Study Buddy Part 2
Auteur·e
Jen Cooper
Lectures
1,0M
Chapitres
35
Zeke and Amelia made a deal—she’d help him with school if he’d show her how to win at dating—but their no-strings trade-off quickly got tangled up with real emotions, and now both of their hearts are at stake. With judgmental parents, conflicting future plans, and a humiliating bet about Amelia’s virginity getting between them, happiness feels like a longshot. If they’re going to get through graduation together, they’ll have to pass their biggest test yet: not just falling in love, but staying there.
Chapter 1
ZEKE
Zeke woke in the early hours of the morning with Amelia’s hair spread over his chest and her body pressed against him, wrapped in her thin cotton shirt.
With her back in his arms and himself back in her bed, he could almost pretend she never had a boyfriend—that the whole Sam episode hadn’t happened. Almost.
He played with a strand of her hair, listening to her even breathing as he stared at the ceiling.
He had to get ready for his game at midday and pack for afterward, when they were heading to his parents’ house. His stomach tightened at the thought; he wasn’t looking forward to it in the slightest.
They were going to try to pay her off, and after everything that had happened between them, he was a little nervous about what she would say.
He hoped it wouldn’t go badly, but it might, and he hated that fact since he had just gotten her back.
He was sick of pretending there was nothing between them, because there was.
He didn’t give a fuck if any of the girls he’d slept with had boyfriends, slept around—he didn’t even care what their names were. But that wasn’t how he felt with Amelia.
Maybe he was being an idiot, wondering what would happen if he just gave in and asked her to be his, but he didn’t want to ruin things before they had a chance to get back to normal.
He liked normal with her. She wasn’t clingy or annoying.
She didn’t push him for more; she accepted the way things were, and that made her special, even without all the other things he liked about her.
Zeke looked down and kissed the top of her head before slipping from the bed and heading for a shower.
He had to get ready for the game.
He wanted to play, wanted the rush, wanted to win—but he really didn’t want to see Fabian.
That asshole was friends with Sam, and there was no doubt in Zeke’s mind that was how Sam found out about Amelia.
Zeke finished his shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, and went into Amelia’s room.
She was stirring awake, and he smiled as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and reached for him in the sheets. Her eyes flew open when she didn’t find him there, but she settled back down and smiled sleepily at him.
“Are you getting ready for your game?” she asked.
“Yeah, you coming to it?”
She shrugged and snuggled into the blankets.
“Not sure. Thinking I might just do a little studying.” She smirked, that glint in her eyes telling him she definitely didn’t mean books.
Zeke climbed over her, pinning her beneath the blankets as she giggled. He kissed her nose, her cheek, then her lips, taking his time to deepen the kiss.
His lips moved over hers as he found her tongue, caressing it with his own.
Zeke released one side of her, and her arm immediately sprang free, winding around his neck and tangling her hands in his hair.
He held the side of her face, his body responding to the way she softly moaned against his mouth.
Zeke pressed into her, pinning her to the bed as she pulled her legs up to clutch his waist.
Frustrated that he couldn’t feel her skin against his, he shoved the blankets out of the way and nestled between her legs, still kissing her.
She didn’t pull back, even when he pressed against her thin panties with his want.
That fueled Zeke’s blood, and he deepened the kiss, peeling off her shirt, then tugging off her underwear. Amelia let him.
He grabbed a full handful of her breast, bending to swirl his tongue around the peak, nipping it before finding her lips again. She arched into him, opening her legs wider, moaning as she gripped his waist.
“Zeke,” she breathed. That sound had his cock throbbing, leaking want between her legs.
“I know, Butterfly. I got carried away,” he apologized through pants of his own breath.
She smirked and shook her head. “I like it when you get carried away,” she murmured, her cheeks flushed from his touch.
He ran his thumb over the blush, then leaned in to kiss her softly.
“Then it’s the perfect time to remind you about our deal,” he teased, kissing over the racing pulse in her neck.
She chuckled breathily as he moved down to her breasts, licking around the nipple that was hard and straining for attention.
“What deal?” She played dumb, and he loved it.
Zeke grinned against her hot flesh, flicking his tongue across the bud, his thumb running over the other one, making her suck in a breath.
“The one where I get to see you ‘studying’”—he kissed down her delicious body, running his tongue around her navel—“if I got a B.”
“You got a B?”
“I did.”
“When?”
He smiled and looked down at her blushing face.
“I found out yesterday,” he said, and shrugged.
“Why didn’t you tell me when you got it?” she asked, and he hadn’t meant to put hurt in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed it away.
“I wanted to let you have your chance with Sam. We agreed to stop this between us while you did, so there was no point bringing it up,” he explained.
She smiled, playing with the hair at his nape, looking up at him with those cute doe eyes.
“I don’t know how this happened between us, but I’m grateful for it,” she said quietly, her cheeks reddening. He kissed both of them, not wanting her embarrassed.
Zeke moved his fingers between them, slipping them between her legs, finding her tight, hot center already wet.
“I’m grateful for you, Butterfly.” He kissed her, then slid his fingers inside her.
Her eyes rolled back and she arched off the bed, digging her nails into his shoulder, her breath releasing as she moved her hips into his hand.
