"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.