This all seems like déjà vu. My eyes move past the clock for the twentieth time. She’s over thirty minutes late. I’ve tried texting her, but she doesn’t have the decency to even reply to that.

I would have left the second the minute hand went past our designated time, if it were not for Melissa. Hell, I would have never agreed to tutor Hannah if it weren’t for Melissa. I hate the special treatment I give the students that Melissa assigns to me.

And then I remember that I did the same for David when he was late on his first day. There’s a glimmer of hope inside of me, deep inside, that this might go over better than I think.

Maybe Hannah had an emergency and she can’t get her phone. Maybe that’s why she’s late.

Or maybe I’m just a little too forgiving.

I’m about to reconsider my decision when the door swings open. Hannah walks inside, her eyes glued to her phone, and sits down in the chair across from me. She blows a big pink bubble and pops it before her tongue picks up the pieces around her lips to shove back into her mouth.

“You’re la-” I start, but Hannah holds up a finger and blows another bubble as her fingers swipe across her fancy phone. It takes another good minute before she puts the phone down and turns to look at me. “You’re late,” I say.

She looks at me like I’m speaking another language and just shrugs her shoulders. “It happens.” Her phone vibrates and she swoops it up like its her precious. The white screen lights up her face and she snorts before her fingers start to fly across it again.

My fingers grip the pencil in my hand hard. Never in my life have I wanted to hurt someone so badly as I did Hannah. The audacity of coming over thirty minutes late and then to continue wasting time by ignoring me is too much.

“Is there a reason why you’re late?” That’s the only thing that can save her at this rate. Just give me an excuse. Any excuse. I don’t care if you have to make it up off the top of your head, just pretend like you give a shit.

Her fingers swipe across the keyboard, and she sends the text before she looks up at me. “No reason.” She bats her long fake eyelashes at me like she doesn’t have a clue in the world. Like she’s used to getting anything and everything that she wants and isn’t understanding why I’m making a big deal out of being late.

My thumb digs into the side of the pencil and I can hear the soft cracks as the pressure mounts. I close my eyes and take a breath to readjust. The first thing that pops into my head is David’s smirk. I wish that I could be tutoring him right now. At least when he was late, he had an excuse and it didn’t hurt that I accidentally felt him up. A smile starts to spread on my face for a moment. The sound of her popping bubblegum brings me out of my little day dream. When I open my eyes, Hannah is leaning back in her chair, earbuds in her ears, blasting music.

I lean over the table and yank on the cord, pulling her down to the table. The look of surprise on her face makes me want to smile but I hold it. “What the hell?” She pulls the cord out of my hand, slams her hands on the table, and gets up like she’s about to fight me right here. “What is your problem?” she yells.

“My problem is that we’re wasting time,” I lie. Usually, I wouldn’t mind giving her a piece of my mind, letting her know that my problem is solely her and her shit attitude, but I bite my tongue. If only for Melissa. I clear my throat and try to get rid of the tension in the room. “Did you bring any of your textbooks?”

Hannah stares me down like she’s deciding if I’m worth her time or not. She decides the latter and drops back into her chair, putting one earbud into her ear and staring at the clock behind me. “I didn’t. I was busy.” She bobs her head to the music, only looking at me when it’s convenient for her.

This is just great. She shows up late. Doesn’t have an excuse for being late. And doesn’t even bother to bring her textbooks.

I look at the clock behind me. Even with her being late, there’s still a little over twenty-five minutes left in the tutoring session.

This is going to be the longest twenty-five minutes of my life.

“What do you think of this?” Hannah leans over and shows me a lipstick color that she’s interested in. This is the tenth time that she’s done this in the last five minutes, despite me telling her to pay attention. “Do you think it will go well with this outfit?” She swipes the screen and a black dress comes into focus.

“Hannah, we need to focus on this.” I push one of her failed assignments across the table. We’ve been stuck on the first problem since we started. This isn’t going anywhere. I tap the top of the sheet. “Do you understand why you got this wrong?”

She looks at the problem, to me, and then to the lipstick on her phone. “I think this red will be perfect with that black dress,” she tells herself before adding the lipstick to her online cart.

I’m about to take the phone out of her hand and chuck it across the room when I decide to call it quits. For her safety. “How about we get done a little early today?” Hannah’s attention turns to me and she nods her head. The only time I’ve gotten her attention for more than a nanosecond. I need to find a way to get out of this. I’ll beg one of the other tutors to switch with me, even if I have to take a larger workload. Anything to get rid of Hannah. “Bring your textbooks next time,” I yell just as Hannah runs out the door.

