Page 39 of The Love Playbook

I know I have a nice physique. I’ve worked on it long and hard in the weight room and following my nutrition plan. I’m no champion bodybuilder or fitness model, but the weight loss that tends to happen naturally due to the sudden increase in activity once the season starts up again has revealed my abs, and my shoulders and chest are bigger after my last round of bulking.

Autumn seems to appreciate all my efforts, even if I do it for performance on the football field and not for admiration. Now that I’m getting it, though, I find that I don’t mind the admiration at all.

If Autumn’s to be believed, I could’ve had this kind of admiration ages ago. Apparently chicks have been throwing themselves at me for at least the last year or two, and I’ve just ignored them.

I’m still not sure what possessed me to take Autumn up on her offer, but I’m really glad I did. For so many reasons.

“What are we doing, Jackson?” she asks again, her fingers trailing down my torso and settling on the waistband of my shorts that are doing nothing to disguise my raging hard on.

“I’m not really sure,” I admit. “I didn’t think that far ahead when I suggested we come in here.”

She lets out an amused sound. “Really? That surprises me. You seem like the kind of guy who likes to have things planned out well in advance.”

With my fingers under her chin, I tip her head back and bend to kiss her. “What can I say?” I murmur against her lips between kisses. “You’ve always managed to override my better sense.”

She ruins my next kiss by actually laughing. “And yet you still were so flummoxed by my room that you had to offer to organize it for me.”

It’s a statement and not a question. I give her a lopsided smile and a one shoulder shrug. “Your room is chaos in a ten by ten square. And you did manage to distract me from it eventually.”

Another chuckle. “I suppose that’s true.” Reaching between us, she rubs my dick through my shorts. “And what should we do about this? Anything? Or did you just want to make out for a bit?”

I nip her lower lip, then slide my tongue across it, which has the unexpected and awesome effect of causing her to gasp and close her eyes, her fingers tightening convulsively around my cock. My hips flex into her grip involuntarily.

She surges up on her toes, her lips colliding with mine hard, our teeth accidentally clashing together. My hand slides under her top, craving the feel of her soft skin under my fingers.

When she steps back, breaking the kiss, I growl. It comes out without conscious thought.

Autumn’s eyes widen, and that sexy grin I’ve come to crave takes over her face. Slowly her fingers gather the hem of her top, and she pulls it over her head, leaving her in a lacy bra that has me growling again as I reach for her.

“Mmm. Growly Jackson. I like this side of you,” she whispers as I wrap my arms around her torso and hitch her up so I can kiss her easier. She responds by wrapping her thighs around my hips and her arms over my shoulders and scaling me with the boost of my hands on her ass.

She nips at my lower lip like I did to her, but she doesn’t lick the sting away. “Why don’t you take us to the bed, Jackson?”

Unable to help myself, I do what she says, letting her slide down my body to land on the mattress. Looking up at me, she reaches for my shorts and makes quick work of undoing the button and zipper, sliding to the floor in front of me.

Reaching in my open fly, she palms my dick through my underwear, her eyes never leaving mine. “You want me to help you out, Jackson? I can make it quick.”

I groan, not sure if it’s because quick means it’ll be over soon or because quick means I’ll get relief that much faster.

She seems to take that as an affirmative, her fingers curling in the elastic waistband of my black boxer briefs and tugging them out and down and out of the way.

Her hum of pleasure and smile of satisfaction can’t be faked. She actually enjoys this, jacking my dick in front of her face, her eyes pinging between my dick and my eyes.

With her eyes locked on mine, she swirls her tongue around the crown and then sucks me in her mouth.

I gasp. I can’t help it. It’s still such a new sensation, and with her meeting my eyes like that, sucking hungrily like my dick is a straw and she’s trying to use it to drink the world’s thickest milkshake.

And then her hand starts working in tandem with her mouth, her other hand cradling my balls and stroking the patch of skin just behind them, and holy fuck, I don’t think anyone’s ever touched me there before. I’ve barely even touched myself there. Never with the intention of creating pleasure. And it’s … holy shit it feels better than I would’ve expected.

She starts moving faster, and I want to do something with my hands, but don’t know what, except that her hair’s getting in her face, and even though she’s not looking up at me anymore, I want to watch. I want to see her face.

Carefully, I slide my hands under her hair. She slows, looking up at me, never removing her mouth from my dick, just sucking on the tip and swirling her tongue around the ridge of the crown in a way that makes my knees weak.

I flex my muscles, forcing them to hold me upright as I gather Autumn’s hair behind her head. Once I have it all, she starts moving again, and I keep my arm loose so that she can move freely.

And holy shit. Holy fucking shit. She’s right that this isn’t going to take long. The tip of my cock tingles, my balls drawing up tight in the palm of her hand, lightning zipping down my spine.

And then I’m shooting into her mouth, coming so hard I’m surprised she isn’t choking on it, and it’s all I can do not to collapse on the spot. As it is, I slump forward, planting my hand on the bed to help me stay on my feet.

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