Chapter 5 Too Horny To Function

Chapter 5. Too Horny to Function

I was horny. Too fucking horny to even function.

"Why don't we just skip our last class today and have some fun?" I asked Carter, Harwood Academy's star quarterback. I wrapped my arms around his abdomen, slipped my hands underneath his shirt, and brushed my fingers against the thick muscle underneath it.

Carter opened his locker and shoved in two textbooks next to the football and smelly practice clothes that he always kept in there.

I pressed my nose to his neck, inhaling the Azzaro Wanted cologne I bought him for his birthday last year, and sighed. "Come on, Carter."

"You know that I'd love to, but if I miss another class, Coach will sit me out next game."

I placed a lingering kiss just below his earlobe-right where he liked it-and slid my hand underneath his jean buckle, then wrapped my fingers around his hardness. When I began stroking it slowly, he took a deep, shaky breath.

"Are you sure about that?" I murmured.

I had wanted him to take me all day, and had been daydreaming about this since math class with him this morning. We could sneak into one of the empty classrooms, and he could bend me over the teacher's desk and spank me, thrust into me from behind, fuck me until we almost got caught.

He placed his hands on top of mine and reluctantly pulled my hand out from his pants, then turned around and leaned against his locker, eyeing my tits. "I'd love to take you right here, right now, but this is important to me," he said. "How about we meet up tonight after football and cheer?"

"Yeah, sure ..."

"Great!" He pressed a kiss on my cheek, then took off down the hall toward his class.

I clenched my jaw and headed toward Anatomy and Physiology. Carter and I might not have been a couple, but he had been ignoring me lately. Yet he would skip class in a heartbeat if Kara wanted to go smoke a blunt in the back of her car with him.

Ugh, boys.

When I walked into the classroom, students smiled at me, and I-reluctantly-smiled back.

Everything is fine. It wasn't like my pussy was throbbing, just aching for someone to plunge his cock into it, or anything.

One of Carter's teammates smiled at me, and I sent him a flirty smile back.

If Carter didn't want to fuck me, whatever his name was would do just fine.

"Amy!" my best friend, Sandra, said, hopping up from her seat in the back of the class and hurrying to me. "You will not believe the gossip I heard about Kara. Come on." She pulled me toward our friend group gathered toward the back of the room. "We'll tell you about it!"

But as soon as I sat, Mr. Heckler trudged into the room with sweat dripping down his angry gray brow. "Quiet down. It's time for class."

"I'll tell you later," Lindsey whispered.

Mr. Heckler cocked a brow at Lindsey. "What did I just say, Miss Bader? Quiet down."

Once Mr. Heckler turned to the whiteboard, Sandra sat back and rolled her eyes. Hackler grabbed a marker and wrote on the board in big letters: Anatomy project due tomorrow. I rolled my eyes. He was assigning a damn project and just telling us about it now.

"We're doing an anatomy project today," he announced. "I have chosen partners for you."

Students slumped back in their seats and groaned. I knew practically everyone in this class, but that didn't mean I wanted to work with just anyone on this project. Plus, I had cheer practice tonight. Maybe if I got paired with one of the smart kids, I could get him to do it all.

Mr. Heckler squinted down at a piece of paper, trying to read the names that he wrote. "Sarah and Bill. Amy and Akio. Harry and Winslow ..."

Akio? Wasn't that the loner kid who always sat by the windows at lunch with his Star Wars lunchbox?

I glanced over at the kid, sitting in the front of the class, and frowned. Well, at least I could probably pawn this off on him.

After Mr. Heckler explained the project, he allowed time in class for us to start it.

Sandra shuffled closer to me before disappearing into the hall with her partner. "Good luck with what's his face."

I grimaced and watched Akio walk down the aisle toward me. Big, goofy glasses nearly falling off his face, skinny arms holding a stack of notebooks and textbooks, and a Dragon Ball Z shirt. He tripped over someone's backpack, books flying everywhere, and scrambled to pick everything up.

When he stood back up, he pushed his glasses up his nose and looked at me with flushed cheeks. "H-hi, Amy."

"You're Akio?" I asked, gazing down at my notebook.

