CHAPTER TWELVE
HEATH
Watching Leigh over a pile of books, breasts dangling dangerously in her blouse, lips pursed as she reads, is easily the highlight of every study session. My grades have gone up since she's helped, sure, but not as much as she'd like and it always annoys her. For some reason, she hasn't yet picked up that I stopped paying attention weeks ago and now only spend the time dreaming up new ways to fuck her in her bedroom.
It works for me. I just wish she'd appreciate it, too.
"Hey." Leigh nudges me and points to a ridiculous formula she's scratched out on a piece of paper with that ridiculous engineering scrawl of hers. "You weren't paying attention."
"I most definitely was." I shake my head, brow furrowed enough to look sincere. "You know how my head gets with numbers."
"I know how your head gets when you aren't paying attention."
"You say potato, I say vodka. Practically the same thing."
She rolls her eyes at me but I can see the faint smile under it. She can't stay mad at me, no matter how bad she wants to. I say a lot of dumb shit and hardly ever consider her feelings the moment I open my mouth. It's something I'm working on, but has lent to plenty of situations where her lips do that twitchy thing and she packs up her books to leave before I apologize for being an ass.
And she still comes here. Can't say no to me.
It's something I love and hate all at once. As much as I enjoy our time together, there is always an undercurrent running through my head to remind me getting attached is a bad idea. I've never had to do this before because I've never had to worry about giving a shit.
We don't feel like we'd normally fit together and I don't know why she's even bothering with me.
"Explain this to me in sex terms." I say before she can launch into another speech about my GPA, because I certainly don't need another fucking reminder. "You know, something I can understand."
"My football analogy last week wasn't good enough?"
"I don't know how you could have attended this university for the last three years and still not know shooting a basket is a completely different sport. You are every girlfriend cliché in the sports community."
"Good thing I'm not the girlfriend, only the tutor." She shoots back and rolls her shoulders like she's about to do some heavy lifting. "Okay, fine. These numbers are like when the girl is on top. You want them to stay, but not too long. You'll come early and no one wants that."
I run a finger down her bare legs and wonder if she's wearing anything under the dress. "Where's the foreplay? We can't just jump right in."
"Math doesn't like foreplay."
"Math, I feel, really needs to get into oral."
She blushes just a bit. "No oral here. Numbers to solve."
"But you could add some in." Every time we'd been together, she never lets me venture down to get a real taste of her and it is now all I can think about. My fingers climb higher up her thigh. "Where in this equation is the clitoris? It needs to be licked."
"I... don't think that's how math works."
I place a single bite on her earlobe and watch her shiver. "Maybe math just hasn't had it done well enough to understand how important it is."
She doesn't stop my hand from completing the journey to her pussy. It may as well be my fucking birthday because she's not even wearing panties. Sweet damp flesh waits for me and it only takes a gentle nudge to spread her legs.
"I don't see how this metaphor plays out." Leigh says, trying and failing to keep her shit together.
"That's because you keep trying to force it. The beauty is in just letting it happen. That's what you told me once about derivatives." I've got her between my legs now, head resting against my arm, eyes closed while I circle her clit with my thumb in the way she likes.
"I don't think that's what I said."
"Close enough." I whisper in her ear. "My turn to play teacher."
"But your test—"
"There's no way I'll focus now. I need you up on this table. On your knees." I pull my thumb away so she'll look at me. "Trust me."
Leigh opens her sweet mouth to protest, but I instead slide in my thumb. She sucks it, tasting herself, and climbs uncertainly up on the table with a huff. I help steady her and flip the dress up over her smooth ass. The wave of her scent hits me and my pants immediately tighten up. I'd love to abandon this exercise and just fuck her senseless, but the need to taste her wins out.
My thumb starts at her clit to loosen her up. The girl is already moaning and bucking under my touch, but I know how girls get when their brains interrupt. While she's caught up in the motion of my fingers, I slowly drag my tongue across her pussy from behind.
I'm rewarded with the sweetest moan I've ever heard in my life. I unzip my pants to syphon off some relief from the tightness. Leigh gives me the same moan again when I lick her a second time. Each motion is slow and firm so I don't shock her into losing it, but she only responds with more moans and a small thrusting motion in her hips.
When she rocks back against my face, I let myself loose within her, sucking and biting her in alternating strokes, fast and light, slow and firm. She needs to come before she knows what happening so she can’t think her way out of it.
"Oh fuck." She murmurs from that sweet, sweet mouth and I steel myself for the heavenly cum to come pouring out.
The lock on the front door jiggles.
"Shit!" She gasps and nearly topples us both over as she pushes herself back off the table. We fumble back into the chairs, a book neatly hiding my raging erection.
"Oh, hey guys." Sealy waves without looking up from her phone. "Sorry, I thought you'd be at the library."
"I slept in late." Leigh says, burning bright red and looking oh so guilty.
It takes everything in me not to burst out laughing right then.
"Cool. How's it going?" She tosses her phone on the table and plops in a chair on the other side. "Oo, futures. How exciting."
"Certainly is with the right teacher." I wink at Leigh and she smacks me across the chest with the back of her hand. She can't even look at me without turning three shades darker. This is incredible.
"I assume she rewards you well."
"She gives me a lollipop when I answer a question right."
"You would like something to suck."
"I prefer to lick them, actually."
"I need to... excuse me." Leigh immediately jumps up from the table and scowls at both of us. It only makes us laugh harder.
"Well good. She's so goddamn uptight all the time. She needs a good lay every now and again." Sealy restacks the books. "I wasn't going to come in when I heard her through the door, but I kinda wanted to see her face."
"You could hear her, eh?" I lean back with immense satisfaction. "She seemed to enjoy herself."
"I hate you both!" Leigh yells from down the hall.
"This is why girls make such excellent teachers. Sexy as hell in a dress, brains good enough to match."
Leigh comes back only pink around the edges. "My brain is twice as good, thank you."
"It's all right. For a girl." I wink at her. I like watching her get all riled up when she defends herself and her clearly superior mind.
She doesn't look like she's in the mood to play anymore, though. Leigh crosses her arms and frowns deep, the red looking less like embarrassment and more like anger. You wouldn't know she almost just came all over my face two minutes ago.
"Come on, Leigh. We both know you're smarter than I'll ever be. I'm just kidding."
She chews on her lip for a moment, bouncing between the stack of books and Sealy. She finally settles on the books and sits back down.
"Fine. But you pay attention this time."
I cross my fingers under the table. "Yes ma'am."