“I was upset. Wouldn’t you be if you had overheard the conversation and you were in my place?” I demanded.
“Of course I would’ve. Your reaction was natural at first. I didn’t even blame you for storming out like that, did I? The only difference is, I would have given you a chance to tell me and explain yourself had we switched places. But I understand that you work differently than I do and that’s okay. It’s all okay, really Zayden. I am not upset with you and I will gladly pay you that money back. It’s good business practice, something I wish to employ myself going further in my career. So really, there was no reason to have been so hot-headed earlier and—”
“Can I fuck you?” I cut her off without thinking about what I was saying, unable to pay attention any longer. She stopped her sentence looking taken aback, opened her mouth and the closed it again. “Sorry.” I grinned, though I wasn’t sorry at all, and she wouldn’t be either after I was done with her. “It’s just that dress…it’s really bothering me…I just want to take it off over your head and fuck you right here.”
She blinked tightly as her cheeks flushed. Clearly, my words were having the right impact on her and her whole body was screaming for me to take her. But when she opened her eyes a few minutes later and heaved a deep sigh, her words were not what I had expected them to be.
“As much as the thought of you coming over here and you know…I have a deadline, remember?”
“Do you think either of us are equipped to use our brains right now without the…you know?” I asked in a very low voice and winked. I walked slowly over to her and leaned next to her. I whispered across her ear, touching it slightly with my lower lip, “Do you really want to do homework right now?”
She swallowed hard and I could see the back of
her neck shivering, as I casually ran my fingers over her dress around her mound, ignoring the throbbing in my own veins. Suddenly, she jerked upright, startling me into reality.
“Zayden!” She looked at me with her eyes twinkling. “My paper is due tomorrow! I came here because I need help.”
I grunted like someone had just taken away a piece of my favorite candy right when I was about to eat it. “What do I even get out of this?”
“I’ll make you a deal,” she said and removed her dress from over her head, revealing matching black lace underwear. I began touching her, but she used her hand to gesture me to stop. “I need five major bullet points for advocating fair trade as an alternative to free trade in developing countries. I already have a few written down here,” she said, producing a notepad from her purse that was lying on the couch. “They are not all solid and need to be perfected. I need your help particularly with researching live examples and case studies to back up every point. And we certainly need to add more main ideas because not all of mine are strong enough, which is also where you come in.”
The way she was speaking with so much confidence and well, command, made me momentarily forget about my sexual desires and look at her in complete awe. I had never gotten used to this aspect of being with Aria. She liked to take charge. I had never been one to take orders from anybody, let alone a twenty-year-old girl. But when she got that spark in her eyes and decided how things were simply going to go her way, no questions asked, I was at once exasperated and convinced that there was no woman better suited for me in the whole world.
I perused her bullet points, which seemed to me to be solid. Instead of interrupting her passionate instructions, I chose to smile and nod along. It seemed to be an appropriate response, considering she looked pleased.
“Now, on to where your reward lies in all of this,” she said, putting a hand on her right hip and pointing another towards my general direction. “Here is the deal. Every bullet point leads you one step further to getting to have you know what with me.” She grinned, looking mightily pleased with herself. “This is how it will go. For the first bullet point perfected, I take off the rest of my clothes for your ogling pleasures.”
“I’m not sure that will help my, uh, situation.” I pointed towards my crotch. “Hurt it, rather, and make it harder for me to concentrate on your bullet point.”
“Not if you want to finish the whole game. You have to force yourself to concentrate or you lose. For the second bullet point, I’ll sit on top of the table and let you watch me make myself come.”
Just hearing her say those words made my dick go out of control. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to actually experience it. “You’re making this so hard.”
“Pun intended?” She grinned. “Hard, yes, but fun?”
I sighed loudly. “Yes. Fun. In an extremely torturous kind of a way. Go on.”
“Third bullet point and you will receive the best blow job of your life. Plus, you can come all over my face.”
“If you keep talking like that,” I said, desire now driving me to the point of insanity. “Then I’ll have to forget all about your homework and take you right now.”
“That’s the idea, for you to want to do that!” she exclaimed charmingly. “That’s the challenge. If you can come up with great ideas under this kind of pressure – and I’m sure you can – then you will be rewarded. Because at the fourth bullet point, you can, ahem, recharge yourself, by going down on me.”
“That’s what I have wanted to do since I saw you in this living room. I can’t wait to taste you…”
Unconsciously, I was lightly rubbing my shaft, my brain unable to register much that was going on around me. She was right, controlling this was going to make it fun. I had to find a way to snap out of it long enough for my brain to work, one great idea at a time.
“You know what happens at the final bullet point. You can…how do you say it…oh yeah…fuck my brains out. Long and hard. But only if you make it through all five bullet points.”
“What about your case studies and examples?” I asked, trying to conceal the effect she had on me by mentioning me fucking her brains out. If she was set on playing this game, I had to be set on winning. After all that I had accomplished in my life, keeping my cool for another hour or so and generating some good ideas while my whole body refused my brain’s attempt to function should not be that hard.
“Once we have taken care of the framework, which is kind of the hardest part.” She made a dismissive hand wave. “Filling in the research will be a piece of cake and we have all night to do that. You will definitely deserve a reward for coming up with ideas under such pressure. That’s your answer to what is in it for you.” She grinned, leaving me more excited and sexually frustrated than I could remember being in the longest time, or ever.
The very first bullet point wasn’t that difficult to perfect. Sure, my brain was still fuzzy from looking at her exposed skin, particularly her breasts that seemed slightly too big for her lacy bra. But as long as I didn’t look at her, my brain worked. After the underwear came off, though, things started getting more and more difficult. Her pussy seemed to have been recently waxed clean, so that I could very easily see it wet and her nipples harden. While on one hand it was oddly satisfying to know that she was suffering as much as I was, on the other hand her body’s physical reactions, particularly her wet pussy, made it impossible for me to not think about sliding in through what was surely going to be a very smooth ride.
The hardest part – literally and otherwise – came after the second bullet point had been perfected. As promised, Aria sat on top on my glass table and spread her legs wide to put on a show. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, which was a good thing, but I couldn’t do anything about it for three more bullet points.
“You’re allowed to touch yourself too,” she said while messaging the insides of her thighs. “You can touch yourself as you watch; however, you just can’t make yourself come. Only because that’s my mouth’s job to do soon and that will force you to come up with a good third point at a faster pace.”