He nodded, and I sighed.

Once he sat down beside me, we brainstormed project ideas, found one that would take way longer than the allotted class time, and dived right into it. Since it was Akio's idea, I didn't have a problem with how long it would take us and wouldn't feel bad when I told him that I couldn't make it tonight to finish it.

"All right, class," Mr. Heckler said at the end of class. "You should have finished. I gave you more than enough time! We will present tomorrow!"

But Akio and I were nowhere close to being finished.

"Do you want to finish the project tonight?" Akio asked, pushing his glasses up his nose again.

"Can't. I'm busy."

"Oh, okay." He gathered his books and hugged them to his chest. "I'll finish it then."

"Thanks." I stood and pulled out my buzzing phone to read a text from Carter.

Carter: Sorry, babe, can't make it tonight. How about tomorrow?

I scowled at my phone and clenched my jaw, anger shooting through me. What was his damn problem lately? Why had he kept blowing me off over and over? I swore, if I found out that he skipped out on a blow job to smoke with Kara, I would personally deliver a fist to her face.

After flinging my backpack over my shoulder, I hurried to the classroom door, where Akio had just slipped out. "Akio," I shouted to grab his attention.

He glanced over his shoulder at me and pushed up his glasses again.

"I'll be over at your house at seven to work on the project." Once I put my number in his phone, I told him to text me his address and hurried to the locker room for cheer practice.

At seven thirty, I pulled into Akio's driveway. I smelled so badly, my clothes covered in sweat from competitive cheer practice, but I didn't have time to go change. Akio had been texting me since six-fifty p.m., asking where I was.

He peeled back the curtains from the living room and gazed out the window at my headlights. I sighed to myself and walked to the front door of his parents' mansion.

He pulled the door open. "Hi, Amy. How was practice?"

I forced a smile, just wanting to get this over with, and walked into his living room. "Good."

On the living room TV, a Pokémon video game was paused. A gaming controller sat on the couch on some of his textbooks from school. I teetered from foot to foot, glancing around the large room and wondering what the hell his parents did for a living.

"Would you mind if I borrowed one of your shirts? I just want to get out of these clothes before we start. They're really uncomfortable," I said.

His eyes widened just slightly, then he nodded and walked up to his room. I followed him up the stairs and walked into his room, which must've been three times the size of mine. It was so much different than mine, too, and, hell, it was so much cleaner than any guy's room that I'd been in before with an entire library of textbooks about pharmacy, video games stacked by a huge flat screen TV, and clothes folded a bit too neatly in his walk-in closet.

"What kind of shirt do you want?" he asked, looking in his dresser.

I shrugged. "Any kind is fine."

He handed me a T-shirt with some kind of anime characters on it, then turned back to the drawers to look for something else. I turned around and stripped off my shirt and bra, sighing in relief once my bra straps fell down my shoulders.

"Do you also want short-" he started.

I looked over my shoulder at Akio, who stared at me with wide eyes. He held up a pair of shorts.

"Uh, no, thanks. This shirt is long enough," I said, letting his shirt fall to my mid-thigh. I stripped off my leggings and picked up my clothes as I walked back to Akio's living room. "Thanks for the shirt."

He was quiet as we walked back downstairs. I sat across from him and looked over the half-finished project that he had already started working on. The entire time we worked on the project, he kept pushing his glasses up his nose, refusing to make eye contact with me.

"So, what if we do this"-he pointed to the textbook-"and then put it there?"

I stood up from my seat and walked around to his side of the table to see what he was pointing at. Resting my hands on the table, I leaned over it slightly as I looked down at his textbook.

"Sounds good to me," I said. Anything to just get out of here.

When he didn't say anything, I glanced down at him and noticed his gaze trailing up my bare legs. He looked up at me, cheeks tinting red, then quickly looked away and placed a hand over his groin. My eyes flickered to it, and I inhaled sharply at the bulge his hand failed to hide.

Because it was huge.

Warmth gathered in my core. Forget begging Carter to fuck me ... Akio was hard because of me.

"You know, we could just skip the project and do something else instead," I whispered into his ear, unable to stop myself from trailing my manicured fingers up his chest. I had been so horny all day long, and I didn't want to have this pass me up. "I'm fine with just getting a D."

