Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

Ruby

The tutor gets schooled.

M y stomach immediately goes haywire at the sound of the doorbell. He's early. And my room is an absolute mess. There are a gazillion outfits on my floor and my hair is still wet. I quickly gather them up and shove them all inside my closet, then I pull the comforter over my bed before rushing from my room to go answer the front door. I take a deep breath before I open it.

"Damn, babe. Seriously?" His eyes slowly slide down my frame. I look down at the ground, positive my cheeks are ten shades redder from his attention. "How do you expect me to concentrate when you're dressed like that?"

I'm not sure why he likes my outfit so much. I finally decided that I didn't want to look like I was trying to impress him, so I opted for flannel pajama pants and a tank top.

"Sorry." He swallows; his voice quieter. "Are your parents home?" He looks past me into my house, undoubtedly hearing their voices coming up from the basement.

"Yeah. They're downstairs working. But they're okay with you being here to study. Come on in. We'll go to my room so we don't have to listen to their music." My parents have a true affinity for the Bee Gees and love to blast it while they're busy filling orders.

I lead him upstairs, feeling the heat of his stare on my back with every step I take. He's so close I can smell his sexy cologne.

"Are you hungry or thirsty?" With how fast he got here, I doubt he stopped for a snack after school.

"Not for food." His hands brace my hips, his mouth right at my ear. "You smell so good, babe. All clean and fresh." His lips brush over my skin and my entire body is flooded with that achy feeling again. "And you taste good too."

The hair between my legs grows wet from the intensity he's showering me with. I don't understand why his interest in me didn't wear off. Presley informed me at lunch that he told Kyler he has a crush on me, which I can't even comprehend. I was also told that he warned everyone to leave me alone, claiming that if they teased me one more time about anything, they'd be served up a dose of their own humiliation. Which explains why no one mentioned anything about Friday night.

I turn, taking a step away, shoving my glasses up the bridge of my nose as I stare up at him. "We should get started on your homework. I'm sure you have other things to do."

He shakes his head, stepping closer again. "The only thing I want to do is spend time with you, so I'm here until you kick me out."

There's another flutter of those buzzing little nerves in my stomach. The attention is so foreign, I don't even know how to respond.

"We should really get started." I grab my calculus book and some paper, then take a seat on my bed, sitting cross-legged so he can have room too.

"These are awfully cute." He bends over, reaching for something on my floor. When I see my polka dot panties, my big panties, in his hand, I'm mortified. Of all the things not to shove in my closet, it had to be those. He brings them up to his face, giving them a closer inspection and my nerves freak out. When he takes them to his nose, inhaling deep on a groan, the panties that I now have on are a mess.

"God, you smell good. Bet you taste so sweet."

"I…um… We should…um…get…started." He takes one more inhale then tucks them into his pocket.

Again, I don't understand what's happening. The boy I've had a crush on for years is in my bedroom, stealing my underwear and looking at me like he wants to have sex with me.

"Did you bring your book?"

My voice comes out in a rush. I'm a flustered mess, and his smirk only rattles me further. Thankfully, he eases off, taking a seat and pulling out his book. I immediately jump into our homework problems, walking him through the first few, step by step. Math I can totally comprehend, and based on the fact that he's getting the problems right, I think I'm a good teacher. But boys and flirting, and knowing what they want? I'm completely unschooled and have no clue what to do.

"Is this right?" He asks.

He turns his paper toward me, showing me his answer to the final problem. He did it perfectly. "You're a quick learner." I smile, looking up, my stomach fluttering at the intensity in his eyes. His pupils are so dark.

"I just have a really good teacher." He takes the paper from my hand and shoves everything to the side. "Since I got all of them right, do I get my reward now?"

I swallow hard. My entire body is practically shaking. Excitement, nerves, confusion. I don't know what's causing the tremors, but it's probably all of the above. "What do you want, Chase? A sticker?"

He chuckles, shaking his head and taking away my personal space. I try to scoot back, finding myself up against my headboard. "I want a kiss, pretty girl."

"Why?"

The question flies from my mouth. I need him to explain what's going on. I want to understand his sudden interest. It just feels too good to be true. I still don't trust it.

"Because you're smart." He shifts, getting up onto his knees. "You're nice. And"—he leans in, locking me in with his huge frame—"you're so fucking sexy." His eyes drop to my mouth and he licks his lips. "The other night was the best kiss I've ever had. I'm craving you, Ruby."

