“Alright.” I don’t need to be asked twice.
He reaches down to grasp the hem of my shirt and tugs it up over my head. I lift my arms so he can remove it completely. He scoots back until he’s leaning against the headboard. “Climb up here.” He pats his lap.
I place a knee on the edge of the bed, but he holds out his hand. “Wait, take the pants off first.”
As I ease down my jeans pulling my panties with them, his eyes grow slumberous. He reaches out until his hand curves around my butt. His warm fingertips dig slightly into the padding while his thumb runs down the hipbone to the crease where trunk and leg meet.
“You are a sight for sore eyes,” he says huskily.
I let the jeans fall to the floor and kick them away. Then, with confidence born of his undisguised lust, I straddle him. I flip my hair off my shoulders with both hands and cup myself.
“Is this going to make up for the lack of a cake?”
His blue eyes gleam. “You bet your ass it will.”
“What do you have in store for me?”
“How much time do we have?” His big, rough hands draw circles around my back, pulling me closer to him with every pass.
I struggle to remember the details. “The competition starts at one tomorrow. I should be out of here by nine.”
He leans forward and bites the ball of my shoulder before saying, “You’re going to need a little sleep. I want you to kick ass tomorrow, so I’ll go easy on you. But the minute you step back onto campus, I want you in my bed for a solid twenty-four hours.”
“No,” I beg, “please be very hard.”
We both laugh at my juvenile joke until I reach between us to cup his hard shaft. The sound of him sucking in his breath as I stroke him through his sweatpants puts an evil smile on my face.
His eyes are mere lust-filled slits. “You’re going to need to do the hard work because my ribs are sore from practice.”
“Too sore? I could just give you a hand job?”
He rolls his eyes. “That’s about the most ridiculous thing that’s ever come out of your mouth.”
I know what the man wants, and I want to give it to him. I want to totally rock his world.
* * *
Matty
She pushes out of my clasp, but before I can protest, she’s on her knees, pulling my cock out of my pants. I tip my head back and close my eyes because the sight of her down there is making me want to come before her mouth is even on my shaft.
Then her mouth surrounds me, and with my eyes closed, the sensation of hot and wet is the only thing in my head. My balls tighten, and I pinch my nose in frustration. I do not want to come right now. I want to enjoy this for just a second longer. Please, for the love of God, where is my self-control?
Her warm, wet mouth pulls away.
“Is something wrong?” she asks. “Am I doing it wrong?”
“Oh, Goldie, no.” I groan. “It’s so fucking good, I’m scared I’m going to come in the next ten seconds and I want it to last. Not like hours, but even a couple minutes longer would be amazing.
My incoherent ramblings make her laugh. “Maybe you should lie back.” She takes my cock in one hand and cups my balls with the other. “Because this is going to be the best blow job you’ve ever had.
“And miss the show?” I sweep her hair back. “No fucking way.”
“You have a beautiful dick,” she murmurs and rubs her face along the side of my shaft. I practice deep breathing exercises.
“You have a large frame of reference?” I choke out.
“Naah. I just like the look of it and generally I think penises are gross, but yours is…” She pauses to pet it, one hand on the bottom holding it while the other hand strokes lightly along the top. This is some new kind of torture, I think, but I love it. “It’s strong and interesting. So hard and so soft at the same time.” Her fingertip runs along the edge of the hood, and my eyes roll back into my head.
But that’s nothing to the sensation that roils through my body when her mouth is back on me. She rubs my shaft along the roof of her mouth, cradling my cock with her tongue as it slides toward the back of her tight throat. Her soft hand cups my balls, rolling them gently, perfectly in her palm.
I grip the side of the chair, and my toes curl into the carpeted floor. Each pass of her mouth is more erotic than the last. She hums, and the vibrations make my entire body shiver. I’m harder than the concrete steps of the stadium. Between the suction of her mouth, her wicked, wicked tongue, and her deft fingers, I have no defense. A eunuch would have erupted in her mouth a minute ago.
Sweating and shaking, I push her away. She moans in protest but I shake my head. I tug awkwardly at her bra, while one-handing my aching erection. Her eyes widen, but she understands what I want and whips off her shirt. Her creamy breasts are bound together in a sweet-looking lace number.