"Passed with flying colors, actually," he answers, gasping as her lips touch his cock. "Gold stars, lots of them, holy shit." A wave of pleasure--followed by another and another--shoots through him, making his whole body tremble as he grips the bedsheets with both hands, balling his fists. He's seeing stars again before his vision starts to get blurry and he realizes it's because his eyes are half-closed to accompany a dropped jaw that's trying and failing to form words.

Her moan vibrates around him, and he can't help but thrust his hips up, further into her mouth, and Christ, she's really good at this. Every touch, every flick of her tongue, it's all going to lead to another quick ending if she doesn't stop sucking him like this, but he also doesn't want it to stop; it's a very confusing crossroads he's arrived at just now, very much not helped by another twist of her hand. "Seriously," he groans, moving a hand through his hair and tugging with frustration. "I might have been wrong about the lasting longer than eight seconds this time."