Page 33 of The Love Playbook

But when I move a little to try to adjust, she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair. “No, no, no, don’t stop. Please, Jackson, please please please don’t stop.”

Oh my god. I’m actually doing it. She’s obviously close. I recognize the emotion behind that plea, because I felt it not too long ago.

Like she did to me, I concentrate more on my efforts, determined to get her off, to blow her mind like she did mine.

Maybe that’s overly ambitious considering I’ve never done this before, but dammit, I’m gonna try.

Her breath comes in harsh pants, her whole body shuddering, her thighs pressing into my shoulders, those muscles I admired earlier straining as she strives for her orgasm.

Yes, yes, yes, she’s almost there. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna make her come on my first try.

Tighter and tighter, her pussy starts fluttering around my finger, and I almost wonder if that means she’s having an orgasm, but I don’t think so yet. Not when she’s still rubbing her pussy on my mouth, clearly seeking the finish line.

I suck hard at the same time I crook my finger inside her, swirling my tongue over her clit as best as I can.

She lets out a sharp cry as her pussy contracts hard on my finger, pulsing rhythmically. I’m pretty sure that’s what I’ve been working toward, but I don’t know if I should keep going or if I should stop.

In the absence of instructions, I keep up what I’ve been doing, at least until she shoves my face away. “Stop,” she pants. “Stop, stop, stop, Jesus. You’re gonna kill me, Jackson.” Covering her face, she tries to shrink away, her thighs trying to close, but I’m still in the way.

Grinning, I withdraw, sitting back on my heels and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as she finally closes her legs. I can still smell her pussy, and unless I wash my face before I go home, I’m gonna have that smell on me for a good long time.

“So that was good?” I ask. I mean, if she’s gonna act like a teacher or a coach, then the least she can do is acknowledge a job well done afterward.

She peeks at me from between her fingers, that mischievous smile back on her face. “Yes, Jackson. That was good. You’re an excellent student.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Are you saying that was good for my first time? Or is it just an unqualified good job?”

A laugh bubbles out of her, and she sits up, moving close to me, cupping my jaw in her hands and kissing me on the lips. “You’re adorable, Jackson,” she tells me before releasing my face.

“What does that mean?”

She laughs, smiling at me. “It means I think you’re adorable. Also, yes, that was an unqualified good job. It was amazing considering you’ve never done that before. But well done even from someone with experience. You got the job done, after all.”

My cheeks warm at her praise, which makes her laugh some more. “See? Adorable.”

Most guys don’t want to be adorable, but coming from Autumn, it somehow isn’t so bad. It’s obviously a good thing in her book. And right now, that’s whose book matters to me.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Autumn

After walking Jackson to the door and kissing him goodnight, I text my roommates that the coast is clear for them to come home.

Ellie: Are you still naked?

Laughing, I shake my head at her prudishness. It’s not actually a ridiculous question, and since she’s the only one who’s lived with me before, she’s the only one who really knows that.

As I watch my phone, more texts pop up in our group chat.

Dani: Wait, what? Why would she say the coast is clear if she’s still naked?

Ellie: Because it’s Autumn. She doesn’t consider nudity a problem.

Dani: But she wouldn’t actually lounge in the living room naked while waiting for us to come home. Right? Like, she could be naked in her bedroom and getting dressed and telling us her date is over and we can come home and that would be fine.

Me: You guys realize that I’m seeing all of this, right?

Ellie: And you realize you never answered the question, right?

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