Chapter 7

Fuck that. Fuck everything. I took back my earlier statement as I glared at the papers he had handed me. They were in English, right?

Or were my brain simply so fried by now that I couldn't read simple English anymore?

Sighing frustratedly, I threw the papers down on my bed and let myself fall back into my pillows. It was 4pm in the afternoon and I hadn't really done much else than study, other than grab a quick lunch. I was still trying to understand what he had given me, but these papers weren't like the last ones. These were meant to tackle my knowledge and help me expand my vision on how to attack a problem I couldn't figure out.

Find a new solution instead of relying on someone else's logic. That was easier fucking said than done.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sat up once again and stretched my body until my limbs popped and cracked. I was stiff after hours of sitting bent over his papers.

How the hell did he do it every day? Sit and do math all day without losing his ability to move without groaning?

My lips twitched a little as a sudden memory flashed through my mind. I could almost hear his grunts in my ear if I focused hard enough. The grunts he made as he came inside me and filled up the condom he had slipped on up in his bedroom.

I remembered shivering and trembling beneath him, practically creaming myself at the sounds he made.

Damn it all, I was horny again.

My prediction had been right, and as expected, by now I was starting to feel the abstinences of getting good dick. The thing about sex was, if your appetite was high, that was just one thing, but if the snack was right in front of you all damn day, teasing that appetite?

That wasn't fair at all.

Sighing, I rubbed my temples and glanced down at the papers on my bed again. I needed a break. I couldn't focus any longer without getting distracted, so I decided right there and then I needed some air.

Jumping off my bed, I glanced out of the window and looked out at the sunny sky outside. For Canada, we were having a pretty decent summer this year. The weather had been mostly sunny with only a few cloudy days, and today was another sunny day.

It had been a tough choice to choose studying over sunning outside, but reading in sharp light on white paper just wasn't easy on the eyes.

Or at least it wasn't on my eyes.

Committing meant a few sacrifices here and there, but that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the sun on my breaks. I was halfway down the stairs, already gunning for the turn at the bottom to head back towards the garden patio, when I suddenly heard a weird noise. I halted in the doorway and frowned when my ears detected the sound came from Harry's study.

Walking up to his door carefully, I realized the reason why I could hear weird sounds was because his door wasn't closed all the way. It stood ajar, just half an inch, and through that inch, my eyes were able to catch..

Oh, God. Why me and my pussy?

He was doing sit-ups on the floor.

Fucking sit-ups.

Shirtless, sweating and facing his giant blackboard, he was doing crunches on the floor while seemingly keeping his eyes focused on his work. Was he seriously working out whilst doing on his equation?

Talk about a double workout.

"Wauw," I said, pushing the door open and coming inside.

He didn't even halt mid-crunch, only kept breathing measured as he eased himself up and down.

"You really don't understand the concept of relaxing, do you?"

"Good afternoon, Cassandra," He replied on an exhale when I closed the door behind me and came further in.

Smirking, I sat down on his desk and watched him complete his set. He worked for another full minute before he finally rested on the floor and grabbed a water bottle standing next to him.

"So you really workout whilst working?"

"Blood increases brain stimulation and heightens your concentration." He sipped his water, then glanced towards me.

"Are you having trouble with the papers I gave you?"

"I am," I said, but then shrugged.

"But I'm going to look at them again a little later and see if I can't crack it. If not, I might need to use a lifeline."

"You don't get lifelines. You find the means to understand them yourself or you give up."

He set the water bottle down and then lifted his hands to head again and started his crunches anew, as if we were merely discussing the weather.

Tutor or not, he was the hardest teacher I'd ever had.

Pursing my lips, I watched him for another moment, but then got up from the desk. I walked to the end of his feet and crouched down in front his bent knees, catching his eyes as he came up on his crunches. He stared back at me while continuing his steady movements.

"Has anyone ever told you you're ridiculously hot when you're being an ass?" I asked, listening to him push out labored breaths.

"You're in my way," He replied, but didn't take his eyes off of me.

His equation was behind me and I was blocking it, and yet right now I don't think he was that focused on his problem. Just as he came up, I wrapped my hand around his neck and pressed my lips against his, catching him with a hard kiss. He paused up and met my movements, angling his head to the side as I deepened the kiss.

Slipping my tongue past his lips, I moaned lightly as he kissed me back, meeting me thrust for thrust as our tongues battled. wrapped both my hands around his neck and then moved forward, feeling him lean back and support his weight on his hand.

Swinging my legs astride his hips, I felt him lower his legs and allow me to take a seat on top of him. I brushed my fingers through his hair, but then tugged at it, before moving my hands down his chest, to his belt.

"What are you doing, Cassandra?" He calmly asked me as I unbuckled his belt and pants. I reached into his boxer shorts and felt for the bulge that was growing against his thigh.

"You have your ways of focusing." I breathed against his lips, “I have mine."

Pulling his cock free from his boxers, I stroked him slowly as our lips fused together again. His other hand came up and softly cupped my head while I worked my hand up and down his length.

I lowered my lips to his chest after a moment, when I no longer could resist his bared nipples and rock hard abs that were begging for my tongue as well. I teasingly bit into one of his nipples and felt as his hand ran through my hair, pushing it away from my face as I worked my way down. I caught his other nipple and let my teeth scrape across it before moving lower, pushing myself down to sit on his legs.

"I'd still really like to suck your dick," I said, kissing my way down his abs.

I peeked up at him to see his ever calm and controlled face, his prominent jawline sticking out from the angle I was in.

He didn't reply, and I was pretty sure it was a rhetoric statement as well, because the next moment my lips reached his hips. His cock was still in my hand, but had grown heavy and beaded with pre-cum since it came out of hiding. I looked up a last time to catch his face, searching for his permission, and with a slow nod he gave it to me.

