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Kendall was quite a sight as you pulled away from him once more; his lips swollen, cheeks flushed, looking down at you. Through a haggard breath, you spoke. “Okay, that’s enough.”
He pouted, and you smiled slightly, bringing your forehead to his. “You said we were going to study together, and so far you’ve been very…..distracting…”
“I could argue it’s you doing the distracting,” he whispered, the feeling of his breath ghosting along your neck made you shiver. “Did you really think-” he began slowly kissing down the column of your throat, sloppily, “That we would actually study?” His fingers began fumbling with the buttons on your shirt.
Giggling, squirming away from him, his hands abandoned their work and instead found the curve of your waist, where he began to tickle you mercilessly. Shrieking in horror, you tried to wretch away from him but he was far too strong, and you were in a compromising position, laughing too hard to find the strength to stop him. “Kendall-” you managed through hysterics. He was unrelenting.
Even when you finally wriggled out from under his grip, he found your feet, when you kicked him away he found your neck again, until you writhed off the couch and fell on the floor with a thud. “Okay, okay! I surrender.”
He peered at you from over the cushions of the couch, then leaned forward, reaching out to trace his pointer finger down the bridge of your nose and swipe his thumb along your bottom lip. Your stomach fluttered, unable to identify the emotion currently swimming in his dark eyes. “Come back here,” he tugged on your sleeve, helping you right yourself to sit on the couch alongside him once more.
It had been two months since you met him, and you weren’t really sure what this was. In some ways - you didn’t really care, because you knew better than to get attached. But it was probably a little too late for that, because it had crossed the threshold of strictly casual fucking some time ago. Plus, you weren’t really one to walk all the way across campus in the cold and snow just for some dick. Well, maybe you would, if it was his dick, but unfortunately for the both of you, there was also definitely something else there.
For one thing, you didn’t know any fuck buddies who sometimes didn’t fuck, and instead would ask you over just to cuddle in bed and watch movies. Or fuck buddies who practically forced you to sleep over, because they didn’t ‘want you walking home alone this late.’ You had almost expected that you’d come over just to study with him. instead, you’d been accosted the second you entered his bedroom – which you still didn’t mind.
“You’re actually gonna make me study, aren’t you?” he groaned.
“Don’t you have, like, a huge presentation tomorrow for your marketing class?”
“Hmmmmm….maybe,” Kendall shrugged, nonchalantly.
“You said it was worth, like, half your grade.”
“Uh-huh,” his hand grazed up your thigh, sliding between them, grasping greedily. “Maybe….I have other…more important research to do,” he leaned in again, and you let him kiss you. He was persuasive, hard to resist, and he knew what he was doing and he was so-
You dragged your mouth away from his again. “Ken, won’t your parents be super pissed if you fail?”
Something very ugly flashed across his visage, but you didn’t miss it. There was quite a sadness to him, easy to notice even in the little time you’d spent together. It remained hidden, mostly, but it seeped out on occasion. Particularly, whenever he took phone calls from his father, in the way that his shoulders slumped, his body stiffened. He’d leave the room, close the door, whisper in hushed tones. When he returned to you, you felt it in the drag of his fingertips along your spine, he’d place one of your hands on his heart, clasping his own over it. It wasn’t your place to ask, so you didn’t.
“You’re a really good influence,” he said, leaning in. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?” His tone was near patronizing, but that wasn’t what made you shiver while his raspy voice was in your ear. No, he only called you that in bed, and he knew exactly what it did to you.
“Why don’t you practice your presentation for me?” you asked. “And if you do a good job….maybe you’ll be rewarded.”
Kendall didn’t need to be persuaded, giving you a devilish grin and standing up to rummage through his backpack for his laptop and a stack of index cards with his handwriting scribbled all over.
As he began, using a slideshow on his laptop and reading off his notes, you immediately zoned out. It wasn’t that he was bad at presenting, or that it was boring - even though it was, some analysis of IBM’s business model, an overview of their company - it was that he’d already gotten you riled up, and now you were having a hard time paying attention. Instead, you were focused on his hands, thumbing through index cards, his eyes flickering over at you every few moments, the way his lips moved.
Slinking off of the couch, you began to crawl towards him on your hands and knees.
“Sales skyrocketed after their release of- what are you doing?” Kendall looked at you from over the edge of his notes.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t see the graph very well, I needed a closer look,” you feigned interest at the slide displayed on his computer. “Please, keep going.”
Are you fucking with me? He didn’t even need to ask, you could see the question written all over his face. You absolutely were. But Kendall shook his head and continued, mentioning something about supercomputers and typewriters.
Slowly, you knelt in front of him, tilting your head back and running your palms up the fabric of his jeans. “Despite their many competitors-” Kendall stopped again, lowering his index cards and tilting his head, while you gazed back at him, sitting on your heels, doe-eyed and innocent. “What?”
“You know that part of being a good presenter means being able to avoid distractions,” you stated, matter-of-factly, squeezing his thighs and “And you’re not doing a very good job of that, are you?”
“Uh-huh,” he answered, skeptically.
“So, don’t mind me.”
Kendall sighed, then continued. “Despite their many competitors, their adaptability in the ever-changing tech industry-” he gasped when your hand grazed over him through his jeans. He was half-hard already.
You sat back on your heels, removing your hands from him. His eyes were dark now, clouded with lust, but neither of you spoke. “Are you going to keep going?” he asked.
