So I'm supposed to be 'studying' for finals. Yeah, right. My brain keeps drifting to the way his hands feel when he pulls me into his lap while I'm pretending to read, his fingers tracing patterns that make my pussy clench and forget all about quadratic equations. There's this specific spot on my neck he knows makes me melt, right before his mouth travels lower. The thought of his cock pressing against me while I squirm, trying to keep a straight face... fuck. Studying is impossible. I'm just sitting here, wet and frustrated, thinking about how badly I want him to pin me down on this stupid textbook and make me forget my own name. God, I need him. This is torture.