Page 175 of The Fake Date Agreement

I bite my lip and tongue, and the moan still works its way out. His tongue is on me, in me, and I can’t get enough of it.

My belly tenses at the hungry sound Caleb makes as he slides his hands down my legs, lifts them, and wraps them around his shoulders. His tongue is unrelenting, licking and fucking me until I’m begging him to never stop.

My fingers tighten in his hair, and I swallow my scream as the wave starts up in my belly and shatters my mind.

Time no longer matters.

I’m fighting for breath when the soft sound of a crinkling foil packet penetrates.

My eyes flutter open.

My hips are on the edge of the table. Legs spread apart. Caleb’s pants are off, and he’s sliding a condom over a cock so thick and heavy it’s curved.

Oh God. I ache with the need to have him inside me.

I swallow hard as my eyes travel up his chiseled chest to rest on his piercing gaze.

“If Coach knew what I’m about to do to you on his table, I’d be off the team so fast my head would spin.”

My stomach twists. Not in fear. Excitement. Maybe Reid was right, and I do have something about sex in public.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t,” I whisper, holding my breath as I desperately hope he will.

He strokes his hands down my sides and cups my breasts. “And not know how these beautiful tits taste? I’m not sure I have the strength to do that, Myers.” His head lowers, and mine falls back as I moan when he closes his mouth around my right breast.

He runs his hands over me like he can’t get enough, exploring every inch of me.

His head lifts. I make a soft sound of complaint, and his lips curve into a brief smile before he turns his attention to my neglected left breast.

I slide my hand down his chest, marveling at his rippling muscles. Every part of him is so strong and hard.

And mine.

My hand closes around him, and he lifts his head, my breast popping from his mouth.

“Fuck.”

I pump. Hard. His hands slash up, pinning my wrists to the table.

His dick surges. One stroke and he’s buried himself to the hilt.

The sound that bleeds from my lips is one I’ve never made before. His eyes are wild as he throbs inside me.

He’s breathing hard, and I’m rocking my hips trying to get him to move, but he’s so big, he’s pinned me to this table with his weight.

“Myers,” he gasps, or maybe it’s more of a grunt. “Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Any other time, I’d melt, but not now.

“If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll kill you,” I hiss.

The briefest flash of amusement sweeps across his face. Then he gives me what I want. Lips on mine, his cock thrusting deep inside me. In and out. So thick, so perfect, my toes curl.

He pulls out of me with a groan of frustration, then turns me. “On your front, Myers. I need to see your pussy take every inch of my cock.”

Gruff words whispered directly in my ear make me wiggle as I grab onto the edge of the table, bracing myself for what’s coming. Cool air kisses my exposed ass when Caleb shoves my skirt up and panties down. I gasp when he bites down on my lobe. Then he’s straightening, his cock driving into me again in one searing thrust.

Every nerve in my body tightens in pleasure.

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