
"I like being inside you."
"They're coming."
The, the voices move away. "You worry too much."
"I should be worried," she whispers. "You're turning me into someone who takes too many risks."
"Admit you're having fun," I say softly.
"You're incorrigible."
"Too big of a word."
The door to the coaches' box slams closed and everything is quiet. "That was close," she breathes, her voice low. "Do you think they're gone?"
I reach between her legs and touch her clit, pinning her tightly against me. "I don't know," I say. "Why don't you scream when you come this time and if anyone comes running, we'll know they're still here?"
"Jackass."
"Naughty schoolgirl."
"I'm your tutor," she whispers.
"Naughty tutor needs a spanking."
"Shut up."
32
Cassie
"I've been learning all of this English and History crap – study skills, writing papers, taking notes – and you haven't learned anything about football," he complains.
We're lying in my bedroom studying. Actually studying – post-coital studying, but studying nonetheless. It's almost finals week for him and the final exam for my class is a week after his. My summer class is a piece of cake, so I'm not worried about that class, and my second set of credits is for doing my thesis research.
That I'm definitely feeling guilty about.
I decide I'm going to tell him. I'm going to confess that I'm proposing a thesis on masculinity in football players and that it has nothing to do with him, that I'm not using him for research, and that I got the idea when I first started tutoring him.
It's absolutely no big deal at all.
He won't care.
So why does the thought of telling him make my palms sweaty?
Colton takes my laptop out of my hands and closes it, setting it on the side of the bed. "Time for me to teach you something," he decides.
His cock tents the sheet over his lap and I bite my lip as heat surges through me. I push thoughts of his very hard dick aside. "Colton, I have to tell –"
"I know, I know," he says, pulling the sheets off my legs. "I've already taught you plenty. But I am going to teach you about football. After I eat."
He pushes his hands between my thighs.
"What have you taught me?" I ask, laughing as he scoots down on the bed and pulls my ankles so I slide with him.
"I've taught you more important lessons than schoolwork," he says, bending down so that his mouth hovers just over my pussy, his breath warming me.
My mind goes blank and the only thing I can think about is Colton's tongue and what it's doing between my legs. "Really?" I murmur. "Maybe I need a refresher."
He looks up from my pussy, his mouth glistening. "Do I need to conduct an oral examination? It's a hard exam."
My pussy throbs at the thought of his cock in my mouth. "I'd like the chance to demonstrate my skills," I say.
"I'm not sure what you mean," Colton says. He's lying. He knows exactly what I mean. He just likes to hear me say it.
"I want… to suck your cock," I say, emphasizing the last three words.
"Get over here and show me what you've learned, then," he says, rising to his knees. He lightly strokes his rigid cock, and for a second, I lie there naked, watching him, wanting him to come all over me the way he did the first time.
"You kneel over me," I say, my heart racing.
Colton raises his eyebrows. "Say exactly what you want, Cassie."
I flush at the intimacy of verbalizing what I want to him. "I want you to lick me while you fuck my mouth."
Now Colton's face flushes. "Shit, Cassie," he says, his voice strained.
"Too far?" I ask, suddenly hit with a case of nerves. It's like sex with Colton has put everything in overdrive, including my fantasies. He's opened up all of these desires I didn't know I had.
"Do you trust me?" he asks, his expression pained. His hand moves up and down his cock. "That… requires a lot of trust."
"I want to try it," I whisper.
"Hell, Cassie," he growls. "I think I'm ruining you."
"Debauching the virgin," I agree as he turns, his knees on either side of my face.
"Turning you into a filthy little whore," he whispers, leaning down so that his tongue flicks over my clit.
"Maybe I want to be a filthy little whore."
"You have to stop talking like that, Cassie," he growls, "or I'm going to come all over your face."
"I'd rather you come in my mouth," I say, arching up to touch my tongue to his balls. He groans, but he still holds himself up on his knees, hardly bringing his cock down to my face.
I slide my hands up his legs and pull him toward me until I
can take him in my mouth. "Cassie," he groans, his breath hot on my pussy.
I want to hear him groan like that again. Hearing my name coming out of his mouth like that never gets old. I guide him deeper into my mouth as his tongue moves expertly over my clit, sucking and licking until I'm ready to beg for release.
As he brings me higher, I take him deeper, relaxing as he begins to thrust gently into my mouth. He slides his fingers into my slick pussy, and the exquisite pleasure of my pussy and mouth being filled at the same time is almost unbearable.