Oh God. He is so out of my league. I don't know how to respond.

"Are you going to let me kiss you, baby?"

"I don't think it's a good idea," I pant. After what happened last time, I don't trust myself.

"I double dare you." He smirks. "See?" He points to my smile. "You know you want to kiss me."

I do. I really, really do. But…

His head crashes forward, erasing any but that was trying to come to mind. The moment our lips connect, I feel like I no longer have a choice about anything. Just like the other night, the intensity takes over. My hands tug at his hair, and our tongues tumble around and around, getting deeper, needier. When I feel his palms on my breasts, I moan. His touch is almost aggressive. Groping and squeezing. Then his two fingers close around my nipple and pinch.

"Fuck. I need to see them." He pulls back and my tank top gets yanked down. My bra cups tugged right off. "Ruby," he breathes, staring shamelessly right at my naked breasts. "Shit, baby. Why have you been hiding these from me for all these years?"

His thumbs are rubbing circles around my nipples and my concentration is almost nil.

"Cassie calls me saggy tits," I admit my reason. I never wanted to show them off because I didn't want to be picked on.

He practically growls, squeezing me tighter. "She only said that because she was jealous. That girl is an A minus in the tit department. These babies…" He leans down, taking me between his lips and sucking, making me soaking wet between my legs. "These are sexy as hell." His mouth is latched back on, and the longer he suckles on my tip, the more restless I become. I'm squirming beneath him, needing relief between my legs.

He suddenly unlocks his latch, pulling his head back, staring me dead in the eyes. This look is one I've never seen from him. He's looking at me like I'm an opposing teammate and he's going to tackle me. "Why are you mad at me?" I ask, nervous I've done something wrong. This is all new to me. I don't know if I pulled his hair too hard, or maybe he's finally come to his senses, wondering what the heck he's doing making out with the loser.

"I'm not mad at you, baby. I'm fucking livid at that bitch who made you feel anything less than perfect. She's going to pay for what she did. I promise."

"You don't have to do that, Chase. I really don't want any more drama. I just want to live my life in peace and get through my days without people looking at me or commenting. Going after Cassie makes us no better than her. I want to pretend like she doesn't exist."

He reaches out, pulling me towards him. "You are truly something, Ruby." His thumb brushes over my cheek and my heart leaps inside my chest. "Fine. I won't go after her. But I'm never going to let her hurt you again. You're mine. And no one better upset my girl."

"Is this about sex for you, Chase?" The question blurts right out, and I wish I'd had a filter installed on my mouth. It's just that up until our make-out session, he was never interested in me.

"I'm not going to lie to you. It's definitely on the brain. But this…" He hugs me tighter. "This is about me finding a girl who's smart, and sweet, and shy as all get out. A girl who's strong enough to show up every day at school even though she was being bullied. A girl who agreed to tutor me after I was such an ass to her in class." He shakes his head. "This is about me really liking what I've seen so far, and wanting to get to know you better, Ruby. In fact, to prove this isn't just about sex, I dare you not to sleep with me until you trust that I'm in this for the right reasons."

My heart takes flight again, trying to soar right through my chest. Now that's a dare I'm willing to take.

"Okay, Chase. You're on." I bite back my smile.

His hands come up to my waistband and begin to tug my pajama pants down my hips.

"What are you doing?" I thought we just agreed to no sex until I'm ready.

"I'm going to give my girl a kiss."

"My lips are up here, Chase."

He scoots down my legs, taking my pants with him.

"I want to give you a special kiss." Another flutter of need rolls through. I've read about this in books, but I honestly never imagined a guy actually going down on me. I'm hairy in that region. I wasn't expecting him to do this, so I didn't exactly groom myself in the shower.

"But my parents are home." I spit out my excuse as he grabs my panties and begins to slide them down my legs.

He looks over his shoulder and then back. "Then you better be a good girl for me and keep quiet."

"But I'm kind of…um… I didn't shave."

"Good," he states, narrowing in on the spot, looking straight at my hair now. His hand comes out and his fingers tease my curls. "I like being able to play with it." I can't believe he's touching me right now. Between my legs. "I want to tug on it while my mouth is suctioned around this little button."

His pinky rubs over my clit, and I nearly buck off my mattress. It's so sensitive. And his touch feels so good. A moan falls past my lips as he brushes over me, lightly rubbing me in circles. "You need to be quiet so your parents don't find out their little girl is being extra naughty."

