Unable to take the silent treatment, I transport behind her chair and lift the laptop from her desk. Before she can protest, I transfer myself onto her bed. I skim over what she's written so far, erasing the last paragraph. I probably distracted her when I came into the room.
Jessica straddles the chair in front of her desk, facing me. The first few buttons of my shirt are undone, giving me a peek at the top of her breasts. Fuck, she’s not wearing shorts. Through the slats of the wooden chair back, I glimpse lilac panties covering her sex. I groan at the sexy little vixen in front of me. My dick twitches. In the past few weeks, her kisses and touches have been bolder, more seductive.
She’s testing my restraint, and I’m not sure how long I can keep myself from giving into my urges. I clear my throat and shift my eyes up to hers. “Princess, I told you multiple times that you can’t dress like that, even in your dorm room. Someone can walk in and see what belongs to me.”
She snorts and rolls her eyes.
I’ve been telling you for the past couple of weeks that she’s been hinting that she wants more than stolen kisses.
Don’t start this again,I grouse at Toby, but the asshole laughs and ignores my warning.
But tonight is different. I think she’s punishing you. You must have done something to really piss her off.
She folds her arms on top of the chair, chin raised and eyes narrowed with annoyance. A wisp of hair falls into her icy blue eyes. She quirks an eyebrow, waiting for me to say or do something.
Quickly, I type a revised version of the deleted paragraph and add a few more. Scanning it one last time, I save her work and email it to her professor. She gawks at me, when the distinct sound of the email being sent fills the silence in the room. I wink at her before closing the laptop and toss it to the side.
“What did you do?” she asks. “I wasn’t finished!”
Shrugging, I reply, “I finished it and submitted it for you.”
“Tyler! That’s cheating!”
I smirk. Standing up from her bed, I prowl toward her.
“I don’t want to graduate from college knowing that I cheated.”
“That, Princess, is not cheating. When have I ever interfered with your college courses?” I hold eye contact, daring her to challenge me. She doesn’t waver. “Besides, you were practically done. I simply revised and summarized your conclusion and executed it with flair.” I run my fingers through her hair, tilting her head back, loving that she’s finally letting it grow out. “I have much better things I want to do than wait in my room for you to finish your paper.”
Bending down to kiss her full lips, she turns her head before I make contact. I growl at her denial. I transport into her chair. Her eyes widen when she finds herself straddling me instead.
I grab her chin. “Now, tell me why you’re tempting me, dressed like this, and then deny my kisses.”
She leans back, crossing her arms under her full breasts. Dammit, this wasn’t a good move.
“You know why,” she grumbles, defiance clear on her face.
Pulling her arms away from her chest, my hand grazes a nipple. She emits a sharp inhale. I bite down on my inner lip, preventing myself from responding to the way her breaths pick up, when I wrap her arms around my neck and slide my hands down her lithe body, then back up her thighs to her round ass.
She shifts her hips. I stifle back a moan. Squeezing my eyes shut, I take a steadying breath to calm myself down and glide my palms back up to gently squeeze her hips.
“As much as I love a little banter, Princess, you’re fucking killing me. Use your words and tell me what the fuck I did so I can make it up to you.” I pull her into me, settling her on my very hard and painful cock.
She gasps. Taking advantage of her parted lips, I crush my lips into hers and stroke her tongue along mine. I rub her backside with my hands, pulling her against me at the same time.
“Words, Princess. Talk to me, unless you want to let me into your head,” I whisper.
“I found Owen scrubbing the swimming pool with a toothbrush! A toothbrush, Tyler!”
Laughing at her outburst, I kiss her chin and wrap my arms around her.
She pushes her hands against my chest, and I capture them in mine. “It’s not funny! What is wrong with you?!”
I kiss her hands and return them to my shoulders. She slaps my arm. “Ouch,” I joke.
“Seriously! What is wrong with you? He didn’t do anything wrong. You have to stop picking on him. You’re being a bully!”
I bring her face closer to mine. “He had his arms around you. He touched what is mine,” I snarl, my tongue swiping at her lips.
