"I always hated pop quizzes," he quips but he also thinks that as far as pop quizzes go, this has most definitely been his favorite. He squeezes her hand tight before she brings it to her hair and fucking Christ, he can't believe how much a goddamn turn-on it is for her to want him to do this. He curls his fingers around her soft strands, careful not to be too rough, and thrusts up again, encouraging her to take him into her mouth all the way.

"Oh, sh-shit," he groans and the stutter alone indicates to him just how close he really is. He knows he's not going to last more than a few seconds longer, not with how deep he is or how fucking amazingly she's sucking him. He feels it inside of him, the pleasure rising higher as his breaths come shorter and his hips move more erratically as he guides her to a quicker rhythm. "Kate, fuck, I'm going to come." He can't even think, doesn't know how this needs to go, all he knows is that if he doesn't let go right fucking now, he might actually combust.