Page 5 of Study Hard
“So good. Fucking lethal,” he murmured, driving into my grip and weaving his fingers through strands of my hair. “Want a taste?”
“Fuck yeah.” I always wanted a taste and leaned forward, mouth open and ready for a sweet hit of his flavor, until I met resistance.
“Good,” he rumbled seductively, shoving me back a few inches. “Answer the next five questions right and you can have it.”
I huffed out my annoyance and settled back, disappointed Eric couldn’t see me rolling my eyes as he read off the card. I missed two of the five, and they went into the repeat pile with a lot of grumbling on my part.
My punishment this time was simple and brutally effective. I listened as Eric spat in his palm, then to the soft, stuttered breaths and slick, squelching glide of his hand over his cock. His slippery tip bumped against my lips, but each time I opened my mouth and tried to take the hard flesh inside, he moved away. The damp spot on my sweats spread, and my erection twitched in protest inside a prison made of cotton-poly blend. I was pretty sure even my pinky toe was throbbing with need by now.
Eric’s cockhead slid just behind my parted lips, then retreated just as quickly. I licked the salty tang left behind as his fingertips rubbed a soothing pattern over the nape of my neck. “Feel how hard I am for you, frat boy?”
When I tried to respond, it came out as a desperate moan-garbledyes.
We moved to the next set of questions, and I searched out a quiet place in my mind, away from the distraction of my aching dick and the knowledge that Eric stood in front of me with his gargantuan erection mere inches out of reach. I waited attentively, body strung tight as a bowstring after I answered the last question, because I wasn’t entirely sure I’d gotten that one, then grinned unabashedly as Eric said, “All correct, but I’m putting that last one in the do-over pile because you hesitated for a while.”
His hands landed on my shoulders and coasted down my arms until they fell to my hips where he tugged my sweatpants down below my knees. I canted my hips, a mutedfuckfalling from my lips as he licked the length of my inner thigh from knee to groin. First the right, then the left, provocative and so damn languid that I could feel the cool air of the room chasing the warm wake of his tongue away. My dick bobbed in the air as he laved my balls and let his fingers drift lightly over the top of my thigh, my stomach. Everywhere except the place I needed him to touch me the most. When I angled back for more leverage and tried to thrust, he guided my hips back down and kissed the tip of my cock, swirling his tongue over it generously.
Nearing critical level, all warning signs for impending explosion flashing and ringing in my mind, I bucked against his hold to no effect. “Eric!”
“Love when you curse me using my own name.” He chuckled softly and released me, his breath ghosting over my stomach, another searing smear of his lips streaking across the muscles and making them tense. “You are the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sitting on the end of a sex and sleep-rumpled bed, blindfolded, with the waistband of my sweats constricting my calves and all kinds of exposed…shit, only Eric could make me believe that statement. I all but glowed at the affection in his tone. It was easily mutual. Except I couldn’t fucking see him.
“Ten more. Can you hang, babe?” Laughter lingered in the question, but even in my agitated state, it melted me, and I nodded. “Good. If you get all ten right, what do you want?”
“You know what I want.” I twisted to one side, gasping as he sucked my left nut into his mouth and let it go with a wet smack of his lips.
“Say it.” He purred the words against my hip, and I struggled to focus, my world distilled into the sound of his voice and the pressure of his lips and fingers against my naked skin.
“I want your dick so deep in my ass I can’t see straight.”
“The blindfold might give me a leg up.”
“Smart-ass.”
His lips moved over mine in a warm slur. Never enough and somehow always just what I needed. “Tell you what—” Eric broke free to trail kisses along my jaw and neck. “—we’ll do something a little different. With these next ten, for every answer you get correct, I’ll keep going.”
“Keep going?” That sounded promising. Maybe? I mean, it implied thatsomethingwould be starting and possibly continuing, at least, and right now my dick was definitely in favor of more continuing and less stop-and-go action.
“You’ll see.” Eric fired off the next question about parliamentary versus presidential systems, and as I started to respond, I found myself instead detouring with a blurted out a curse as he took my length deep into the back of his throat. I mentally flailed as my hips jolted reflexively toward the suction. Once again he pinned them down.
“Parliamentary systems have fewer institutional obstacles to enact policy,” I rasped out, and the hum of assent that followed vibrated deep in my core, lighting up nerve endings already on fire like a raging blaze Eric was content to keep on stoking.
He replaced his mouth with his hand, stroking me slowly as he asked the next question, then bending to my cock again once he’d finished.
I managed to hold it together long enough to squeak through a brief recap of political ideologies, panting at the end like I’d just finished a marathon. It was almost comical how turned on I was contrasted to the incredibly dry material we were reviewing.
“The human body is not wired to use a brain and a dick simultaneously,” I said breathlessly, confirming what many a woman had said to me over the course of my life.
“Maybe you can write a paper on it sometime.”
“It’ll just be a lot of grunts andnghhhhs.”
Eric let out one of hisI’m about to cream your ass–style groans and my stomach tightened as heat knotted in my balls and begged for release. “Maybe you could include that, too?” he teased.
“How would you spell that sound exactly?” He slapped my hand away when I reached for my cock.
My thighs trembled as he licked up the side of my shaft, then pressed a kiss to my hip.