Page 56 of Arm Candy Warrior

“Hmm, is that a challenge?”

At school, girls flock around Oscar. Nevaeh is out of the picture, of course, but he’s still a hot commodity. High up in the Crew. Gorgeous. Football quarterback. Plus, he’s genuinely a nice guy once you get through his sarcasm.

I turn. “I don’t have time for this. I have to finish my shower. Creeper.”

He’s following me, and I love it. I turn the shower back on and drop my towel. Oscar moans behind me as I step inside the stall, the distorted glass hiding my true figure. I continue washing the soap off my body like he didn’t even interrupt me. Through the glass, though, I find Oscar leaning up against the wall, staring. Once I’m done with my normal shower routine, I run my hands over my chest, squeezing my breasts while I eye him from the corner of my eye.

Oscar groans. “Seriously?”

“You’re the one who barged in on me this morning.”

“You always touch yourself while you’re taking a shower?”

“Mmm, maybe,” I say, flicking my nipple. He can’t see exactly what I’m doing, but he gets the gist.

“Fuck it,” he says. He moves forward, opening the door. He pulls me out of the spray, carrying me to his chest. My drenched body soaks right through his clothes as he takes me to the bed, laying me out there, my feet hanging over the side. He gets to his knees, shoving my knees apart while he buries his face between my legs.

“Oh God,” I pant as his delicious tongue laps at me.

He licks the length of me, swirling around my clit. “Now tell me I can’t have you. Tell me you don’t want this.”

Fuck me for thinking this, but it’s nice to have Johnny gone. I can act on all my fantasies. As long as we’re behind closed doors, anyway. I pin Oscar’s face to my core. “If you move, I’ll shank you.”

He chuckles, but the humor dies as he devours me with his mouth. Oscar has an expert touch in this arena. It’s not long until I’m warning him I’m going to come. I’m too far gone to want him to pull away, but if he wants to be inside me while I orgasm, then that’s fine, too. He just needs to hurry.

He doesn’t pull away. He renews his attentions, the tip of his tongue flicking over my clit until I come so hard I see stars.

Oscar stands. He starts to step away, but I pull myself up and reach for his shirt, grabbing it so he doesn’t get too far. Desire floods his ravenous eyes.

“You’re not getting away,” I tell him. I carefully unclasp his jeans, forcing them down his muscular thighs. His boxers tent in front of me. I run my hands up his strong legs before grabbing the top of his boxers and moving them over his hips until his cock springs free. I lean forward, licking his slit.

“Princess,” he warns.

With a tight grip on his hips, I move him back as I sink to my knees in front of him. With one hand clasping his ass, I reach the other one up, nails scraping against his washboard abs. I’ve sucked dick before. I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted to do it this badly though.

I lick the underside from balls to tip, and he jerks in front of me. Precum oozes out, and I lick that too. Oscar runs his hands through my hair. “You don’t have to.”

“I’m well aware, thank you. Is the notion that I want to suck you off until you come inside my mouth new to you?”

He groans as I close my lips around just the bulbous tip, my tongue teasing his silky skin.

“Fuck me,” Oscar says. “Are you even real?”

My nails curl into his chest as I take him all inside, hollowing out my cheeks. He guides the rhythm that he likes, thighs quaking the entire time. I lap him up, taking pleasure in this. The more sounds that slip through his always contained exterior, the hotter I get. Oscar is vocal, and I love every fucking second of it. I start playing with my clit, rubbing it when he increases the pressure and pace.

“That’s right, baby. God, you’re a fucking sight. Are you turned on?”

I nod. I’m almost ready to come apart again. I swirl my fingers faster until the pressure builds and builds. Oscar keeps rocking into me, taking more control of the pressure until I come undone. I start to scream, but Oscar holds me there, his hips jerking into my hot mouth until liquid spurts from his slit.

I swallow and keep swallowing until he’s given me every last drop. I pull my lips away, and he drops to his knees in front of me too. “Fuck,” he says, gaze sliding all over me. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? I loved every fucking second of it,” I say, the after-sex hazy feeling encompassing my body. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

He helps me stand, hands roaming all over my sensitive skin. He palms my breasts, a flirtatious glint in his eye. “These are fucking amazing, by the way. You should be proud.”

I peek down at his dick. “Likewise.”

He cocks a grin. “Fucking hell, Princess. What am I going to do with you?”

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