He stroked his fingers gently against her, softly, not giving her even half the friction she wanted. She bucked her hips in frustration before pulling him down to meet her hungry lips.
He kissed her back, moving his mouth with hers until she nipped at him.
“Zeke,” she whimpered, and he chuckled. He reached for her hand, grabbing it from his bicep and bringing it down to her pussy.
“A deal’s a deal,” he whispered against her ear, and she shuddered.
But then her hand moved between them, her fingers slipping inside herself with him still holding her hand. He leaned over her, and he let out a groan at the way it turned him on.
He pulled back to look at her as she slid her fingers in and out of herself, pushing against his thick length every time she did.
She was so fucking sexy—blushing, hair splayed out over the pillow, her sleepy, bedroom eyes—it had the throb in his cock aching to be released.
She let out a sigh as she rocked her hips against her own hand, and then her other hand went to the towel around his waist, tugging at it until it fell away. Zeke licked his lips, looking over her as she smiled shyly, her lips parted.
He looked between her face and her hand between them. Her fingers brushed over his leaking tip before bringing the clear liquid to her lips. He almost came.
“Fuck, Butterfly,” he breathed, his hands fisting on his thighs as he sat on his heels, watching her touch herself.
She smirked, biting down on her pink lip before running those teasing fingertips over her own nipple. She tugged at the peak, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned, arching her back.
She looked back at him as he stared in awe. So damn sexy.
He held his hand in front of her face.
“Lick,” he ordered, and she ran her tongue up his palm.
Even that—the obedience, the strong stroke of her tongue—had his blood boiling, his balls tightening.
He used his now wet palm and grasped his length. It twitched instantly at the contact. He stroked himself, watching her as she pleasured herself.
It was an insane connection, not technically touching but close enough that he could feel the heat coming from her body, the movements of her writhing hips so close to the hand that pumped his cock.
She watched him, her eyes dropping from his face to his dick and back again. He did the same, and then he was leaning over her, kissing her hard, desperate for more of a connection—a physical one.
He reached between them and felt her fingers slipping inside her pussy, groaning as he pumped his dick faster in time with her rhythm.
He pressed his thumb against her, teasing her clit in time with their hands.
“That’s it, Butterfly, think of my cock inside you. I’d fill you up, fucking you hard until you couldn’t even speak,” he whispered to her, covering her body with his as much as he could.
He held himself up with one hand, the other stroking himself, rubbing against the opening of her pussy, hitting her knuckles as she pulsed her fingers inside herself.
Her pace quickened at his words, her whimpers turning to moans as she thrust her hips toward him.
Zeke kept whispering to her, loving the response in those innocent eyes. “I want you, Butterfly—your tight, pink pussy sucking my cock, your hands scratching down my back, leaving your mark on me.”
Amelia cried out as he bent down and sucked on her nipple, her fingers moving faster before her hips spasmed with her orgasm.
She clenched her eyes shut, clutched the bed sheets beside her, and arched her back, her breasts bouncing with the buck of her hips against the pressure he put on her.
Zeke devoured the sight of her letting go in front of him. It was the best thing he’d ever seen in his life.
The fact that just the thought of what he would do to her was so powerful she got off to it? The most intoxicating feeling.
It had him finding her lips and kissing her hard, releasing a guttural groan from somewhere deep inside his chest before his cock shot his hot seed over her exposed body.
It landed over her stomach and her tits, and the sight of her breathing hard, her hand resting on her thigh, her fingers slick with her release, had him letting out that little bit more.
It landed on her other hand that rested on her waist. She smiled and brought it to her lips, sucking it off.
Zeke narrowed his eyes at the movement, then grinned and kissed her.
She kissed him back, a feverish kiss that held onto the moment they had shared before she broke the connection.
“Congrats on your B. Keep getting those and your GPA will be enough to keep your scholarship in no time,” she said, grinning.
Zeke smiled and fell onto the bed next to her.
“I should confess something,” he said, going serious.
She froze, turning to him with wide eyes, waiting for the confession.
“What?” she asked, like she was scared of the answer.
He wasn’t sure what to make of that, but he’d already committed to teasing her, so he went through with it.
“It was a B minus,” he said, chuckling.
Relief spread over her face, relaxing her mouth into a grin before she shoved him playfully and stood from the bed.
He yanked her back down and kissed her again.
He looked at her face, pushing back the hair that had covered her eyes. Her laugh softened as she stared back up at him.
“This is enough, Butterfly,” he whispered, and she went wide-eyed. Even he was surprised by what he’d said.
“What do you mean?” she stammered, and he swallowed hard, fighting the tightening in his chest at the words he wanted to say.
“I mean, this is enough. We’re enough. You’re enough. I don’t care what happens after college, but right now, I know I want you to myself. I don’t want another fucking Prince Charming coming in and trying to take what’s mine.”
He kissed along her lips until she kissed back.
When he pulled back to look at her, there were tears in her eyes that he hoped were happy ones.
“Are you asking me out, Zeke Evans?” She grinned, and he shook his head, holding his smirk so she knew there was a punchline coming.
“I’m not asking, Butterfly.”
