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After I had changed clothes about ten times, trying to find something decent to wear, but not wanting anything overly sexy, I decided on a simple red tank top and a blue jean miniskirt. Of course, Angela had been to preoccupied on the phone with Alex to even notice my behavior, though she did smirk at me knowingly before I left.

Once I was standing outside the art department, I looked around cautiously, half expecting for someone to be watching me. 'Just nerves. Why would anyone be watching you?' I shook the thought out of my head before opening the door with a shaking hand. Inside I noticed Gerard's classroom door was open, making me feel all the more uneasy.

I glanced in the room to find Gerard chewing on his bottom lip as he studied whatever he was reading. "Ahem," I muttered lightly from the doorway. He smiled warmly at me and stood up, disregarding the paper in his hands.

"You're a little early," he said, motioning for me to come in. I nodded, hoping he didn't think I was too eager or anything. I was mentally kicking myself when I noticed him locking the door. I hadn't even seen him close it. He smiled at me as if he had read my mind, "Don't want anyone barging in while we're working."

My heart was pounding in my chest as he showed me to the supply room, where he had a canvas already set up, and a blanket spread out across the floor with few pillows scattered around it. I raised an eyebrow and glanced over at him, "Elaborate."

He smiled as he shook his head, "Only the best for you, Princess. Now if you would," he walked over and moved some of the pillows as if he were setting it up for me to lie down. I followed after him slowly, trying to calm my nerves.

I sat down as he watched, his expression now serious as if he were in deep thought "Lie back," he commanded, his voice lower than I had ever heard. I obeyed, propping up on a pillow and letting my hands fall to my sides. Gerard bit his bottom lip as if he wasn't sure about my pose.

Leaning over, he pulled my hair out of it's pony tail, letting it fall to my shoulders. He tucked a few strands behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. If he noticed my reaction, he didn't let it show. Continuing to gaze down at me, he took one of my hands and guided it behind my head, making me rest my elbow on a pillow.

When he seemed satisfied, he walked over to the canvas and picked up a pencil. He let his eyes roam my figure for several moments before he started sketching. I laid still, watching his gaze go back and forth between the canvas and my body. I wiggled around, trying to ignore the heat that was building inside me.

"Something isn't exactly...right here," he said, returning to the blanket. He dropped down, "Your legs need to be a little more this way." His strong, warm fingers guided my knee upwards before letting them trail downwards. He glanced up at me, noticing my heavy breathing.

I quickly closed my eyes, hoping he wouldn't say anything. No such luck, "Blair, look at me," Gerard commanded, moving his hand back up to my inner thigh.

The moment my eyes were open, Gerard's lips found mine. His tongue trailed across my bottom lip, before trying to find its way into my mouth. I immediately granted him access, wrapping my arms around his neck and moaning when his warm tongue found mine. He wrapped both my legs firmly around his waist, pushing his growing arousal against me.

Gerard tore his mouth away from mine and caught his breath before attaching his lips to my neck. I arched my back against him as he sucked harshly at my pulse point, letting his tongue add to the assault. The loud moans I emitted only encouraged his attentions as he slid his hand to my waist, playing with the hem of my shirt. I grinded my hips upward into his in small circles, making him moan. "Fuck it, Blair. I don't think I can control myself if you do that." He breath was hot in my ear, making me shudder underneath him.

I grinned as he tugged my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side, "No bra? Tisk, tisk," he smirked, cupping my breasts in his hands. He replaced one of his hands with his mouth, using his tongue to tease my erect nipple. I moaned, threading my fingers in his dark hair and tugging gently. He leaned up, smirking at my near breathless state and removed his shirt, revealing his pale, smooth chest.

Unbuckling his belt, I ran my other hand around his neck and pulled him back to my lips, forcing another groan from his throat. He ran one of his hands underneath my skirt as I pulled at his pants and sighed irritably as I couldn't get them past his hips. "Patience, patience," he commented, assisting me in my task. Once his pants were removed, he returned his hand back under my skirt, toying with my lacy underwear.

Gerard slid a single finger under the hem of my panties, just at my hipbone, and jerked them swiftly off my legs, not bothering to remove my skirt. Teasingly, he ran his hand up my leg, stopping at my thigh and smirked before continuing up, and slid one finger into me. I arched my back, moaning at the sensation, "Gerard."

"You're so wet, baby," he breathed against my ear. I nodded, not bothering to try and speak. He slid a second finger in the assault, as he pressed his thumb against my clit, moving it in small circles, "So wet. So hot."

His boxers slid off his hips with one easy tug, revealing his hardened cock. I bit my lip, reaching down and wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, "Fuck," he hissed, bucking his hips into my hand as he continued to move his fingers inside me. My face was already flushed, my toes curled and my head tossed back as he nearly brought me to an orgasm before removing his fingers without warning.

Before I could form the question as to why, he grabbed both my hands, pinning them above my head before replacing his fingers with his cock. I nearly screamed, but Gerard's mouth silenced me while he started a sloppy pace with his hips. My nails dug into his hands, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as I tried to keep up with his frantic movements. His hips snapped harder every time, driving deeper and deeper until it was nearly painful.

He stared down at me, his eyes full of lust as he pounded harder, while sweat starting to trickle down his forehead. "Say my name," he grunted, reaching down to lick from my chin up to my lips, "Scream it."

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt my orgasm building, "Gerard!" I would have screamed his name even if he hadn't just instructed me to, "Ugh, yes," I muttered, feeling his hot breath on my neck as my legs started to shake uncontrollably. My back arched as I felt the warmth in my stomach release, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout my body.

Gerard moaned loudly in my ear as he continued to thrust harder, trying to find his own release. I moved my hips up harder as he cried out my name over and over. Leaning up on his elbows, he grabbed my hips and thrusted into me one last time as he came hard into me, his grip nearly painful as he looked completely satisfied.

Collapsing on top of me, he looked up at me as we both breathed heavily, "Well, that isn't exaclty what I had in mind when I said extra credit," he remarked.

I laughed, running my fingers though his sweat drenched hair, "Liar."