Pre-cum — salty and tasting of him — drips from his cock, mixing with my spit and coating his shaft as he fucks my mouth. He groans when my hips buck against his tongue, the sound sending little vibrations over my clit that threaten to unravel me.
Hell, I'm past unraveling at this point. I'm only aware of his fingers, his mouth, and his cock. He strokes me harder with his fingers, sucking my clit, his thrusts more erratic as he starts to lose control.
Do I trust him?
I moan as he fucks my mouth.
"Cassie, your mouth is so warm and wet," he says, his voice gravely. "I love fucking this sweet little mouth."
Arousal washes over me, carrying me higher and higher. I think I'm half-delirious from pleasure because I couldn't possibly say anything rational at this point, even if my mouth weren't completely filled with his cock.
All I can do is moan.
"Sweet," he says, thrusting into my mouth. I tighten my lips around his shaft as he returns his mouth to my clit.
"Little," he says.
Thrust.
"Mouth."
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
"I'm going to come in that pure little mouth of yours, Cassie," he says, his fingers pressed inside me. I groan when he hits the spot in exactly the right place, with exactly the right pressure I need. My thighs seem to automatically clench his head, and he moans his encouragement as he takes my clit in his mouth, his tongue moving circles around and around until I'm dizzy with desire.
"Come for me, Cassie," he says. "Because I'm about to come in you."
The thought of him exploding in my mouth – the thought of tasting him on my tongue – sends me hurtling over the edge, and my orgasm overtakes me with all of the intensity of a freight train.
He groans loudly, calling my name, before he thrusts his cock down my throat, so deeply that I start to gag. Cum – salty-sweet and tasting like him – floods my mouth. I swallow desperately, my eyes watering as another wave of cum fills my mouth before he pulls out, spilling the rest onto my chest.
"Shit, Cassie are you okay?" he asks quickly. "I – hell, I didn't mean to choke you. I can't believe I lost control like that."
I'm more than okay. I like it when you lose control.
After he takes me into the shower, tenderly cleaning every inch of me, we lie in bed lazily, only half-pretending to study.
"Do you really want to be a professor?" Colton asks.
"Are you asking like, eew, do you really want that kind of a job?"
"Well, I mean, can you imagine having a whole bunch of students like me?"
"Cocky and arrogant?"
"Ridiculously good-looking," he corrects me, rolling over with his leg between mine. "And great in bed."
"I mean, I wouldn't say great," I say. "Adequate, maybe."
"Oh yeah?" He puts his palms against mine as he pins my hands above my head. He presses his cock between my legs.
"After careful consideration, I'm willing to upgrade you to more than adequate."
"I'd prefer mind-blowing, toe-curling, fucking fantastic, never-going-to-be-the-same-again sex."
"God, I'd prefer that, too," I say. "Do you know where I can find some?"
He pushes his cock against my entrance. "Not sure," he teases. "Maybe you should explore your options."
"I don't think I've fully explored this option," I say, arching my hips to meet him.
33
Colton
"You need to focus on studying for your finals," she says, rolling over onto her stomach on the bed.
"How am I supposed to focus when you're lying there naked with that gorgeous ass on display?"
Cassie arches her eyebrow, propping her chin on her elbow as she looks at me. "Because you've had this gorgeous ass already. Several times. You should be worn out."
"Actually, I haven't had that ass yet at all," I correct her, pleased when a flush rises to her cheeks. "And I'm an athlete. I have stamina."
She laughs. "Yes, I'm aware."
She pulls out one of my history books and opens it up. "How did Russia defeat Napoleon's army in 1812?"
Her hair falls down over her forehead, and she pushes it back, then twists it into a messy knot on top of her head, the way she always does, and sticks a pen in it.
Fuck, I love watching her do that.
She catches me looking at her. "What?" she blurts. "Do I have something on my face?"
"No. I just… you're just really pretty, that's all. Not your ass or your body – I mean, those are too. But just… the way you do things sometimes."
She blushes, then clears her throat and looks away before bringing herself up to a sitting position, her legs tucked underneath her. "Since you're obviously not going to study, why don't you teach me about football?" she suggests, changing the subject.
"Lay down and I will."
Cassie raises an eyebrow. "That wasn't a euphemism. I didn't mean fuck me," she says. "I meant actually teach me about football."
"That's exactly what I'm going to do," I insist. "Learning is