The Nerd's Obsession

●5~Clara●

Fuck.

I exploded. I exploded with a hard orgasm.

Tristan Norton, who the fuck are you! And why does my body want you! Why was I so desirable of your fingers inside me! Why was I feeling ecstatic with you being here and finger fucking me?

My moan was suppressed due to his mouth but it was still audible. I was breathless. Fuck!

He broke the kiss and shoved his fingers inside my mouth, "Taste yourself, Lara." That nickname ignited the fire inside me. I licked his fingers but he took it out and licked it like it was ice-cream.

"You taste heaven, Clara." He whispered. I was drained out when I saw his bulge. I moved my hands from his shoulders and reached his torso. My legs were wrapped around his torso so I removed them.

"Not here, Clara. Let me take you somewhere better," He whispered against my lips and made me stand. His hands shifted my dress back to where it was softly and picked me up. His movements were swift and silent. He picked up his bag and we reached outside.

No fucking way! He owned this car!?

He made me sit inside and started driving. He reached a place and I looked outside. It was one of the most expensive places in the city and I gawked at him. He gave me a lazy smile and picked me up. Entering the lift, he tickled my waist and pulled me closer.

Kissing my lips, he smiled satisfactorily, "Fuck, Clara. I have wanted to say this for so long. I fucking need you!"

"What do you want, Tristan? Do we just be together for physical needs and..."

"Date me,"

"What-?" It came out reflexively. "Date me, Clara."

"I-" I just pressed my lips on his. Biting his lower lip, I used my fingers to trace a 'yes' on his neck. The lift opened and he took me inside.

We didn't even take two minutes to resume what we were doing in the club. He was only in his boxers while I wasn't wearing anything. His house was big, but I didn't have time to explore it yet.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Mhm," I whispered as my nose nuzzled on his neck. His fingers rubbed my clit softly and I shuddered from that feeling. His fingers pushed inside me gave me pain or extreme pleasure, I didn't have a description of that. "Be clear what you want, Clara."

"I want you, Tristan." I said firmly and his cock touched my wetness. I was holding onto his back and my legs were wrapped around his waist. He wasn't rough and his movements weren't uncomfortable.

"Don't expect me to stop like a gentleman," He whispered, pushing it inside. I moaned with pleasure and pain as he dug deeper. He kept pushing in until he was all inside me while my hips moved. I sucked on his lips to avoid screaming.

He twisted me over and I sat on his stomach. My eyes closed as I felt something in my stomach. My back arched as I still moved on his stomach taking him in. "Keep taking me like the good girl you are!" He whispered and kissed me again. He played with my nipples and the sensation inside me increased.

"Tristan, I am going to..."

"Come with me, sweetheart." He hugged me and we grind.

We grind together, fast and fast and fast.

"Come," I squeezed hard around his cock and it released a liquid simultaneously.

"Fuck!" He whispered and I sighed. I was breathless for the second time.

That was intense.

"That was fucking-" I looked at him, he passed a lazy smile. "Then let's do it again."

Did he just say 'again'?

.

.

Class would never be the same again. I saw him sitting in his regular spectacles. I went and sat beside him to earn a stare from almost everyone in the class.

He said nothing, just looked at me and went back to his work again. He was a goddamn hacker. It had been 2 weeks since I had quit my part-time job and been with him.

"Are we planning to tell everyone about this?"

"I am sure we can," He whispered back, his hands rubbing my thighs softly. I glared at him. "And how?"

"Do you want me to propose to you, darling?" He asked, removing his round frames.

His moves.

His eyes.

His smile.

I don't know what he wanted. Would he propose to me?

He was out for lunch and the class was about to start. Tristan has never come late to a class, is something wrong? I waited for him when I saw him enter the class. He closed the gate and locked it. I stood up and came out of the seat when he swiftly came closer to me.

Before I could ask what it was, he slammed his lips on mine.

What?

Lips soft like marshmallows, felt like cotton on mine. He was gentle. He kissed me like he wanted me, all to himself.

"I love you, Clara Smith, will you let me be your boyfriend?" He asked and my eyes went wide. Everyone looked at us, like aliens. They obviously didn't expect the nerd to propose in an open class. I giggled, "I love you too, Tristan. I will gladly be your girlfriend."

I whispered against his lips and kissed him again. Our tongues swirled together, and he wasn't called the nerd ever again.

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Total Word Count- 2935

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