“I thought I hurt you. Why are you laughing?” I didn’t understand.
I watched as Sarah kneeled in front of me and placed her hands on the button of my jeans. “I’m not this fragile glass doll, Gabe.” She giggled.
I chuckled. I felt the loosening of my jeans. I felt her trying to pull them down my waist. I smirked. “What are you doing, Sarah?”
“I don’t know.” She smiled at me.
I laughed again because she made a pathetic tug at my jeans.
“Ugh!” she groaned. Her head fell down on my lap and she murmured under her breath.
“Babe…” I laughed. “What are you saying?” I tilted to the side to try to get a look at her gorgeous face.
Slowly, Sarah lifted her head and placed it in her hands. “I was trying to be so sexy about this,” she said as she frowned.
“Sarah, you are very sexy.” I lifted my hips for her to pull my jeans down.
Pulling them off my feet, Sarah tossed them on the floor. As she placed her hands on my boxers, I could feel her hands shaking. I didn’t know if I should say anything, so I didn’t. I just rested my hands on my sides and watched her studying my body. She was licking her lips and her eyes were wide open. Not in a scared way, though. More like a taking in as much as she could in the short amount of time we had.
Sarah placed her small fingers into my boxer shorts and started to pull them down.
This time I lifted my hips without her having to say anything. My cock sprung out. It was hard and the tip was moist. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I’m pretty sure all Sarah had to do was touch me and I would come. I was that turned on and inexperienced.
She smiled as she looked at my cock as she removed my boxers. Her eyes didn’t move away from my hardness. I really liked that. A lot. A smile grew wide on my face. It excited me even more that Sarah liked what she saw.
Sarah’s hands were on my upper thighs, squeezing.
I just studied her. I wondered what exactly she was going to do.
It didn’t take long before Sarah grabbed me in her small hand. My hips pushed upwards and my head fell back. I groaned loudly. “Fuck, Sarah.”
She lightly squeezed my cock before she timidly moved her hand up down.
“Goddamn,” I muttered.
“Does that feel good?” she hesitantly whispered.
I groaned again. “Fuck, yeah.” I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Her skin on my skin was my undoing.
Sarah started to move her hand up and down faster and squeezed harder.
“Fuck, Sarah,” I growled. I started to twitch underneath her. I knew it wouldn’t be long. “Fuck, Sarah, don’t stop,” I begged.
She moaned her answer.
I loved hearing her moan. It was so unbelievably sexy. It was hard, but I opened my eyes. I wanted to watch her jerk me off. I wanted to watch that cum spill out onto her fingers. I wanted to see her face when I reached my climax. “Sarah,” I moaned again.
Sarah moved her hand up and down, faster and faster.
I grabbed the couch cushions and squeezed my eyes closed. “I’m gonna come,” I moaned. I didn’t know if she wanted to step back or not. Some of the guys on the team complained about how their girl’s hated swallowing or getting cum on their body. If they did? They would quickly wipe it off.
I opened my eyes. I was surprised Sarah didn’t move away from me. She just continued to move her hand up and down.
I released a groan. “Fuck,” I growled.
Hot cum squirted out onto her hand. Sarah slowly started to loosen her hold, but continued to move up and down. My breathing was heavy and my stomach moved up and down rapidly.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned.
My hips leaned up into her and my body twitched because she was still moving her hand up and down.
“Stop,” I half whispered and laughed.
Pulling her hands away she hurriedly, she asked, “What?”
“Sarah,” I said, sitting up on the couch. “I’m just sensitive.”
“Oh,” she murmured. “Well, okay then,” she said through a giggle.
“Come here,” I said as I grabbed her by her upper arms so she was kneeling in front of me. Releasing a low chuckle, I looked down at her.
“What?” she whispered with a smile on her face.
“You are something, Sarah Thompson. You know that?” I breathed.
She just smiled up at me and shrugged.
“You’re unbelievable.” And man, she really was.
Chapter 8
Gabe
“Morning, sweetie,” Mom yelled from behind her. She was in the middle of flipping pancakes. It became sort of a tradition that we had a big breakfast every Sunday morning. I really liked it. Not only did I like keeping in touch with Mom, but she also made a huge-ass breakfast. Pancakes, sausage, eggs, toast.
My stomach started growling at everything that was sitting on the counter top. I started to grab a piece of bacon off the table. Mom smacked my hand away with a spatula. “Geez, Mom.”