Always Us

study marathon

She shook her head as he approached with one of her English books in hand.

"Oh, now you want me to study? Because this morning when I tried, you had some other ideas."

"I'm gonna go slow," he promised, "you still have some time until you can't focus."

"Whatever you're about to do to me, I promise I won't be able to focus."

He smirked. "We'll see."

She watched him as he crawled back between her thighs, laying on his stomach as he lifted one leg over his shoulder and bent the other, pushing it up towards her hips.

"And this is how you want me to study?"

He groaned at the sight in front of him. Her swollen bud peeking out of its hood, pleading for his attention. He could already hear the indulgent moans that would come out of her once he took her in his mouth. "Mhm."

He dipped his thumb into her folds, sliding it between her slick lips in search of the source of her heat. Wired to his touch, her thigh muscles twitched with each touch.

This was a new type of torture.

Staring at the blurry text, she tried her best to keep her breathing steady and her legs in place while he swirled through his happy place. The whole time keeping his touch featherlight, and overall, just not enough. An occasional graze over her clit would cause her stomach to clench, but he otherwise was accomplishing nothing but making her testy.

"Are you having fun?" she asked. It had been almost ten minutes of her trying to execute the impossible—reading a damn textbook with her legs spread open in front of her boyfriend's face.

"Mhm," he grunted, kissing up the crease of her hip. "Don't mind me."

Her eyes fluttered shut as he dragged another finger through her folds, collecting the fresh slickness that pooled there. Finally, his thumb pressed down on her clit, and she let out a relieved moan.

"Put one in," she sighed.

"You gonna focus?"

Biting her bottom lip, she nodded hurriedly.

"So beautiful," he murmured, circling her entrance. Restless, she tried to knock a foot against him, but he gave her a stern look. "You heard the rules. You study. I eat."

Her hips jerked up as his warm tongue traced a trail up her entrance. "I can't do this," she sighed breathlessly. "Spencer, I can't—" His lips latched onto her clit, soft and pulsing, sucking at it just so.

He was going to kill her. That was his plan.

He chuckled against her and pulled away. "Study or I stop."

She nodded helplessly and dragged the book onto her chest, getting through the first two lines before his lips were back on her.

She didn't think she had ever been this aware while he ate her out. Every flick of his tongue sent a tingle up her spine. He rolled his tongue over her clit, over and over, sucking the bud between his lips before pulling away and sealing it with a kiss.