**Title: Study Break**

It was fucking midnight, and the dorm was dead silent except for the hum of the AC unit threatening to give out. Finals week had everyone on edge, but I couldn’t focus on my goddamn textbooks anymore—not when Sarah was sitting across from me at my tiny desk, biting her lip like she was thinking about more than just chemistry equations.

We’d been dancing around this for weeks. Late-night study sessions, lingering touches, the way she’d “accidentally” brush against my arm when reaching for notes. But tonight? Tonight, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Sarah stretched her arms above her head, arching her back just enough that her tank top rode up, giving me a peek of smooth, toned stomach. She caught me staring and smirked. “You’re not even reading, are you?”

I exhaled hard, tossing my highlighter onto the desk. “No. Because you’re driving me fucking crazy.”

She didn’t pretend not to understand. Instead, she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, her cleavage pressing together in a way that made my dick twitch. “Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

That was all the invitation I needed. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto my lap, her ass grinding right against my hard-on. She gasped, then moaned when I gripped her hips and rocked her against me. “Fuck,” she breathed. “You’re already so hard.”

I yanked her tank top down, freeing her tits, and palmed one roughly, pinching her nipple between my fingers. She arched into my touch, her breath hitching. “Tell me what you want,” I growled.

Her eyes dropped to my cock, tenting my sweatpants. “Suck my dick,” I demanded before she could answer.

Sarah’s lips parted, pupils blown wide, and then she was sliding off my lap and onto her knees between my legs. She hooked her fingers into my waistband and pulled my sweatpants and boxers down in one tug, my cock springing free, already leaking at the tip.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around my shaft and stroking slowly. I groaned, my hips jerking as she swiped her thumb over the head, smearing pre-cum. Then, without warning, she leaned in and licked a slow stripe from base to tip, her tongue hot and soft against my skin.

“Jesus Christ,” I gritted out, my fingers tangling in her hair as she took me into her mouth. Her lips stretched around my cock, wet and tight, and I nearly lost it when she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. She bobbed her head, taking me deeper, her tongue swirling around the underside every time she pulled back.

“Fuck, just like that,” I groaned, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. Her hand worked the base of my cock in rhythm with her mouth, spit dripping down my shaft as she sucked me off like she fucking lived for it. I could hear every wet noise, every gasp she took when she paused to catch her breath, her lips slick and swollen.

Then she pulled off with a pop, looking up at me with dark, hungry eyes. “I want you to cum in my mouth,” she said, voice wrecked.

That did it. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her back down, fucking her throat in short, rough strokes. She gagged, but didn’t pull away—just let me use her, her fingers digging into my thighs as I got closer.

“Gonna cum,” I warned, and she moaned around me, taking me deeper as my balls tightened. Then I was exploding, shooting hot and thick down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licking me clean when I finally pulled out, her lips still wrapped around the tip.

Panting, I hauled her up onto my lap again, kissing her hard. I could taste myself on her tongue, salty and bitter, and it made me even fucking harder. “Your turn,” I growled against her mouth, already reaching for the button on her shorts.

But that’s a story for another night.