Lowering my eyes, I focused all my attention on his length as I opened my mouth and slid his tip against my tongue. Tasting the pre-cum, I sucked it off before grasping his base firmly and sinking down.

I took him into my mouth, as much of his as I could, and didn't stop until his tip hit the back of my throat. He was large and my jaw clicked, but I regretted nothing as I felt his grasp on my hair firm up as I started bobbing.

Hollowing my cheeks out, I sucked and let my tongue slide against him as I took him to the back of my throat over and over again. I leaned back, sucked on his tip and caught his heated gaze, before dipping all the way down again and sucking.

For minutes, my mind blanked completely as I sucked his cock clean, feeling myself get wetter and wetter with every pulse I felt from having him in my mouth. Occasionally I heard him grunt quietly or hiss under his breath, but other than that, he let me have my fun. I had been dreaming about this, about what having him fucking my mouth would feel like, if he would taste sour or salty, and whether or not I could make him come.

The latter was still to be determined.

Gradually building up my pace, I moved up on down on his cock quicker and quicker until I could feel him jutting in my mouth. His breath grew harsher, coming out of his nostrils in hard exhales, but he still didn't crack. At this point my knees were hurting, but my resolve was as hard as his.

Suddenly, his hand grasped at the back of my head and pulled me up by my hair. I whimpered lightly, but didn't get a chance to protest.

The next moment he had pulled my lips to his and had his mouth against mine, kissing me fervently. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I felt him pull me closer. I was dripping wet underneath my skirt, but it didn't appear like he was going to bother investigating. So, taking the lead, I pushed my skirt up and let my thong-clad pussy rub against his throbbing cock that was resting against his stomach.

"I want you to fuck me again," I pleaded against his lips when his hand finally came to my ass and followed the movements my hips were making, rubbing against his cock.

"Right here, right now. Fuck me hard."

"Is this how you study?" He replied when I moved my hands below my skirt and pushed my panty to the side.

Letting my swollen lower lips rub along his length bare now, I shuddered as I felt the steel and the warmth of his cock.

A solid promise of what was to come.

"If I say yes, will you do it again and again?" I breathed, grabbing his cock now and running his tip against my clit.

I let out a quiet moan as I felt how warm he was and then moved up so his tip came to my wet entrance. He met my eyes, just as I looked down, lost in the moment. My lips were slightly parted and my breath was short of being anything, but right then his eyes met mine and took the last from me.

And that's when he lowered me down on him.

Hands on my hips, I moaned out loud as he guided me down on his length and made me take him to the hilt. I felt my inner walls stretch around him and cling tightly to every vein running up his shaft. My pussy molded itself around him until he was fully sheathed inside me, buried to the hilt.

Pressing his lips against mine, Harry Devon let me ride his cock, after a short moment of adjusting, and allowed me to control the pace until we were both panting. With his hand tangled in my hair and my own hands clinging to his shoulders, I rode him right there on the floor of his study until I couldn't keep it together any longer.

I came apart with a cry, but didn't slow my pace down as I felt him kiss my mouth throughout my climax.

Leaning against his hand, I felt as he began to swell inside me, just as my own climax faded. I kept riding him, keeping my lips pressed against his in fervor while his jaw tightened. I ran my fingers along his jawline and felt the muscles clench as he then with a last breath allowed himself to release inside me.

It shocked me slightly, but given that I was on birth control, I was fine with it, but after last night with him wearing a condom, I had thought maybe he didn't believe me - or maybe he just wanted to be sure.

Either way, he was climaxing inside me now and I felt the warmth of him filling me up as he panted stealthily against my lips.

With a hard breath, we then both let ourselves collapse, Harry sinking onto his forearms and me collapsing on his chest. Still semi-erect inside me, I couldn't move a bone in my muscle yet. I was sweating like a pig, but so was he, so I wasn't too self- conscious about the fact that I probably looked like a hot mess. I felt his heart beat strongly against my palm as we both caught our breath and found the usage of our voices.

"Thank you," I breathed, swallowing when my voice sounded weird, but then exhaled tiredly.

"I can go back to studying now."

I sensed his chest move and I realized he was chuckling silently. I smiled back involuntarily, unable to contain my own amusement. I hadn't actually come for this, but I guess this counted as a break as well.

"Don't let me keep you then," He replied, causing me to smile again when his voice sounded as messed up as mine.

With a last sigh, I then finally lifted myself up of his body, feeling his member slip out of me, just as I felt his climax shift inside me. My legs were sore from being on the hard wooden floor for too long, so with an awkward movement, I reached for his desk to steady myself.

Hearing Harry rise behind me, I then looked over my shoulder when I heard the sound of paper being snuffed from a dispenser. I saw him pull a few paper tissues out of a box of Kleenex on one of his shelves and then turn and hand them to me, which I took with a ginger smile.

"Thanks."

Awkwardly cleaning up his mess, I shucked the papers into his trash can under his desk and then shifted my thong back into its place with a little wiggle. Then, straightening my skirt and fixing my hair blindly, I turned to see and hear Harry zipping up his fly and buckling up his belt.

It all seemed redundant though since he would probably need a shower.

Just like me.

"I guess I'll see you at dinner?" I said, not really knowing what to say.

The situation felt awkward, but still... strangely comfortable. We were both adult people here... or at least he was. But he was treating me like an adult as well and I liked that.

"Happy studying," He announced, before walking past me with a little smile, going exactly for what I knew was his private bathroom.

I smiled to myself and glanced after him over my shoulder, but then headed for the other exit myself, leading out into his hall.

Happy studying indeed.