I let out the biggest sigh, grab the pencil off the table, and snap it in half. I’ve been waiting all session to do that. I have no idea what David sees in the girl and then I remind myself that she’s the head cheerleader. Her personality probably isn’t the reason that David or any other guy hooks up with her.

I gather my things and feel the weight on my shoulder start to lift as I think of David. I look across the table and imagine him there. Those green eyes looking at me, taking me in. And then my mind goes back to that day at the back of the library. At how good I felt after we had that moment together. At how the weight lifted off my shoulder and the stress vanished just moments after.

That’s when an idea pops into my head. I giggle to myself as I shove my things into my bag and rush out the door.

* * *

I make it to David’s apartment with neck-breaking speed. So fast that I’m out of breath when I get to his door. I bite down on my lip and think for a moment. I can always turn back. He’ll never know that I was here.

And then I take a big girl breath and knock on his door. There’s no going back now.

I hear a chair screech back and I can feel the fluttering in my stomach. I’ve never done this before. Never been so brazen in my life. Not since my epilepsy attack in high school.

The door flings open and I almost have to catch my jaw from hitting the floor. David is wearing a tight white wife beater and gray joggers. The white beater is worn out and gives me a front row seat to his chest and six pack abs. The joggers hug his beefy legs, leaving little to the imagination when it comes to his package.

“Casey.” He sounds surprised but excited. He reaches out and touches the side of my cheek with his palm as if making sure that I am really there. “Sorry, I’ve been pulling an all nighter.” He points to the power drinks on his table and the opened textbook.

I move into his apartment and grab his notebook. I flip through the pages and marvel at his handiwork. “How long have you been studying?” I can feel my nerdy side slowly seeping out of me. Studying was the last thing that I thought he would be doing right now.

“What time is it?”

“Six.”

“Is it still the 25th?” he asks, walking over to the fridge and grabbing another energy drink.

“It’s the 26th.” I laugh and throw his notebook back on the table. “What’s gotten into you?”

He opens the energy drink and it fizzes out all over his shirt, completely soaking him. He grabs a towel off the counter and pads the wet spots. He dabs each spot before he swears under his breath, grabs the bottom of the shirt, and pulls it over his head. “I’ve been meaning to tell you-” And that’s the last word that comes out of his mouth before I attack him.

I push my small frame against him and he backpedals until he hits the fridge. I rush toward him and wrap my hands around his neck, pulling myself against him. His hands grab my thighs and hold me against his chest as our lips connect.

The burst of energy is so much that I lose my breath. I bite down on his bottom lip and pull. I run one hand down the side of his chest and feel every part of him. “I want you,” I mutter.

When I rushed to his apartment, I wasn’t entirely sure what I wanted to do to him. I thought maybe just seeing him or getting a kiss would be enough. That is, until he took off his shirt. Now I’m sure that I want everything from him.

I want my release.

With our lips locked together, David walks across the apartment and lays me down on the couch. He gets up and watches me for a moment, a smile emerging.

“What?” He’s giving me that look again. I can’t keep it together when he looks at me like that. Like he’s going to devour every inch of my body and not stop until I’m nothing but a broken mess. I love that look, but it also scares me.

“I just can’t get over how beautiful you are.” He lowers himself and kisses the inside of my collarbone, slowly working his way up my neck. He tugs at my earlobe. “I’m going to make you scream my name, Casey Boone,” he whispers, and his words send chills down my spine.

“I’d like to see you try,” I answer and almost regret my words the second he parts my legs and pushes his hips into me. Even through the two layers of clothes, I can feel the thickness of his cock. And for the first time, I wonder if I can really take him. I haven’t been with someone in a very, very long time. “Just be gentle,” I whisper.

“I will.” He nibbles on my ear and brings his mouth to mine, his tongue flicking at mine. He searches my mouth and feels every part of it before he pulls away and smirks. “At least, at first I will.” His words send a shiver down my spine and I wrap my legs around him, wanting to get used to his cock before I take him.

He works down my neck excruciatingly slowly. I run my hands through his hair and push down on his head. “Hurry,” I cry trying to hold back a smile. He pulls down on the collar and presses his lips between my breasts. He licks around and lifts his head, but I wrap my hands around his neck and push him down. “You’re not going anywhere.” I laugh and hold him between my tits until I feel the surge of air leave his lips as he motorboats me and slips out of my grasp.

“Someone’s a little antsy,” he chuckles and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it off in one swoop. My breasts bounce in their tight little cage, practically begging for release. Taking off my bra at the end of the day is something that I look forward to. Sometimes my bra falls to the ground before I’m even able to close the door to my dorm room. I stare at David and wiggle my hands around my back, yearning for that release. He reaches out and grabs my wrists, putting them above my head and holding me there with one of his hands. “I want to do it,” he growls.

