Chapter Seventeen
Tessa
I had to take a break.
It was Sunday afternoon, and I’d been working all morning, fueled by coffee and a bagel from across the street. But my eyes were starting to hurt from looking the computer screen, and my neck had a crick in it, and my ass felt like it was as flat as a pancake because I’d been sitting for so long.
I stood up and stretched, then went over and called Leo.
“I was just thinking about you,” he said
when he picked up. “How’s it going?”
“It’s all right,” I said. “I’ve been writing papers all morning. I think my
brain’s about to explode.”
“Sounds like you need some stress relief.”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t hurt.”
“Where are you?”
“At my apartment.”
“Want me to come by?”
“Sure,” I said. I told him my address.
“Great, give me like 15 minutes.”
After I got off the phone, I quickly went through and tidied up a little. I brushed my teeth, combed out my hair, and put on a different, cuter T-shirt.
The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and I buzzed him in.
“Hey,” I said. “Thanks for coming by. We can go out if you want; we don’t have to stay here.”
“Here is fine,” he said. “I’ve never seen your place before. It’s cute,” he said as he stepped inside.
“Thanks,” I said. “While I wish I could take credit for the décor and everything, that was mostly my mom. I don’t really have that much sense when it comes to decorating.”
“So this is what was on the line?”
I looked at him. “What do you mean?”
“You said that you needed to get your GPA
back up because your parents were going to cut you off. Which was why you
needed the extra credit. So I assume that part of being cut off would mean
saying goodbye to this little place?”
“Something like that.” I didn’t want to admit to him that my parents were
footing the bill for everything, but he basically knew anyway. “It’s not
because I want to maintain my status as a spoiled brat,” I said. “I really do
want to get my GPA back up because I’ve always done well in school and I don’t
want to start failing now. But yeah—they pay for mostly everything, and I think that it would be really challenging to get
a job on top of school work and everything.”
He smiled. “Should I pay you?”
I whacked him on the shoulder. “You’re not paying
me!” I said. “Talk about making me feel like a whore.”
The thing was, I was starting to like Leo, as more than just some hot guy, as
more than this person I was conducting some illicit affair with. I liked him as
a person; I liked getting to hang out with him, I loved that he took me out to
that restaurant in Fairfax, I just really enjoyed his company. The sex part was
awesome, too, but I realized that I didn’t want it to stop once the semester
was over.
He stepped over to me and put his hands on either side of my face. He held his palms there, tilting my head back a little so he could look right into my eyes. “I don’t think you’re a whore,” he said, his face completely serious. “And I want you to know that.”
“I know you don’t.”
We made our way over to the couch and sat down. He pulled my shirt off, I pulled his off, and he ran his hands over my breasts as I kissed his neck.
“I’d give you an A now anyway,” he said,
his breath warm on my hair. “Even if you decided to stop doing work for the
rest of the semester . . . I don’t think you’re leaving me much choice.”
I kissed a trail from his torso down his toned abdomen. I unbuttoned his pants and he lifted his ass and slid them off.
I took his cock in my hand and squeezed it lightly, then slowly brought my
mouth down, encircling the head with my tongue. Leo groaned and ran his hands
through my hair. I didn’t know what it was about him that made me feel so bold;
with Nick, I had been shy, more reserved,
a little uncertain about whether or not what I was doing was making him feel
good or not. But with Leo, it was a
totally different story.
“Yeah,” he said in a low voice, his groaning getting louder. I relaxed my throat and took him into my mouth as far as I could, moving my mouth back and forth like I was shaking my head no, the head of his cock pressing against the back of my throat.
And then, I thought that I heard something, but I wasn’t sure because Leo was breathing hard, and I was so focused on what I was doing to him, that my mouth was capable of making him feel so good. I didn’t even care if he came in my mouth—in fact, part of me wanted him to, and I’d swallow all of it, every last drop. My jaw was aching, but in a good way, and my mouth slid easily around him, even as he got bigger, as his cock throbbed against the back of my throat. His hands twisted in my hair, and it hurt a little, but it was a good hurt, the sort of pain that just accentuated how good I felt. And I felt even better when he reached around with his other hand, first stroking my ass, slapping it a little, then sliding a finger into me. I tilted my ass a little higher into the air, a warm, pleasurable sensation threading its way up my spine. I groaned, and then he groaned.
“I’m about to come,” he said. “So if you want me to come in your mouth, keep doing what you’re doing—if not, stop immediately and I’ll fuck the living daylights out of you—”
“Oh my God!”
The sound of my mother’s voice was like getting doused with a bucket of ice water. I jumped up, realizing as I was doing so that I was completely naked, and that Leo’s erection would be on full display. My mother stood there in the entryway to the living room, gaping.
“What is going on?” she shrieked. But then she recognized Leo, and she shrieked again. “Wait a minute! I know you! You’re Tessa’s teacher!” Her gaze went to me, eyes blazing. “Tessa—what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
She didn’t run out of the room like I expected she would; she just stood there, gaping, as I reached for the little lap blanket that was thrown across the back of the couch. Leo had grabbed a handful of his clothing and was holding it over his crotch, a cloudy expression still in his eyes, though I could tell he was trying not to smile.
I tried to arrange the blanket so it was covering me up, but it was too small; if I wanted to cover the top half, the bottom half was exposed; if I tried to cover the lower half, my breasts were right there for her to see. Leo solved this by handing me my shirt, which I got tangled up in as I hurriedly tried to put it back on.
“Now that you’re halfway decent,” my mother said, “would you like to tell me what the hell is going on?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. How could I possibly explain this? She’d come in and seen everything. There was no way I’d be able to talk my way out of this one.