“Okay!” I said, probably a little too enthusiastically. When Nate smiled at me, I became self-conscious and yanked my hair up into a bun reflexively. It was my way of rolling up my sleeves in preparation to get to work. I also wanted to send out a no-nonsense vibe. I’d agreed to help him and that’s what I was going to do. I wasn’t about to let myself get distracted, and pulling my hair up was my attempt, however feeble, to prevent him from being distracted too. I used the first pencil I’d already pulled out to hold my bun together, so I reached into my bag and pulled out another one. “Let’s see your textbook first, then I want to assess your grades so far and your upcoming assignments. Then we’ll see about mapping out a study plan for you.”
Nate was more eager to get to work than I expected, and we spent the next two-and-a-half hours doing just that. Nate wasn’t as bad off as he thought he was. Yeah, the final was either going to make him or break him, but I saw a clear path for him to succeed in the end. I told him to ask the professor about any extra credit he could do, and I wrote down a couple of extra books he could get from the library. I told him I would write up a couple of scenarios for him and email them to him by midweek. I was really into it, and I started jotting down notes on the mock scenarios I wanted to create for him. My hair was starting to fall out of the messy bun in the front, so I tucked an annoying tendril behind my hair and kept writing.
“I always wondered what would happen,” Nate suddenly said in a thick voice. I looked up at him and there was no mistaking the heavy look of desire in his eyes. Shit. We weren’t going to do this tonight, maybe ever. This was strictly business. I took the bait.
“What would happen if what?”
“If I did this.” I braced myself for him to haul me up and kiss me again, but he reached across the table and pulled the pencil out of my hair. Of course, it tumbled free, and a huge curtain of it fell across the side of my face. “Just like I thought. Magic.”
That was when he stood up and moved around to my side of the table faster than seemed humanly possible. He did pull me up out of my seat then, but his grip on my arms was just strong enough to make me want him to. Then he jammed one hand into the side of my hair that had fallen across my face. The effect left some of it still in my eyes and part of my neck exposed like we’d been wrestling. Or making love. I gasped and he swallowed the sound by covering my mouth with his. Only this time he wasn’t as slow and luxurious about it. He devoured my mouth with pure need, and I let him. Our tongues dueled and he groaned as he ground himself against me. I whimpered and clutched his shirt as I tried to push my pelvis against his cock, which strained hard inside of his jeans. I could tell my panties were already soaked.
“Want you, Keira,” he said roughly against my mouth as he ate at my lips and licked them.
“Want you back!” I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck. He held me to him hard for a brief moment before he pulled back. We were both breathing hard and there was a look bordering on pain in his eyes.
“Keira, I swear I won’t screw up with your help. But I don’t want to stop.”
“I don’t want to stop either.”
Without another word Nate yanked himself off of me. “Where are you going?” I whimpered.
“I’m not going any-fucking-where,” he said through gritted teeth as he locked the door. He strode back to me in two short strides. He began to kiss my neck as he reached between us with one hand and squeezed my breast through my tee shirt. I let my head fall back and held his hand to my breast with mine. He nipped at my neck again and soothed with his tongue. I wanted more and I bucked my hips upward to let him know.
“Off,” he said as he started to tug my shirt over my head. I helped him by yanking it the rest of the way off. He swallowed hard at seeing me in my bra. There wasn’t anything special about it, and I made a mental note to do something about my underwear in the near future. He pulled the left strap down on my shoulder until he could pull the cup down too enough to free my breast.
“Yes,” I gasped as he bent his head and covered my nipple with his mouth. I arched into him when he sucked.
Nate expertly pulled the other strap and cup down so that he could lick and suck my other nipple. I was shaking with need. “Please, Nate. I need to come,” I pleaded. He continued to suck alternately on my nipples while he deftly unfastened the button on my jeans and then unzipped them. I cursed inwardly at my unwillingness to wear a skirt or dress and made a mental note about that too. Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and hoisted me up onto the table. Before I could wriggle out of my jeans, he pulled back the waistband of my panties and slid his hand inside.
“Ah! Nate!” I cried out as he thrust two fingers inside me. He licked between my breasts again as he applied pressure on my clit with his palm. I thrust my hips into him as he started a rhythm with his fingers.
“Yes, Keira. Ride my hand while I finger-fuck you. Come all over my hand.” I moaned and let my head fall back, and he stopped. “No. Watch your hips bucking. Watch me sucking these beautiful nipples until you come.”
I managed to unclasp my bra and yank it off completely as Nate started to work my cunt with his fingers again. I opened my mouth in a silent groan as he sucked on my right nipple again.
“Mmmm,” he moaned onto my breast as he sucked it. The rhythm of our thrusting got faster and faster. He tightened his lips and pulled back until my nipple popped out of his mouth, pebbled, wet and hard.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it.”
“So good, Nate.”
“My cock’s going to feel even better. Think about that. Come on. Come for me, Keira.”
“Yes, Nate! Fuck!” I couldn’t keep my eyes from closing, or my head from tilting back as my orgasm blazed through me. I shuddered through the spasms, and I finally opened my eyes again as my hips slowed and stilled. Nate was smiling at me.
“You’re beautiful, Keira. Especially when you’re coming all over my fingers,” he said as he pulled his hand out of my pants and licked the two fingers that had just been deep inside me. “I can’t wait to see how you look when you come again all over my cock. Let me have you now, Keira.”
“God, yes. Fuck me, Nate. For real this time.”
I thought he was reaching for jeans, but he lifted me off the table instead, and carried me to the couch. He stood me next to it and helped me kick off my shoes first, then he slid my jeans and panties off.
“This is hardly fair,” I said as I stepped out of them.
“I agree,” he said. “I could use a little help.” He pulled his T-shirt over his head, and I involuntarily licked my lips at the sight of his ripped upper body. “I’m all yours, honey,” he chuckled.
I reached out and laid my right palm on his chest while I traced his torso with the fingers on my other hand. It was like marble, only warm, so warm. He unbuckled his belt and unfastened the button. I looked up at him and he licked his lips.
“Go on,” he said. I held his gaze while I unzipped him and slid my hand into his underwear. He groaned and closed his eyes as I grabbed his cock. When he shoved his underwear and pants down over his hips, I went down on my knees and cupped his perfect ass in my hands. His eyes flew open, and he pulled me back up to my feet gently. “Uh-huh. Not this time. I need to be inside you. Now.”