Page 8 of The Study Session

He doesn't say anything else as his mouth locks on me. His hands caress my body as he grips me tightly, his face buried between my legs. His tongue swirls around my clit, teasing it before he presses his lips against it and sucks gently. I cry out and whimper from the pleasure building.

I've touched myself from time to time, but that doesn't compare to what I'm feeling now. Jax feasts on my pussy in a way I never thought possible. He moans from the satisfaction of pleasuring me, sending small vibrations directly to my clit. It's enough to nearly send me over the edge itself. Jax pulls away slightly, letting my pleasure recede before building it up once again.

Before I know it, my hands are fists clenching the sheets tight, and my entire body is shaking as his hand holds me down to keep from pulling away. The pleasure is too much and I can'thold back my voice as I cry out and scream. I don't care about the people in the dorms around me and all the things they might say after hearing this. All I care about is every wave of pleasure crashing over my body as I writhe against the mattress.

“Jax! Yes!” I scream, almost crying from the intensity of it all.

When my body finally calms down, Jax pulls away from me and stares down with a satisfied smile. He sits up on his knees, and I can see how turned on he already is, and I want more. Everything I just experienced was more intense than anything I've ever felt, yet I could have more of him right now.

I'm ready to lean forward and take off his pants when he stands up and jumps off the bed. Without saying a word, he walks out of the room.

Panting on the mattress, I stare at the door and wait for him to return. He doesn't. I'm so confused, but if I try to understand anything about Jax, I will drive myself insane. Eventually, I fall back on the mattress and close my eyes, exhausted from the pleasure.

Knockingon my door wakes me up, and I look around in confusion, wondering what it could be. The sun is out, and I don't know if that means fifteen minutes have passed or a full twelve hours. I look at my phone and see that it's 7:30 a.m. I slept through the night.

Whoever's at the door knocks again, and I hop out of bed, straightening my skirt, to answer it.

Of course, it's Jax. He's holding a tray of drinks in one hand and a box of donuts in the other. I step aside to let him in, and he sets it down on my desk.

“Same clothes, huh?” Jax says, casually taking a seat at my desk chair and opening the box of donuts. He grabs one and hands it to me alongside a piping-hot cup of coffee. “I thought you could use this.”

“Thanks.” I stare at him, wondering if he's going to address what happened between the two of us. “I passed out after you left.”

“I'm sure that took a lot out of you,” Jax says, a smug smile on his lips. He looks me up and down, licking his lips as his eyes linger on my thighs. For a moment, I wonder if he's going to do the same thing again, and I would very much like that.

As I stare at him, I see a faint light in his pockets indicating his phone is going off, but he seems to ignore it. I don't say anything about it right away as I lean against the bed and watch him.

“You should really eat. These are the best donuts in town. I swear by them,” Jax says, gesturing to the donuts in my hand as he picks one up for himself. He takes a bite of a chocolatey Boston cream donut and nods in approval. “Though, they don't taste anywhere near as good as you do.”

Even after what happened last night, I blush. I'm starting to worry I'll never stop blushing around Jax. I'll have to get used to being permanently red.

I take a bite of the donuts and close my eyes, holding back a moan as the sweet, doughy flavors sink into my taste buds. Jax's phone rings once again, and he seems to want to ignore it.

“You're very popular,” I say, nodding to it. “If you want to take that, be my guest.”

He shakes his head and pulls his phone out of his pocket, looking down at the screen for a moment. I see a flash of something in his eyes that vanishes before I can register it. But I think it's either anger or anxiety. He turns the phone off and sets it down on the desk before I can ask him about it.

“Let's not worry about that,” Jax says, forcing a smile that doesn't meet his eyes on his face as he leans back.

I guess it's just another mystery about Jax I'll never get to solve.

CHAPTER SIX

It takes everything to hold back my anger in front of Corinne. I already told Adrian I'm not going to help him. Right now, I need to focus on getting my grades to where they need to be and football practice. Plus, now Corinne and I are going to be a thing. Whatever he wants to do will jeopardize my entire future, and I can't have that anymore.

If Corinne knew the things I've done in the past, and the things Adrian is asking me to do now, she would run far away from me. Just the thought of her leaving, never looking back, and potentially being with another man later down the line is infuriating enough for me to stop thinking about Adrian.

“Are you okay?” Corinne asks after she sees me a little upset.

“I'm fine. I just want to focus on you right now,” I reply, offering her a slight smile. She blushes, and it warms my heart. I love how nervous she can be. It tells me she's exactly what I'm looking for, and I'm excited. “So I know you’ve been on dates, but you've never slept with a guy before, have you?”

She inhales sharply at the sudden change of pace. The blush on her cheeks turns darker, and she shakes her head delicately, her tousled blond bedhead shaking with her.

“No. I haven't.” Her voice is barely a whisper as she watches me through cautious eyes. This is a leading conversation, that's for sure. “In high school, I had to work really hard to make sure I could get into a good school. Ever since being here, I've been on the straight and narrow, you might say. Any date I've had has fizzled out when the guy realized I wasn't going to sleep with him.”

My heart beats a little faster hearing her admission. Last night, she told me no man had eaten her out before, and that excited me. But just because no man ate her pussy didn't mean they didn't do something else. There's an abysmal number of guys who don't go down on their girls.

“Well, I've hardly been able to stop thinking about fucking you since I met you,” I say, watching as her eyes light up for a moment before she turns away from me. She brushes her fingers through her hair and sips her coffee to avoid the topic. “I can see it in your eyes yesterday that you wanted it too. After you came.”

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