I slide along his muscled torso, feeling his fingers burrow deep into my hair as I move downward. My senses soar, pushing me higher and harder than I’ve ever felt in my life. I’ve never wanted to taste a man so badly before; to feel his hand on the back of my head as I suck him dry; to hear the sharp, raspy breaths on his lips while I torture him. Every piece of me throbs for him and I want to give him everything he wants.
I pull his pants down his thighs, revealing his stiff cock. I try to remove them completely but Junior lunges forward, grabbing my hands to stop me.
“Let’s leave the pants on this time…” he says.
I laugh and release him, leaving his belt wrapped around his lower thighs. “Whatever you want…”
“I want…” He reaches for my arms and pulls me back up to his lips. His kiss is firm and true — like it’s the first one we’ve ever had. “I want these lips wrapped around my cock. I want to paint that little, pink tongue a bright shade of white…”
I moan at his words. They charge me, fueling an even greater thirst for him to do just what he says. I pull away from his kiss, slowly stroking his shaft with one hand as I drift down to it with open lips. I rub his tip, swirling the drops of pre-cum with my thumb and his body trembles beneath me.
Just one taste and my tongue erupts at his flavor. I suck softly on his tip, teasing him as his hand grips my hair again. His hand flexes, squeezing with eager intensity.
He wants me to take him deeper. He wants to feel himself push into the back of my throat, but I stay on the tip with curling lips. I’ll let him writhe and beg for it first.
I work him slowly, taking my time to memorize the taste of his skin and what areas send the biggest shock through his system. I flick and rub and encircle him until I sense the impatience in his hips. I widen my mouth and force him back as far as I can press him before my reflex reacts.
“Holy shit—”
His body tenses and his groans push me further, building my confidence to keep him in the back of my throat just a little bit longer. As I pull him out, his fist strengthens to hold me in place.
“I want to fuck that little mouth, Ellie,” he whispers, stroking my hair.
I drag my nails up his body and he twitches at the pain I bring him. My lips start to numb but I keep at it, determined to rock him until he explodes.
I salivate even more just thinking about him coming all over my tongue. I’ve wanted it since I first felt his cock on my fingertips. If my father didn’t show up right then, I can’t be sure I wouldn’t have dropped to my knees in that locker room and let him do as he pleases to my little mouth.
Junior squeezes my hair so tightly, I fear he might pull it out. The pain blends with pleasure inside of me and I moan for him, taking him even deeper inside until I can’t anymore.
“Ellie, lie down.”
He slides out of my mouth and moves me down onto my back. I grip his cock as he drifts closer and I stroke him harder and faster, watching as his eyes roll back the farther I push him. He shifts, bringing his groin as close to my face as possible.
“Open your mouth,” he whispers, taking hold of his hard rod and pointing it at my raw lips.
I open wide, eager to catch every drop of him.
“Don’t swallow yet,” he adds, reaching his peak. “I want to see it on your tongue…”
He grunts loudly and I feel his tip pulse and his warm desire tickles my taste buds. Thick streams spray into my mouth, filling me with his salty flavor and I can’t help but moan for more of it. I keep it gathered on my tongue, just like he wants, and I lap and suck at him until he’s given me all he has.
Junior strokes my forehead, smiling down at me with soft, satisfied eyes. “Go ahead,” he whispers. “Swallow it down.”
I toss it back and let it trickle down my throat. I relish in his intense flavor, savoring it for as long as I can.
He reaches for me, lifting me up as if I were weightless and he settles me against the pillows.
“Spread your knees,” he growls. He doesn’t wait for me to do it myself. He forces my legs apart. “It’s your turn.”
My heart races as he descends me. He stops at my breasts and doesn’t hesitate before ripping my blouse open. I cringe as little buttons tear free and smack against the foggy windows, but the tension fades the moment his tongue graces my skin.
He licks my breasts and pulls them free of my bra to attack my nipples. They grow hard against his tongue, instantly standing to attention and firing bolts of extra pleasure toward my core.
He kisses down my navel, constantly tasting me and wetting my skin with his tongue. “Your body…” he breathes, “is perfect…”
I sigh, completely bewitched by him. Every word he speaks feels like truth and everywhere he touches turns to warm milk in his hands. I run my fingers through his thick hair, quivering with anticipation as his mouth inches closer to what he promised me.
I’m going to bury my face in that pussy until you’re screaming my name.
Junior raises my skirt over my hips, and he pauses to place his nose against my panties. He inhales, filling his nostrils with my scent. It’s so primal and strange but it turns me on even more. He doesn’t just want to please me.
He wants to devour me like a wild animal.
Junior hooks his thumbs under the elastic and pulls my panties down to my toes. I expect him to ravage me, but he lingers near my feet, bending down to kiss and lick my legs as he moves upward.
By the time he reaches my thighs, I’m twitching and dripping wet, practically spasming with need. His brown eyes flash up at me as he parts his lips, his tongue disappearing behind my mound and I feel his hot breath touch my folds.
I grip the pillow behind my head with frustration, waiting for the moment when he touches me, but his devious eyes linger on me instead.
