Page 3 of Flying Colors
“One that I think you’ll be in favor of.” His tone dropped to just above a whisper and he seemed tobreathehis words at me. I desperately longed to face him and inhale those breathy words, draw them into my lungs—into my inflamed body.
My own words stammered when I asked, “What… what do you mean?”
Bradley reached out and fingered my wavy hair, playing with a short strand, curling it around his index finger. I shivered—he’d never touched me before; not outside my fantasies. Fuck—I ached to lean into it, encourage him to run his hands through my hair, grip it even… and force me to my knees before him. If heknewthat’s what I wanted—would hedo it?Was hethatkind of guy? Good God, I hoped so.
“A littleexchangeof favors.” He slowly ran a single knuckle down my slender neck. Could this be real? I shivered too hard for him to miss. “I give you something you want… and you give me something I want. Simple as that.”
I knew what he wanted; his gradesfudged.
I was fairly sure he knew whatIwanted as well; to befucked.
Asmuchas I wanted it, though… the “teacher” in me balked at the notion of tampering with grades. “What is it you want?” I asked, for sake of clarification.
He smiled. “To pass this class.”
“So… rather than applying yourself, you want me to change your grade?”
Bradley stroked a fingertip along the tendon in my neck. “Oh, I intend toapplymyself for a passing grade. Or…partsof myself, anyway.”
“I-I can’t do that.” Who said that? The words were foreign to the flaming desire burning through me.Whywould I turn him down? I’d been fantasizing about the quarterback for two weeks—I could hardly think of anything but fucking him. Now, when heofferedit to me—I tell himno?Why?!
I understood why an instant later when Bradley closed the small space between us and brushed his knuckles down my arm; I wasn’t actually telling him “no”… I simply wantedhimto come afterme.I wanted him toinsiston fucking me. I wanted to feelwantedby the object of my fantasies… desired…lustedafter.
“You’re an independent… man.” Bradley dipped his head and grazed his mouth across my ear, the tip of his tongue darting out, probing. “You can do anything you set your mind to.”
My breath caught and my dick jumped as his wet, slick tongue flicked my earlobe, his fiery breath sifting down my neck. I felt his fingertips on my back, dancing along my spine… lower… lower… his palm curving around the gentle swell of my firm ass… squeezing.
I gasped softly and his lips touched my neck, dropping steamy kisses.
“We… shouldn’t…” I whimpered.
To myhorror, he backed off, apparently taking me at my word, and walked to the door.
No…no-no-no! Fuck no! I didn’t mean it—it’s just part of the game! DON’T GO!
Bradley James halted at the door; had our “telepathy” kicked back in? He grabbed the handle, and I whimpered inwardly,furiouswith myself for not simply being straightforward with him and begging him to fuck me—leaving no room for confusion or misunderstandings.
FuckFuckFuck—
A barely audibleclickstalled my erratic thoughts. A familiarclick.
The “click” of the door lock.
The Quarterback turned on his heel and faced me from across the room. I stared back; eyes wide. Bless the gods of whores—he was still in the game.
“Weshould.” He emphasized his delayed response by kicking my chair, rolling it out of the way, then stepping behind me and pushing his crotch to my ass, pinning me to the desk. I hadn’t “imagined” his erection—his cock was hard as granite, grinding through the thin fabric of my slacks.
A shaky“Uh”popped out of my mouth and my fingers splayed across the top of the desk, palms pressing firmly to the cool, hard surface. I didn’t move as he ever so slightly rolled his hips.
The ache assaulting my dick and balls nearly drove me mad as it webbed into my loins and lower stomach, surging up into my chest, my throat, and my face. I felt like a virgin about to get fucked for the very first time—the excitement, anticipation, andlustspiking through the roof.
The Quarterback bent forward and gripped the edge of the desk on either side of me, his breath puffing across my ear. “I see the way you watch me… eyeing my cock when I open my legs.” His tongue dipped into my ear, and I shivered hard. “Why do you think I sit at the front of the room?” He grinned. “So, you can get a good look.” Nudging the lower desk drawer with his foot, he whispered, “And I know what you keep in there. I picked the lock one day when you were out of the room.” He pushed tighter against me. “And I’ve listened outside the door. You thought you were being quiet… but I heard you.” Bradley pumped his crotch on my ass. “I heard you say my name while you fucked yourself with your toys.Beggingme to fuck you…togive it to you harder.”
My breath came in short, shaky puffs… carried forth on whimpers of sexual agony.
He grabbed my earlobe between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make me whimper again. “Are you gonna beg me now?”
Radical shivers coursed through me, and my head dropped forward, hair falling into my eyes. “Yes…”The moan shuddered off my parted lips, and I arched my slim hips, nuzzling my firm, petite ass into his crotch.