His lips move down my collarbone and quickly work their way to the outer rim of my bra. He runs his tongue along the edge of the bra and I squirm under his touch. His finger pulls on the left side of my bra and my tit pops out. The cold air hits my nipple and makes it hard. David moves his tongue and runs it around my areola, every so often swiping at my exposed nipple. After his third fly by touch with his tongue, I position my hands behind his head and hold him in place, forcing my nipple into his mouth. I can see the subtle smirk on his face as he begins to suck on it.

My mouth opens and a jumble of words leave my lips. They don’t form a coherent sentence. As a matter of fact, I’m not even sure they are real words. Just a mixture of sounds and lazy attempts at forming a word.

With each swipe of his tongue and each suck of his mouth, I feel myself giving in to him more and more. With his free hand, he cups my other breast and begins to knead it, adding to my torment. Each twist, suckle, and pinch of my nipples increases the buzzing in my ears.

When I’m at the edge of falling over, he lets go of my chest for long enough for me to breathe. He kisses down my stomach and around the elastic of my sweats. If I’d known that I was coming straight to David’s after my tutoring session, I would have worn something sexier. Something other than my high school sweats.

“Sorry,” I mutter as his fingers cling to the sides of them.

David raises his head and turns it to the side like a confused puppy. “What are you sorry for?” he asks, coming in for a quick peck on the lips.

“I should be wearing something a little sexier,” I confess and turn to hide the surfacing redness on my cheeks.

His right eyebrow rises a little higher than the other, making me want to attack him right here and now. “You could be wearing a black trash bag and I would still think that you’re the most gorgeous girl that I’ve ever laid eyes on, Casey Boone.”

I love the way he says my name. There’s a little spark to it every time it leaves his lips. Almost like he can’t get enough of it. Never in my life has someone made me feel this way just by uttering my name.

His fingers touch under my chin and bring my focus to him. “You.” He lowers himself and kisses me on the lips. “Are.” Another kiss. “Perfect.” And this time he gives me a little tongue and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into me. He thrusts his hips into me and my eyes open wide at the hardness between his legs. It feels like he has a steel pipe between his legs.

He could knock someone out with that thing if he wanted to.

When he pulls away, his hands pull down on my sweats and he throws them across over his head. He lifts my feet and puts them on his broad shoulder, his lips kissing the inside of my thighs. Slowly and with purpose, he works his way up. He makes sure to tease every bit of me as my body begins to shake and my hips thrust into the air, my pussy crying for his touch.

David’s finger pulls my panties to the side, his face lighting up at the sight of my pussy. “You have the prettiest pussy,” he says and pushes his mouth onto it. I thrust my hips along his lips, shooting up and running my hands through his hair. There’s nothing that could have prepared me for this moment. His touch is visceral and hands down amazing.

I gyrate my pussy against his lips, feeling his tongue on my clit. I cling to his hair and push my stomach against his forehead. I can’t stop shaking to his touch. I’m almost at my sweet release.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop, David Cooper,” I yell as the first, of what I’m sure will be many more orgasms, rolls through my body. I hold onto his hair as the shivers course through every fiber of my being and I grow as still as a statue. The whole time, David never stops eating me out. In fact, his pace intensifies, and through my orgasm, he’s managed to push his fingers inside of me.

He pushes them in until they’re knuckle deep inside of me and then he curls them, hitting my sweet spot. He flicks against the spot and my ass shoots up from the couch. I probably would have jumped ten feet into the air if he wasn’t holding me down.

“I can’t,” I mutter over and over. I shake my head as those green eyes of his look up at me, the smirk on his face. I shake my head and he nods. I grab the side of his cheeks and try to force him to shake along with me but I can’t fight his strength. I relent and drop back down on the couch, knowing full well that I’m at his will.

“You can,” he growls as he comes up for air. He licks my juices from his lips and smacks his lips together like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. “I never want to leave this.” And with that he goes back down, and I reach out for a couch pillow, putting the corner into my mouth.

He starts off slow. Letting me get used to his fingers inside me. Only one hits at my spot carefully. My thighs grip the side of his head and hold him in place. I bite down hard on the pillow when both his fingers start to work. A slew of curse words fly through my head, trying to fight against the temptation. And for a moment, I think that I have it under control. That is, until he combines it all.

It starts off with a flick of his tongue and pluck of his fingers. My mouth opens wide and a moan leaves my lips. Involuntarily, my hand flies to the side and sends the cushion flying across the room.