“Please…”
Junior turns his head and kisses my inner thigh, inciting another ache inside of me. He chuckles, taking pleasure in my pain.
Finally, he slides the tip of his tongue along my folds and he moans at my taste. His eyes roll back and he takes a deep breath before pushing his hands beneath me to cup my ass and bring me closer to his mouth. He plunges between my slit and desire takes over my entire body.
“Oh, God!” I cry, floating on the brink of total ecstasy.
“No.” He stops and moves up my body to look me in the eyes. “Don’t scream for him. Scream for me.”
I tremble as bits of pleasure radiate through my spine. “Junior…” I sigh, his name thick on my breath.
He gets back to work, nibbling at my nipples as he slides down my body again.
My thighs twitch wildly the second his tongue touches my pink, sensitive bud. I cry out, barely hanging on as he fucks me fast with his thick muscle.
“Junior!”
He laughs against me, sending vibrations through my throbbing sex, pushing me closer to the edge with each surging vibrato.
I scream his name repeatedly, digging my nails into his hair to force him closer. My hips buck and he lets me grind against his face, taking the opportunity to fuck me even deeper with his impressive tongue.
He warned me about this; about how he’d eat me like no one ever has or ever will again. By the end of it, I’d be his. I laughed it off as a selfish joke but now I’m not sure why I ever doubted him. I grip his hair, pulling him harder against me and his tongue goes wild on me, zeroing in on me in the most perfect way.
“Junior—!” I cry, falling to pieces beneath him. I come hard on him and he penetrates me with his tongue to feel my muscles pulsating around it.
I push the heel of my hand against his forehead, tempted to shove him away but I can’t get over the pleasure of his tongue inside of me and the way his nose rubs gently against my aching clit.
“Oh, Ellie…” he moans my name against my skin, drinking up every bit of me as I lie twitching in his hands. “You really do taste like heaven.”
I laugh, though I’m on the verge of tears. I
hold them back, forcing my body to sync to its normal rhythm again.
Everything hurts, everything vibrates, and everything wants to feel this all over again.
Junior travels up my body, slathering his tongue across my navel and breasts to taste even more of me.
I melt under his heat, still barely breathing and buzzing from head to toe. I cup his face as soon as I can reach it and pull him to me steal a hard kiss from him.
“Ellie…” He sighs, my scent on his breath. “Let me inside of you…”
I look down, feeling his cock brushing between my thighs, already rock hard again and dripping with desire. Wet heat radiates from me and I imagine what that thick shaft feels like thrusting in and out of me, but I silently shake my head.
Junior’s hand slides into his pocket and he pulls out a small package — square and flat between his fingers. A condom.
“No—” I breathe, grabbing his hand.
He crushes his lips against mine and I taste the begging passion on his tongue. It nearly pushes me over the edge and my fingers quake around his, so tempted to just let him rip that wrapper open and take what he wants.
“Junior, wait…”
He leans up and balances on his arms. “Ellie…” He says my name with that animal growl; the one that sends shivers down my spine. “You said your pussy was a loser-free zone. We won tonight.”
“I know,” I say, taking back control. I slide away from him into a sitting position. “But one win doesn’t make you a winner. It could have been a fluke, just a lucky break.”
Playful darkness clouds his eyes. “Ellie…”
“Win next week’s game and I’ll let you fuck my brains out.”
“That’s not fair.”
“I’ll make it worth your while, Junior,” I say, filling my voice with seduction. “Or would you rather go back to fucking dumb sorority girls again? Sure, they’ll bend over for you after a wink and a smile, but something tells me that just won’t do it for you anymore. Am I right?”
He hesitates. Good.
“Okay,” he says, his eyes smiling. “We win next week’s away game and I want you in my bed wearing nothing but high heels and red lipstick by the time I get back.”
“That can be arranged.” I smile back at him and hold my ripped blouse closed. “That won’t be so hard, will it?”
“Wrong choice of words,” he mutters, glancing down at the kickstand still stiff between his legs.
I chuckle. “I think you’ll survive.”
Junior stuffs junior back into his briefs and pulls his pants up. “One week…”
“That’s all… assuming you win, of course.”
“Oh, we will,” he says, his eyes falling down my body again. “I have pretty good incentive.”
I smile at him, taking deep and slow breaths to keep myself from falling to little pieces.
Chapter 13
Junior
“What’s up, little brother?”
I glance up at Maggie. She’s got that look in her eyes, the same one she’s graced me with since she picked up her first psychology book when she was twelve.
“Nothing,” I answer, hopefully dodging the inevitable psychoanalysis.
“You’ve barely touched your lunch,” she notes, looking down at my half-eaten burger.
I shrug. “Still a little shocked, I guess.”
“Yeah, you and the entire school,” she says, glancing around the student union. “Sounds like the new coach has really brought the competitive spirit back to the team.”
Eliza flashes into my memory, naked and moaning in the back of my van.
Win the next game and I’ll let you fuck my brains out.
“He certainly has,” I say.
“Well, I’m proud of you,” Maggie says. “Keep it up.”
I raise a brow. “Did I just hear the P-word from you?”
