“—but it will have to wait,” he went on. “Got something else for you first.”
He… what?
My heart tripped. He’d gotten me something? Something other than his cock? Was it chocolate? Something else? Ilovedpresents.
I smiled, squirming so hard that he dropped his hand away from my mouth.
“You got me a present?” I asked, flutters starting up in my belly as I wiggled around to face him and then did my best to climb him like a tree. Luckily for me, he decided to help. He grabbed my ass, pulling me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist and cling like a monkey. “What is it?” I asked breathlessly.
He pinned me with a bossy look, carrying me back over to my desk. “You’ll find outafterwe check your grades, babe.”
That… totally made my dick wilt.
Well, it should have, at least. My dick was now made of chromium too, though, and it was stabbing him in the abs as he walked because I couldn’t help bouncing against him, rubbing up against that rock-hard stomach of his, grinding into the firm heat of his body becauseunnnnnnnnnnghhhh. That you’ll-do-what-I-say-because-I’m-in-charge voice of his totally made me want to come all over him without permission just so he’d bend me over and spank me until I cameagain. But… grades.
Oh God.
Okay.
Once my brain caught up with my body and I registered what he’d actuallysaidin that bossy I’m-your-master voice that always got me so horny, my dick really did start to wilt.
“I can’t,” I whispered, hiding my face in his neck and completely chickening out because I was fowl, through and through. “You check them. Please?”
Was I being ridiculous? Yes.
Was it the best feeling in the world to know he’d let me get away with it without making mefeelridiculous? Also yes.
“’Course I will, baby,” he said, proving me right on all counts.
I clung to him even tighter as he bent down just enough to click the trackpad on my laptop, supporting all my weight with one hand for a moment as he used the other to open the grade portal.
“Well?” I asked, squeezing my eyes closed even though I already couldn’t see with my face buried against his neck like this.
Instead of answering me, he started kneading my ass.
I burrowed against him even harder, waiting to hear whether the rest of my life was ruined or not.
And then I waited some more.
And after another minute, I wasstillwaiting.
“Hmmm,” Gage finally said after ten thousand years of clicking through my class listings or searching Netflix nature documentaries or browsing kinky bondage sites orwhateverit was that was taking him so long.
I held my breath, bracing myself for the verdict… but after ten thousandmoreyears of silence, I started to feel like I might pass out from oxygen deprivation, so I inhaled with a ragged gasp, smacking Gage’s chest as I came up for air because he was theworst.
“Gage, did I pass the test or not? Are my grades good enough? Quit torturing me! Did I… did I do it?”
He smiled, his eyes doing the writing-his-name-on-my-binder, tingle-inducing sparkle thing again and instantly making me forgive him for teasing me like that.
“You did it, baby,” he said, squeezing my ass again… which made my dick rub against his abs some more… which feltalmostas good as when he followed up by saying, “I’m proud of you. It was an A-minus on that last test, so you totally rocked it. And looks like that brings your semester average for the class up to a low B now.”
I’d managed a B.
AlowB, but still a B, which was three grades and four whole letters away from anF, thank you very much, which was for sure where that particular class had been heading just a couple of months ago. And I still had a bit of the semester left to… well, at least not to make it any worse. And maybe even to keep making it better?
Gage slid me down his body until I was standing on my own feet again, and I cautiously dared to start letting myself believe that we might actually pull this off.
He’d said we could, that wewould, but since so much of it had depended on me and I didn’t exactly have the greatest track record with either school stufforconvincing my parents that I was capable of anything whatsoever, I… Well, I guess I hadn’t been totally confident that he was right this time, even though he usually (okay, pretty much always) was.