“Are you?” you answered, pulling yourself up by his belt loops, pressing your chin to his lower belly to look up at him, into those pretty, half-lidded eyes. Kendall’s free hand lifted to graze his thumb over your lower lip, poking it into your mouth. You sucked on his digit, obediently, and he groaned, head falling backwards.
“This is fucking cruel,” he whined, hips pressing forward on their own accord.
“No, I want to help you,” your voice was low.
Kendall seemed to get it then, and sucked a sharp inhale through his teeth. All this week he’d been desperate, needy for you, and even though it was excruciating, he would do just about anything to have your hands on him again. Just to show him how willing you were, you swiftly unbuttoned his jeans and began to pull them down his legs, excruciatingly slow.
“I fucking hate you.”
“Doesn’t seem like it,” you murmured, palming him where he strained against his boxers.
“Fine,” he groaned, shaking his head. “Their adaptability in the ever-changing tech industry has secured them a major share of the market both in the United States, and abroad.”
Now, you had his boxers down around his ankles along with his pants, leaving him bare before you. Your mouth pressed hungrily along the insides of his thighs, to the base of where his cock hung, heavy and swollen and waiting for you.
And Kendall was being good, for now, gritting his teeth as he continued through his presentation, something about a dip in IBM’s sales during the 1980s, and early 1990s.
“After a series of reoganizations-fuck,” Your hand had finally wrapped around him, pumping him once before stopping. Clearing his throat, Kendall swallowed hard.
“They are still one of the most prominent computer manufacturers of all-” you took him in your mouth, as far as you could go, all at once. “Fuck, baby, so good-” You began to pull away, but Kendall stuttered as he continued. “I mean, uh, most- uh, the most prominent computer manufacturers of all time.”
You might have laughed, if it weren’t the fact you had his cock down your throat. Kendall kept talking, going into some analysis of their recent business endeavors, but you weren’t really listening to that anymore. Instead, you hollowed your cheeks and took him even deeper, working up a steady rhythm.
There was some sort of power in it all that you found more arousing than you’d been expecting. He was so desperate for it he would do anything, which meant he had to keep reading off of cards about possibly the most unsexy topic you’d ever heard. What he really wanted to do was tangle both hands in your hair and fuck your face, but you wouldn’t allow it. Instead, you relished every tiny gasp, whimper, tremble in his voice as he fought to finish the presentation.
His cock twitched in your mouth when you swirled your tongue around the tip, slowly, steadily working the rest of him with one of your hands, the opposite squeezing and cupping his balls. There was a slight press forward of his hips, you could tell it wasn’t intentional, he was struggling to hold back, to control himself. But he kept going.
“In conclu-” Kendall began, and you took him so deep you gagged, throat tightening. “Fuck, I can’t- you’ve got me so close,” you were surprised at his tone of voice, no longer deep and confident, now breathless and whiny, choked out around a moan. “Please, let me come.”
“You’re almost done Ken,” you didn’t stop working him with your hand. “Be a good boy for me, won’t you?”
His hazel irises had nearly disappeared, eclipsed by the dark of his blown-out pupils, eyes half closed. “Okay, okay.”
Truth be told, you’d gotten yourself so worked up just listening to how he responded to you, you wanted this just as badly as he did. At least you were both on the same page.
The last few sentences tumbled from his lips, strung together within stuttered breaths, barely intelligible. And you learned absolutely nothing from the presentation, except maybe a few more ways in which he liked being pleasured. When he finished speaking, you didn’t stop.
Instead, the cards he’d been reading off of fluttered delicately around you, landing like snowflakes around your knees, at his feet. Kendall let out a pained sound of relief, his hands met the back of your head and weaved into your hair, guiding your mouth purposefully up and down the length of him.
“Just like that, please,” he panted, a pathetic mess, and your own arousal that had begun to build some time ago clouded your vision, pooled between your thighs. At this point, you were praying he’d be able to take care of you later, because you’d never thought giving someone a blowjob would have you so worked up. But you didn’t dare think to stop, as you were trying to savor the pitiful noises Kendall was making.
When he finally came, his hoarse cries were intermingled with the sound of your name. His cock throbbed, finding his release down your throat, which worked thrice to swallow him down. It was him who pulled you away, and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and looked up at him, where his chest heaved and his eyes glimmered.
“That was…fuck that was so good,” he said, pulling you to your feet. Your lips met briefly as he cupped your chin with his hand. “You’re just fucking unbelievable, you know that?”
You giggled, letting him kiss you again, his arm wrapping sturdily around your waist and maneuvering you towards the bed, where you surrendered to him, letting him lay you down against the pillows and lazily drag his lips along your neck.
“Did you bring anything to study?” he asked. In his touch there was no urgency, no destination, but you relished in the feeling of his body pressed against yours, his fingertips grazing over various parts of you absentmindedly. You were on fire.
“Uh, no,” you said softly, and he paused to look at you.
“What?”
“Well,” you shrugged. “I kind of figured…if I came over, we wouldn’t actually study, so I already did all my homework.”
“Right.” Kendall rolled his eyes, incredulous. “Uh-huh. You little brat.””
“No!” you held up your arms to defend yourself, to no avail, as he began to tickle you again, much more aggressively than the first time. Ragged breaths sucked between your teeth as you laughed uncontrollably. “Please! Please.”
Kendall managed to pin your hands above his head, leaving you very exposed beneath him. “Fine. But you’re going to pay for this, you understand?”
Using the only appendages available, you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Of course I understand.”
Kendall smirked, eyes clouding over with lust again as he leaned in to kiss you. “Good.”