Dirty Talks

"It might help to open a book," I sneered, crumpling up a blank piece of paper and tossing it at Calum, who was leaned back in a chair trying to balance a pencil on his nose. “If I have to waste my Saturday tutoring you, you could at least pretend to pay attention.”

He dropped forward, leaning against the table. “Or we could pretend we did all this studying and Monday, when I fail another test, you can tell our teacher that I’m a lost cause and you did all you could.”

"But I haven’t,’ I smiled sarcastically. "So open the fucking book."

"God, you’re annoying," He rolled his eyes, flipping the book open to a random page.
"You’re one to talk," I snapped. "Now, do I have to go over compound-complex sentences one more time?"

"You’d like that."

"What’s the supposed to mean?" Fortunately, we’d booked tutor room in the back of the library, because we’d surely be kicked out already. In the two hours we’d already been there, all we’d done was argue.

"It means you’re a know-it-all who likes to hear herself talk," He replied, pulling his phone out.
"I’d rather be a know-it-all than fail my classes," I growled, leaning on my elbows over the table challengingly. “So shut the fuck up and pay attention until five o’clock when we can go back to ignoring each other until next Saturday.”

"And if I don’t?" He replied, mimicking my movements.

Our faces were inches away from each other. His eyes were zeroed in on me, eyebrows furrowed creating a little crinkle at the top of his nose. His plump lips were fixed in a straight line as he obviously thought of a response to anything I could have replied with. His bare biceps flexed, a giveaway that I had successfully worked my way under his skin for the last time that day.

I hated him, and that stupid crinkle above his nose. I hated how he called me a know-it-all. I hated that he was letting himself fail when I knew he wasn’t a stupid guy. I hated his challenging smile and his condescending remarks and I really hated how much I was attracted to him.

With no threats or reasoning left, I leaned forward a little more and pressed my lips to his. He seemed surprised at first, but that was to be expected. It only took him a second to kiss back so forcefully that he actually stood up and leaned over the table, pushing me back in my seat a bit.

"The door," He said against my mouth. I pulled away, grabbing a piece of paper and a ripping a piece of tape that was unnecessarily long, moving quickly to cover the small window on the door. Calum got up, too, approaching me from behind as I taped up the paper and sliding his hands up the bottom of my shirt and under my bra, giving my boobs a squeeze.

I let out a small laugh, biting my lip as he began to suck roughly on my neck. One of his hands moved downward, his middle finger finding my clit, using the palm of his hand to pull me back up against him. I let out a deep breath and leaned my head back against his shoulder. “It’s my turn to teach you a few things,” He said in a low voice, pulling me back to the table.

He used one arm to push all of the books and papers to the floor in a quick motion as I pulled my shirt over my head. He yanked down my jeans, taking my panties with them. Calum grabbed me by the back of my neck, pushing me to bend over the table.

"Y/n, I’ve heard you can’t keep the students that you tutor concentrated on their work," He told me. "Being a bad girl comes with consequences."

"Yes, Cal-" I let out a yelp as he laid a hard smack across my ass.

“Yes, Mr. Hood,” He corrected me.

"Yes, Mr. Hood," I said obediently.

"Now, the student you help every Saturday. He tells me you distract him.. biting your pencils.. the way you bend over to get books off the shelf.." He dipped a finger into my slit, running his finger up to my entrance and slightly pushing it in. "Now how do you expect him to do his work with that going on?"

"I don’t know, Mr. Hood," I squeaked, my knees shaking as he slowly pumped his finger in and out, curling it deep inside of me to find my g-spot.

"Well, he can’t," He said, pulling his hand away and laying another stinging smack, surely leaving a hand print. "I’m afraid I can’t award you with volunteer hours if you aren’t really helping anybody."

"Please, Mr. Hood," I whined. "I’ll do anything."

"Anything?" I could hear the smirk in his voice as he pulled his zipper down. I felt him rub his tip against my slit.

"Fuck me, Mr. Hood," I begged.

"What’s the magic word?" He asked, pressing into me just a bit, running the tip down to my clit and sending a jolt through my body.

I panted, “Please, fuck me, Mr. Hood.”

He chuckled, thrusting into me so deep that I clutched the sides of the tables and squeezed my eyes shut. As he continued, I moaned and squealed along to the sounds of the chair legs scratching against the floor. Calum let out more of a groan than a moan as I felt him throb each time he pumped in and out of me. With all the teasing he had done, I had almost reached my limit as well.

He came inside me, grabbing my hips so tight that his fingernails dug into my skin. The sensation pushed me over the edge, my legs tensing up and my walls closed in on him as he pulled out for the last time. As Iorgasmed, he got on his knees and licked me clean, clutching my weak knees as I whimpered in pleasure.

When I found the strength to stand, I pulled up my pants and leaned against the wall, gasping for air. He ran his fingertips up my bare stomach, and I was still so sensitive that just that alone was enough to make me moan again.

"You’re so cute when you’re out of breath," He smiled.

"Next time, our session is at my house," I gulped, closing my eyes.

"Fine," He shrugged, leaning against the walls beside me. "But prepare for your grades to drop faster than your pants."

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