Page 6 of Study Hard
“I have no idea. I’m losing my train of thought. Get this last question right so I can rail you.”
Those weren’t exactly the rules he’d spelled out, but I sure as shit wasn’t going to go all sideline official on him. “Hit me. I’ve got this now.” One last question and then I could stick my ass in the air, bury my face in the mattress, and shatter around his dick as he fucked me into the next semester.
“Name seven data collection resources political scientists use to investigate relationships between countries studied in this course.”
“Oh, fuck me.” That was gonna require a lot more breath than my body was capable of retaining at the moment. Eric squeezed my shaft, which I guessed was supposed to be encouraging but only managed to make me hiss in frustration.
“Soon,” he murmured. “Don’t fail me now.”
I could do this. I’d start with the gimme’s first. I sucked in a deep breath and did my best to ignore the trill of pleasure as he caressed me. “Gross domestic product and GDP per capita.”
“Mmmm,” he purred, and deep-throated me.
“The Human Development Index,” I whimpered out, and another vibrating noise of assent zipped down my shaft like a shower of sparks. “The…ohfuuuuuuuck—”Eric’s mouth sealed tight around the head of my cock as he pumped my shaft with his fist and worked a slick finger into my ass. “—GDP Growth Rate!” I barked out, sprawling back on the bed gracelessly and pulling my knees up. No shame in it at all, just unadulterated desperation and desire guiding me now. His hands and mouth moved in dangerously perfect unison, and I began to spin out into delirium as he worked me over with brutal purpose, prostate electrified, dick throbbing with every frenetic gallop of my pulse. “Gini-Index-Freedom-house-Failed-States-Index-shit!” The words lurched from my mouth in a jumble as I bucked sharply and gave the final answer on a stuttered near-whisper. “Transparency International.Don’t stop!”
My cock slipped from his mouth with a soft slurp of sound, and then came a few moments of silence broken by the sound of a drawer opening and closing. Eric’s footsteps padded quietly on the carpet.
“What’s happening? I got that right, yeah?” I asked frantically. He couldn’t just leave me like this. I was so close it was fucking painful. I clutched the sheets and ground my teeth together.
“C’mere.” His voice came from in front of me again, but at a greater distance this time, as if he’d resumed his position in the chair.
I rolled upright and stood gingerly, sliding a protective hand over my junk. “What’re we doing now?”
“You’re gonna get that sexy ass over here and fuck my cock. Because that was the correct answer.”
Jesus. I kicked my sweatpants the rest of the way off and shuffled forward in stumbling steps, flinging one arm out for balance as I blindly nudged articles of clothing, a shoe, what felt like a textbook, out of my path until my knees bumped against the edge of Eric’s chair. I fumbled my hands over his body until I found the curve of his shoulders. The side of my foot located his insole, gauged the distance between his spread legs, and I eased lower until I sat astride his hips, his hard cock pressing into the crevice of my ass. He’d lost his sweats at some point.
Eric caressed my back as I laced my fingers behind his neck, and a stream of lube slid between my cheeks. He worked it around my hole, teasing me open with rough, impatient caresses, like he was forcing the restraint. Something brushed against my blindfold and my hand flew up, capturing his wrist. “Leave it.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded, then exhaled a guttural sigh of relief as he pushed his fingers inside me and curled them, rubbing my prostate.
“It’s gonna handicap me severely, just so you know. And I took a picture, by the way.”
I couldn’t hold back a grin. “You’re such a perv.” He knew it wasn’t a complaint.
Eric spread my cheeks and replaced his stroking fingers with his rigid cock on a strained inhale. My body opened to him immediately, welcoming the pressure and the warm friction of our bodies rubbing together. We moved slowly at first, conscious of the precarious balance we were trying to maintain, because I knew he was as close as I was to coming undone. Arching back, I rested my hands on the tops of his thighs, giving him the full benefit of my blindfolded naked ass sliding up and down on his cock, and was rewarded with the increasingly sharp pattern of his breathing as he gripped me.
My world was dark, reduced to sensation and sound, exquisite awareness of each thrust, the slick sounds of skin sliding against skin, our panting breaths loud as a roar. The mounting pressure inside me moved in all-consuming waves that grew in amplitude and crested in blinding pleasure as Eric cursed and hissed out my name. Suddenly I was coming without him even touching me. My mouth dropped open in a soundless, surprised cry as I toppled headlong into ecstasy. Eric grabbed me by the hips, strain evident in the tension of his grip, and plunged relentlessly into me as I blew my nut between us in hot, stomach-clenching spurts.
“Oh shit, baby, you just—” Another moan and with a hard thrust, Eric shattered into the chaotic clench and release of the orgasm still ripping through me. He milked himself dry in my ass and didn’t stop pumping until he softened.
I collapsed against him, and he tore the blindfold off, gaze seeking mine, his eyes wild and hot. Bunching the tie in one fist, Eric lifted his other hand to sweep strands of hair from my sweaty forehead. Our mouths met in a lazy, meandering kiss steeped in orgasmic afterglow.
“I could’ve gone longer without that blindfold,” he mumbled after a few minutes, almost apologetic.
I buried my nose in the side of his neck, savoring the heat of exertion painting a sheen over the tendons. “I couldn’t have. And now I have a new Achille’s heel of yours to add to my collection.”
“Yeah? What are the other ones?”
“Good try.” I snickered, dragging my hand down his chest and lifting my wet fingers to his lips afterward.
He sucked them clean one by one. “Bet I could convince you to tell me.”
“Probably.” It was no secret I was easily persuaded by any machination on his part that involved getting me hard, or getting me off. “But we have to go through all the questions I answered wrong.”
“Soooo…want to start over, then?”
“Ten-minute breather, then go from the top?”
“Just like last time?”
“Hell yeah.”
I madean A on the exam.