I look over at my open bedroom door, biting down on my lip as he continues to touch me. Rubbing over every part of my pussy. His fingers stop at my entrance and begin to tease me open. "You're so wet, babe. Your body needs it bad."

I need something. That ache is back, tightening in my gut. The need for a release more desperate than it was on Friday night. His fingers start to enter me, stretching my inner walls. I grab his wrist, holding on as he eases inside. It's such a foreign feeling, not uncomfortable but…intense.

"It's okay, Ruby. Just relax and I promise it will feel good."

His thumb presses on my clit and the pleasure starts to take over again, unwinding my muscles, relinquishing the fear. "That's it. That's my good girl. God, you feel so good."

The fact that I feel good to him eases my nerves and has my body relaxing into his touch.

He shifts and his free hand slides into the front of his jogging pants, his forearm starting to jerk. He's touching himself too.

"Aw. You like that, don't you? You just creamed my fingers. You want me to take it out?"

The yes gets lodged in my throat, nervously trying to break free. I've never seen a penis before. I'm excited and nervous all at the same time. He tugs his waistband low and then pulls his cock out. It's not what I expected. I didn't realize they were that big. Or that hard. It's purplish and is strained with veins just like his forearm. He strokes himself up and down. The little drop of cum that comes slipping out the slit is mesmerizing.

"Like what you see, Ruby?" His fingers are still inside my body, working me faster. The feelings are intensifying as his own hand strokes faster. His knuckles are almost white from his tight grip. "Do you want to touch it?"

"I don't know how."

He lets out a groan and his eyes squeeze shut. His forearm stopping in place. When his eyes open, his pupils have grown even darker.

"I'll be happy to be your tutor, babe. Just wrap your hand around me like this."

I hesitantly reach forward, my fingers slowly sliding over his smooth skin, taking him in my grip just how he was holding himself. He's so hard, and it's pulsing in my hand, like a throbbing heartbeat. More of his cum starts to sneak its way out the top.

"Now, give me a little squeeze."

I tighten my hold, and his head falls forward as he sucks in a breath. His entire body is locking up.

"Did I hurt you?" I'm not sure if I squeezed too tight.

"Fuck, babe," he breathes heavy, his head slowly rising back up. "No. Feels too good." I do it again and he lets out an even louder groan.

My eyes dart to my open door. "You need to be quiet, Chase. I don't want my parents catching us." I don't want them to put a stop to the most amazing moment of my life.

"Shit, babe. I'm trying. You just feel so good."

His fingers start touching me again. His thumb rubs over my clit, and my head falls back against my headboard, trying to bite back my cry as the intensity tightens in my body.

"That's it, baby. Just like that. Shit. Fuck. I need you to get there for me, Ruby. I'm not gonna last."

My eyes open and I see the tension gripped in his features. Little tight creases at the corners of his eyes. His jaw is locked up like he's trying not to groan. When his fingers thrust in deep, the seam on my orgasm cracks. It's happening. The pleasure lighting up every nerve in my body. I fight not to scream as the intense jolts hit.

In the background there's a chanting of heavy breaths and grunts. My eyes flutter open to the beat and I watch as his orgasm takes hold and the cum comes shooting from the crown of his dick. His entire frame rocks. His chest spasming as my hand keeps stroking over him.

As he starts to settle, reality sets in. I just made out with Chase Warren. The guy who I've had a crush on since the first grade. One of the most popular guys at my school. It all feels unreal. Pretty soon I'm going to wake up from my dream and go back to my nightmare.

"Ruby!" my mom's voice calls from downstairs, and I panic, quickly tucking Chase back into his pants and scrambling in search of mine. "Do you want to come down and introduce us to your friend?"

"Okay!" I call out. "We'll be right down. Just packing up his books." I shrug on my pants, fixing myself as best as I can. Chase steps up behind me as I inspect myself in the mirror, making sure I don't look any different. But my cheeks are bright red, and there's a sheen of sweat across my forehead. It doesn't look like we were doing calculus. It looks like we were running a mile.

"Relax, baby. I don't want them to get suspicious or they won't let me come over and play anymore."

Play? He wants to come back and do this again?

"I thought I was supposed to be tutoring you in calculus?"

His smirk hits me with another case of the butterflies.

"You are. And I plan on tutoring you in all things ‘physical education.'"