Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Huh,” he shakes his head, like he’s contemplating the idea. His smile and eyes tell me it’s the best thing he’s ever heard. I’m hopeful as he gets up and walks to the door. I know he’s going to shut it and give me what I want, what we both need.
“This really has to be the last time,” he confirms, his hand already turning the metal knob.
“Okay,” I laugh at the way he says it, telling himself.
Just as he’s shutting the door, I see Madison pop her head in, her friend standing right behind her. “Oh, are you doing a tutoring session?”
Deflated.
“Um,” he clears his throat. “Yeah,” he flashes me an apologetic smile as he sticks his hand in his pockets.
“Oh, this is perfect!” She shrieks, turning to her friend. “We have study hall now. We’ll go grab our bags and be right back!”
“Okay,” he clears his throat again as she disappears.
He opens the door back up wide, but he’s not happy or relieved, he’s disappointed too.
“Well this sucks,” I groan.
“Why Ms. Cunningham, were you looking for a repeat of something?” His face transforms into an outrageous smile as he meets mine.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tease.
“Well, for the record,” he lowers his voice as he approaches me. “I was.”
I blush, watching as he places two desks together before moving another two directly opposite them, forming a square. He grabs a stack of papers and sits in one of the four desks, motioning for me to sit next to him.
When the two girls return they take the seats opposite us. He starts passing out the papers and I can’t believe I actually have to do something chemistry related now. It’s silent, except for the class next door. They’re clearly watching a movie about thirty volumes too high.
After a few brief instructions, we start the worksheets, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s trying to bore the death out of all of us.
I read the first question, twice, distracted by his leg that’s now bouncing up and down. I try to ignore it, but it’s just so annoying. Madison asks a question and I roll my eyes, staring at my moving desk. Even if I were paying attention, I probably wouldn’t have even made it past the second question yet, so I can’t imagine she could be far along to already have questions. He answers her, and this goes on - question and answer, back and forth - for about ten minutes.
His leg is still going, and I can’t seem to focus on anything else. Not to mention the heat I feel radiating off his body, he’s so close to me, yet so far away. I look up, ensuring neither girl is watching, before placing my hand on his knee and stilling it.
I hear the gentle intake of his breath as he freezes. I don’t move my hand away as Madison asks another question, and a shocking thought pops into my head. I redden over my idea. Can I be that daring?
I don’t think; I act purely on impulse as I slowly move my hand up his thigh, further and further, closer to my goal. I’m both shocked and elated to find him already massively aroused. I don’t look his way, for fear of drawing attention, but I leave my hand there, resting on his hardness, waiting for him to swat me away.
I can’t help my ridiculous grin when he does the exact opposite. For instead of moving me off, he gently thrusts up into my palm. I push my hand down in response, and start to rub him in a gentle, steady, circular motion. He pulses against me, swelling, clearly immensely enjoying the massage.
I begin to outline him through his jeans, feeling just how big he is, remembering how he was pressed up against me yesterday.
He thrusts up again, urging me to go back to palming him.
I can’t help my own crazy breathing, biting down on my lip, trying to control it, as my hand moves over his rough pants, kneading his penis.
I sneak a quick glance, meeting his hooded eyes. He’s loving this, relishing in it.
I pick up speed, rubbing faster, until I’m really pounding him. His head falls back slightly and his mouth drops open.
Fuck that look is hot.
“Mr. Harrington?” Madison’s voice startles me and I stop all movement, starring wide-eyed in front of me. “What’s kinetic energy again?”
I can almost hear the disappointment in his voice as my hand stills, and the delighted horror when it continues.
“It’s something you’ll learn more about in physics,” he all but grunts as I push down firmly, focusing and pounding solely on the tip. He coughs to mask his breathlessness. “But for our sake, it’s the energy,” he swallows hard, “of an object that it possesses due to its motion.”