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“Did you get your score back for our history test yet?” I ask, hoping that’s the reason for his distance.

“I got an eighty-four.” He grins, then flips open his statistics textbook, and the front lands against the table with a loud plop.

“That’s awesome.” I beam.

“Yeah… but I still have to pass the final.” He shifts in his seat. “How’d you do?”

“I got a ninety-two,” I say. He looks up and grabs my chin between his fingers, pulling my mouth to his.

“That’s amazing, baby. You’re so smart.” He nuzzles my nose. “Too bad I can’t siphon that knowledge through my cock when I’m fucking your brains out.”

I throw my head back, laughing. “Yeah… too bad.” He lets go of my chin, going back to his work, worry lines still prominent on his forehead. His tense posture is stressing me the fuck out. I want to ask him to open up, but I’m too scared of his answer.

Question:what’s the best way to relieve your boyfriend’s tension?

Answer:pound it out.

I place my hand on Elijah’s knee. “Hey.”

His eyes flick to mine, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Hey.”

Standing up, I extend my hand. “Come on.”

“We just got here.”

“It won’t take long.”

His eyes flicker a shade darker before he stands up, taking my hand, and follows me through rows and rows of books. When we’re in an empty aisle, I pause for a moment, spinning to face him. His hands wrap around my waist, tugging me against him, and his grin is so damn sexy, I’m wet just looking at it.

He steps forward, caging me against a shelf of books, then whispers in my ear, “We’re in the fantasy section… Should I show you a whole new world?” I kiss his neck, biting down on the soft flesh, and he groans.

I slip out of his grasp and arch a finger for him to follow me while painting on my most seductive expression. He rubs a hand against the front of his athletic shorts, hungry eyes raking over me as he hurries after. We finally arrive at a dark study room in the back corner, and I push open the door. Elijah follows me inside, reaching towards the light switch, but I grab his wrist, stopping him. His eyes connect with mine as I shut us inside the dark room, with only a faint light shining through the small window on the door.

“What are we doing in here, Sunflower?” he asks, his voice low and gritty.

I tug his arm, pulling him over to the back corner, away from the view of the window, and push him up against the wall. “You seem stressed. Thought I’d help get your mind off things.”

He finds my sides, pushing up my T-shirt to place his warm palms on my hip bones. “Didn’t you say we’d never have sex somewhere crazy?”

I don’t need to see his face to know he’s teasing me. “Who said we’re having sex?” I play along.

“You can’t tell me you brought me to this dark room for a make-out session, babe. I’m five seconds from bending you over the table.” A thrill of anticipation runs through my body.

He backs against the wall as my hands find his waistband, toying with the edge. A warm breath hits my lips, and I stand on my tiptoes, grazing my mouth against his while slipping my hand completely under his athletic shorts and briefs. He sucks in a breath as I wrap my hand around his stone-hard cock, stroking him gently.

“Baby, you’re driving me crazy,” Elijah moans against my mouth. I press my lips to his for a soft, tongueless kiss. He rolls his hips, and a breathless groan spills from his lips.

My patience is dwindling, and I drop to my knees. “What are you—” His question is cut off as I tug down his shorts and boxers, finding his long, hard cock with my lips. “Soph.”

I glide my tongue along his shaft, flicking the top before taking the entire thing in my mouth. The tip hits the back of my throat, and I gag slightly before regaining my composure. My fingernails dig into his ass as his hips thrust in rhythm with my sucks. His cock jerks in my mouth, the sweet pre-cum coating my tongue, causing me to groan in approval. “So fucking good, baby,” he praises with labored breaths that tell me he’s getting close.

I stop abruptly and stand up. Before Elijah can complain, I pull the condom out of my pocket and slide it into his hand. He chuckles, and the sound of the foil packet ripping open echoes in the room. I help roll it onto his dick, stroking him a few times to make sure it’s properly in place. He spins me away from him, reaching around my waist to unbutton my jeans, and pushes them down to my knees. His fingertips toy with the string of my thong, twisting one side in his hand before I hear a loud snap.

“Did you just rip my underwear?” I laugh as his hands snake to the other side, and another loud snap sounds throughout the room.

“Yep.” He tugs them off, then bends down, shoving them in the front pocket of his shorts.

“Was that totally necessary?”

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