“No more. No more. No more,” I moan. This wild ride has barely started and I already want off of it. I don’t have to be a genius to know that it’s about to get really bumpy soon. I look into his eyes and shake my head and he nods. I smile, knowing that I’m in the clear. That in a second he’ll stop and I don’t have to lose my freaking mind.

Of course, that would be too easy.

His hand reaches out and pushes me down onto the sofa. I want to get back up to shake my head at him, but he hits me full force. Two of his fingers hit that sweet spot of mine, and I turn into putty. He sucks on my clit and that’s when the whimpers turn into full blown screams.

I crash my hips against his face and dig my nails hard into the couch until I puncture the sides. I shut my eyes tight and little bursts of light explode in the darkness. My ovaries feel like their going to explode as his fingers hit at my spot. And then I give in to it all. And I crash. Over and over.

By the time he pulls away, I’m nothing but a bumbling mess. He hovers over me with the biggest shit eating grin that I’ve ever seen on someone, taking in his work. I want to tell him that he shouldn’t be so happy. That I’ve had better, but it would all be a lie. And it doesn’t help that when I do open my mouth, only whimpers leave my lips.

David nods to himself and pulls down his joggers, unleashing the monster beneath. He opens a drawer by the couch and pulls out a plastic wrapper. He breaks it open and rolls the latex all the way down his shaft. He positions himself between my legs and I can feel his hardness at my entrance. My body starts to shake in anticipation.

I don’t know if I can take much more of this. Every bit of me has been worn down. If he fucks me with that massive cock of his, I might actually have a heart attack and die. And then for some odd reason, I start to smile.

At least if I do end up dying, it will be from the best orgasm of my life by a man who finds me perfect.

He pushes his tip at my entrance and that gives me enough energy to turn my head to look up at him. “Are you ready for me?” He grabs my legs and puts them on his shoulders, his fingers digging into my thighs.

“I might die,” I whisper to him, but more to myself. I doubt that I will ever fully be ready for him.

There’s a look of confusion on his face and I think that he might actually stop, so I reach out, grab his ass, and pull him toward me. Both of our mouths open as he slips into me. He pushes each inch slowly inside of me and lets us both grow familiar with each other’s feel. His huge cock stretching my pussy apart. I can feel the slight curve of his cock as he pushes it inside. I wet my lips and try to fight the urge that’s telling me to run away before he breaks me.

His nails dig into my thighs, and he kisses my ankles as he slips the last of his cock inside me. We both hold still for a moment and I let myself get used to his length. All of the rumors are true.

He is the Big Jock on campus.

I bite down on my lip.

I know what’s coming up next. This part was just the easy part. The next part I’m almost sure will break me.

Why couldn’t I just have gone to the gym to get my release like a normal person?

And then I look up at him and I know why.

Because I wanted David Cooper. I wanted the Big Jock on campus.

I’m greedy like that.

I nod my head. “I’m ready.”

He nods and pulls out of me until only his tip is inside. He tightens his grip around my thighs and I’m about to reconsider my decision when he drills himself into me. My head bounces off the cushion behind me, the air leaving my lungs, and I turn into mush.

David strokes into me over. And over. And over.

Screams of lust leave my lips. He reaches out and puts a palm on my lips, bringing an index finger to his own. His eyes go to the door and he nods to himself before thrusting back into me.

I lick at his palm and eventually work his finger into my mouth. It gets to the point that when he thrusts his cock into me, I thrust his finger into my mouth. I follow the same rhythm until his face scrunches up and he growls out, “I’m going to come.”

I nod my head. I don’t know if I’m doing it in agreement or because his thrusts are just forcing me to do it. But I go along with it.

David opens my legs and he falls down onto my chest, his breathing heavy as mine. His thrusts are less rhythmic and he lets out a loud grunt as he pushes into me and unleashes. My own orgasm rolls through me and I run my nails down his back. Both our bodies shake like autumn leaves in the wind.

When it’s all said and done, David looks up at me and kisses my chest. He wraps his hands around me and spins me around until I’m on his chest and he’s under me. He runs his hands through my hair and listens to the heavy beating of my heart, neither of us daring to say another word. At least at first.

He’s the first to break the silence. “Wow.” Just that one simple word leaves his lips, and when I raise my head to look into his eyes, I smile.

“Wow indeed,” I laugh and press my lips against his chest. I drop my head back down and feel the heaviness of the world around me. David wraps his hands around my tiny body and I listen to his heart.

The soft lull of his heartbeats makes me close my eyes. And like warm milk before bedtime, it makes me drift off into another world.