“Yeah, it felt weird to me, too…”
I take a big bite of my burger, but it doesn’t go down easy. I didn’t go to the gym this morning. There’s a chance I’ll run into Eliza there and after last night, I can’t guarantee I’ll keep my hands off her. Six days to go until the next game…
“I bet the girls were all over you last night.”
I blink out of it. “What?”
“More than usual, right?” Maggie asks, taking a sip of her drink. “Keep up the wins and I bet you’ll have to start beating them off with a stick. No wonder you look so tired today…”
“You got that right.” I chuckle, lying through my teeth.
I haven’t even looked at another girl since I first laid eyes on Eliza. Her little comment about dumb sorority girls not being enough for me was more truthful than I care to admit. There’s no challenge involved with them like there is with Eliza. She’s pushing my buttons in ways I never thought possible and I’ve never been more annoyed and turned-on at the same time.
“So…” Maggie clears her throat. “You haven’t mentioned anything about that date.”
“Oh, that…” The date with Eliza feels like a million years ago now. I don’t even feel angry about the whole thing anymore. “She was… interesting.”
“Interesting enough for a second date?”
I shake my head. “I don’t do second dates. You know that.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Someday, you’ll change your mind about that, little brother.”
“Someday is not today,” I say, grinning. “And today, I’m shopping for a big stick to beat the ladies off with.”
“How romantic,” she slurs.
* * *
The professor lays my quiz on the desk in front of me and I instantly cringe. A bright, red F glares back at me.
Failing a second math quiz in a row is not what the coach had in mind when he told me to get my grades up.
“The next quiz is on Thursday,” the professor says as she moves to the front of the room. “It’ll cover chapters four and five, so be ready.”
I stuff the quiz into my backpack, not really caring how crumbled it gets inside. The last thing I want to do is get a tutor to help me out, but I can’t get another failing quiz grade without my adviser taking notice. I don’t want to let Cary Pierce down either.
The professor dismisses us. I keep my head down as I navigate to the front toward the exit.
As I round the corner in the hallway, a harsh whistle strikes my ears.
“Oh, Lover Boy.”
I pause, glancing over to find Eliza’s friend, Grant, leaning against the wall with a cup of coffee in each hand. He holds one out to me and I take it with confusion.
“What—”
“Shh,” he says, turning the cup around to show me the name written on the side.
“Buzz buzz?” I read.
A second later, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I reach for it to find a new text from Eliza.
Library. Second floor. Study room B. Now.
“Thanks,” I tell Grant.
He nods at me and smiles before taking a silent sip from his cup and gesturing me away.
I don’t move. “So, you’re going to be her little messenger boy, eh?”
“I prefer the term liaison, but sure.”
I chew on my tongue. The fewer people that know about me and Eliza, the better. “How much has she told you…?”
“Relax.” He smirks. “I’ve been hiding trysts from my parents since I was fourteen. I’ve got you covered.”
I nod. “But what exactly do you get out of this?”
Grant stands up off the wall with a devious glint in his eyes. “Well… now that you mention it. You live with Ty Fisher, right?”
“I do.”
He raises his shoulders. “Let’s just say if my name comes up… you put in a good word or two.”
I quickly decipher his meaning, but I’ve known Ty for a long time. “I don’t want to disappoint you, Grant, but I think you might be barking up the wrong tree on that one.”
Grant takes a short step closer, smiling softly with knowing
eyes. “You worry about the pussy. Let me worry about the dogs, all right?” He taps my cheek twice with his palm and spins on his heels to take off in the opposite direction. “Bye, Lover Boy.”
My phone vibrates again in my hand.
I said now.
I smile and rush outside, charging down the sidewalk toward the library across campus.
* * *
Honestly, I didn’t even know the library had private study rooms. This might explain why my grades have avalanched into the damn ground.
I turn the handle to study room B and push the door open. At first glance, the room is empty except for a small, two-person table and two chairs. I sense movement behind the door, along with the pleasant aroma of Eliza Pierce’s perfume.
“Close the door,” she whispers.
I obey and she’s on me before I can even say a word.
She pins me to the door, pressing herself against me and my eyes instantly drop to the impressive cleavage rising up from her bright, blue top. I drop my backpack to the floor and reach behind her to raise her black skirt and cup her ass, pulling her up for a kiss. Her hands fish beneath my shirt and she rakes her nails over my abs while her tongue probes my mouth.
“Thanks for the coffee,” I say, pulling back to refill my lungs.
She shrugs, smiling. “Figured I owed you a cup.”
I give her ass a firm squeeze before releasing her and she backs up to lean against the table, her chest heaving up and down as she breathes.
“So, what’s this about?” I ask, gesturing to the study room.
“I had an hour to kill between classes.” She combs her fingers through her long hair. “Figured I’d make good use out of it.”
“So, you thought I’d be at your beck and call? That I’d just come running at the snap of your fingers whenever you got an itch you can’t scratch…?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
I nod. “Fair enough.”
“I didn’t want to wait until Saturday to see you again. Just because I won’t let you fuck me yet doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in other ways until then.”
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