"I-I, um, if you don't want t-to work on the project"-Akio turned his head in my direction, his gaze meeting my breasts through his T-shirt-"I-I can do it myself."

I slowly trailed my hands up my curves and across my breasts, circled my fingers around my nipples and let them harden. Akio pressed his hand harder against his bulge and clenched his jaw. After pulling up the front of my shirt, I rubbed a hand against the front of my black silky underwear while the other continued up the front of my body.

He took an unsteady breath, gaze traveling down to my panties. I wedged one of my legs between his and let him stare as I touched my pretty little pussy in front of him. And when he finally moved his hand away from his bulge, I turned around and rubbed my ass against the front of his pants until he groaned.

God, he was so hard and so fucking big. He would easily fill my tight hole.

Clenching, I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts. He groaned again, gliding his palms against my nipples.

"Oh fuck," he said lowly, pinching my nipples between his fingers.

I threw my head back, moaning softly and aching for him to touch my bare skin.

After pulling away from him and standing, I turned around and dropped to my knees between his legs. "If you like my tits," I started, rubbing my hand over his hardness through his jeans, "you'll like this better."

He pushed his glasses up on his nose and swallowed, leaning back against the couch. I undid the button on his pants and reached into them to grope his throbbing and veiny cock. I pulled it out of his pants, my eyes widening.

I could just imagine him pushing it inside of me, stretching me apart, filling me fully.

Mouth parted slightly, he replied with a harsh breath. I placed my lips on the head of his cock and moved my tongue around it, grasping his shaft. He lifted his hips and slid his pants down to his ankles. Wanting him inside me now, I forced his cock down my throat and looked up at him through my lashes, then bobbed my head up and down on his length.

Spit and drool rolled down my chin. I gagged on Akio with teary eyes, then pulled back to gasp for air.

"I bet you've dreamed of having my lips wrapped around your cock, huh?" I asked, sucking his balls into my mouth.

He nodded down at me and grunted.

"Or having my tits bounce in your face as you fucked my tight pussy?"

He threw his head back and laced a hand into my blonde curls. "Fuck."

After spitting on his cock, I stood, stripped my shirt, and crawled up onto him to straddle his waist. He stared at my tits, and I grabbed his hands and placed them firmly on them. Slowly relaxing, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and grazed his teeth against it, biting down softly. I laced my hands in his hair and threw my head back.

Unable to handle this any longer, I crashed my lips onto his. He trailed his hands down my curves and groped my ass, his body feeling so different from all the muscular guys on the football team. I took one of his hands in mine and placed it against my sopping pussy, then smirked against his mouth and pushed one of his fingers inside of me.

"Feel how tight it is?" I murmured. "I want your big, hard cock in there."

I pushed his hand away and grabbed his cock in my hand, positioning it at my entrance. Slowly, I lowered my hips on his cock and moaned as he filled me all the way up. Carter hadn't even come close to being this big, and I had to beg him to fuck me.

"Shit, shit, shit, you're so tight," he grunted into my ear.

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I bounced up and down on his hardness and tightened around him. He glanced up at me as I rode his cock, his lips finding my breasts once more. He laid light kisses down them and then sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.

With his hands around my waist, he held me down and began to thrust upward quickly. I gripped his shoulders harder as he buried his face between my tits and gently rubbed my clit. My lips parted, and I threw my head back, breathing heavily as pressure built inside my body.

"Harder," I breathed.

He fucked me harder and bit my nipple, making my body shake. I released myself all over his cock.

"Fuck," he grunted as my pussy pulsed around him.

"Where do you want to come?" I asked, still moving my hips on his. "Where have you been dreaming about coming on me, Akio?"

"I want you on your knees," he said.

When I crawled off him and dropped to my knees, he stood and jerked his big cock in his hand. He moaned, closed his eyes, and furrowed his eyebrows together, his cum squirting all over my tits and dripping down to my nipples.

I smirked at him and rubbed the cum between my breasts. "We're going to have to work together more often, Akio. I'm going to be looking forward to more projects with you."