Wild Thoughts (Depraved Desires #1)

“Will you be late for every session?” I ask. Her eyes jump up from the screen, widening.

“I’m sorry, Asher. I apologize for being late today. It will not happen again,” she replies.

“Good, I have places to be and legs to spread. My time is valuable,” I spew, and she wrinkles her nose, disgusted at my crass words.

“I really don’t care what you do in your free time. Again, I apologize for being late today,” she spits. Oh, I hit a nerve. I just wonder what it was specifically I said that pissed her off.

“You know, you can always come to my dorm across the hall from you instead of here,” I offer with a grin, and her eyes widen with lust.

“That’s okay. The library works just fine,” she says, licking her lips. Oh, I see what’s happening. Her mind is telling her no, but her body is telling her yes. I bet her nipples are hard right this second.

“So, I need you to send me your assignments weekly. We will work on them together, and I will give you worksheets to help strengthen your algebra. That work for you?” She asks, and when I don’t respond, she cocks her head.

“What do I get for being a good boy?” I ask, hoping to lighten the mood.

“A passing grade.” She dismisses. Oh, she’s a feisty little one, huh.

“No fun, Karen. Come on, let’s make this session interesting. You down for a little game?” I coerce, praying she takes the bait. Sitting back in my chair I wait while the wheels turn in her head. Her eyes meet mine and I raise a brow.

“Depends, what are the rules?” She asks, but I can’t get a read on her which is fucking maddening. So I’ll start with something light.

“For every session you come to on time you get a prize. For every question I get right I get one as well. Easy. simple and fun.” I say, with a grin because little does she know the prizes are orgasms and plenty of them.

“I’ll play along.” She says with a smile. Now let’s rattle her cage a bit. See if the little bird will get scared.

“Can I ask you something?” I whisper, licking my lips as her pupils dilate. She nods.

“Are your nipples hard underneath that hoodie?” She gasps, shifting in her seat.

“I-I have a boyfriend, Asher, and I’m not just going to lay on my back for some playboy like you,” she quips, gathering her shit and throwing it in her bag.

“I didn’t mean to offend you, but your body speaks a different language than your mouth does, and I’m a curious guy,” I confess, rising from my seat. I just want to feel her in my arms while she’s awake and coherent, but I think I really pissed her off.

“It’s inappropriate. I am your tutor. There are rules that come with the job,” she sneers. I look around the room making sure there is no one in view before I make my next move. Seeing I’m good to go, I round the table, pull her chair out and cage her in. She gasps as I get a whisper away from her plump lips.

“Answer the question,” I breathe, licking my lips, only to lick hers too. Her breathing hitches as I bring my mouth even closer. All she has to do is close the distance.

“Yes,” she pants, licking her lips.I sneak my tongue out to glide over hers and she freezes as my soft flesh flicks over hers.

“I want to touch you, but most of all, I want to taste how sweet you are,” I whisper, running my tongue across her bottom lip as I lift my hand from the arm of the chair she’s panting in, and pull her pebbled nipple through the hoodie. Oh, no bra? What a little fucking vixen. Her legs open for me to step between as her hands run up my thighs. I growl when her fingers glide over my hard cock, but her other hand grips my fucking nuts so roughly I damn near fall to my knees.

“You ever touch me without my permission again, I’ll report you to the Dean. Now get your fucking hands off me,” she grits, and I laugh. She steps back and releases me. I look up at her and can’t help but wink.

“We will see about that.” I step away cupping my junk, grab my backpack, and head for the door. I glance over my shoulder and smirk.

“Next time, beg harder, Sleeping Beauty.” Her eyes go wide, and I throw my head back laughing as I exit the library.

Chapter six

Smeared Cum

Peyton

After Riley left, I decided to deep clean our dorm and get some laundry done. I’m caught up with all my classes and have nothing better to do. I don’t know if it’s all this pent up sexual tension, or the fact that I want her so fucking bad, but I’m ready to stab someone.

Coming out of the laundry room, I stomp down the hall and roll my eyes at all the stupid shit that happens in these halls. We happen to live on the only floor of the building that is co-ed. Fucking idiots. I get to my door and freeze when a hand grabs the basket from my arms, startling me. I look up to see Asher. He tilts his head towards the door, signaling me to open it. I turn the knob and let him in first, closing it behind me. He drops the basket and pins me against the door.

“She’s fucking feisty, did you know that?” He says, pulling his shirt over his head with one hand as he tweaks my nipples with the other. I remember when we decided to share her. It was the beginning of the semester, right after I met her. She was my roommate for not even twenty-four hours. Me and Asher met downstairs for dinner. He cornered me, asking about the hot new girl that he was hoping to be rooming with on our floor.