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Inside the athletic complex, she tugs her hand from mine outside the women’s locker room. “I have to shower and get my things.”
“Don’t shower.” I command, licking my lips when her cheeks flush.
“I’m sweaty—”
“What I have planned for you isn’t gonna make it any better.” I pat her ass, fondle the firm meat of her cheek for a second, then pat it again. “Go.” She nods, scurrying into the locker room. I rush down the hall to mine, throw my shit in my bag and run back to meet her. She pushes the door open and I’m on her. I throw her bag over my right shoulder along with mine, then put my left shoulder to her stomach and hoist her in a fireman’s carry.
Her tiny hands grip my shirt at the small of my back, the cadence of her laughter choppy as I practically run across campus to her dorm. My arm clamped over her thighs, I use my right to rifle through the outside pocket of her bag to find her key card. I swipe it, open the doors, then run past the desk clerk with barely a wave to the stairs. On her floor and marginally winded, I unlock her door, kick it shut behind me and toss her to her bed. She bounces with a carefree giggle, her legs parting naturally, tempting me with the dark spot on the crotch of her shorts.
“Poor baby, you need it, don’t you?” Her smile drops into a pout as she looks up at me from under her lashes. She nods, widening her legs. At the foot of her bed, I pull her ankles to straighten her legs, then slide my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and yank them down. She’s not wearing any panties. SweetJesus, she’s trying to kill me. I close my eyes on a harsh exhale, praying for patience. I don’t want to scare the girl, push her too far too fast, but I’m hanging on by a thread here. Her pink pussy is soaked in her juices, hairless, with barely a hood above her plump clit.
“Sit up.” My voice is unrecognizable. Strained. Pleading. I pull her shirt up and over her head, admiring her cream-colored bra and how it frames her tits. She leans forward on instinct, offering herself up to me. Behind her, I unclasp her bra and pull it slowly down her arms, baring her to me for the first time.
I wipe my hand over my mouth as I take her in. Every fucking inch of her begs for my ownership. My tongue. My hands. My cock.
I force myself to look her in the eye, I need her to hear me and see my sincerity. “You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen. I want you, Daya. Not just today, or tomorrow, but every second of forever.” I kneel on the floor at the foot of her bed, gently coaxing her to shimmy down until her ass is practically hanging off the bed. Her wet pussy demanding attention as it glistens inches from my face. I meet her unfocused gaze. “This is my altar. You are my church. And I will worship you here every fucking day for the rest of my life.”
“Eli—” She cuts herself off with a moan, my tongue parting her pussy lips and licking her from hole to clit. I groan into her supple flesh, knowing I have tasted heaven. My fingers skate over her skin, up to her tits. Her tight little nipples taunt me. I rub my thumbs over the distended tips, digging my tongue deep into her pussy when her body jolts and gushes. I happily drink her up. She writhes, her head rolling back and forth as she’s assaulted with overwhelming sensation. Her abs clench, her thighs tighten, her clit throbs beneath my tongue. I know she’s about to cum, but I can’t resist trying out a theory.
Her head snaps up when I abandon her when she’s right on the precipice. I straddle her thighs, hovering over her to dip my head down to lick one of her tasty morsels. Her nipple hardens against the roof of my mouth, her cries pick up, and when I pinch her other nipple, her entire body locks up and her screams announce to anyone with ears that she’s cum.
I give her a moment to breathe, pushing my shorts and briefs down to free my cock and balls. She blinks slowly, like she’s just waking up from a deep sleep, a slow smile on her pretty lips. “That was one.” Her eyes widen almost comically. “I want to see if you can cum just from me playing with these tasty titties.” She swallows hard, I watch enraptured as her throat works, her chest rapidly rising and falling with shallow breaths.
On my knees, I move up her body, until my cock hangs over her chest. Her eyes are riveted, studying it like it’s a new species. And to her, I guess it is. When she licks her lips and unconsciously sticks her tongue out to taste the precum flowing from my angry red tip, I drop a hand to my balls and squeeze, so I don’t cum.
In control once more, barely, I circle her left nipple with my finger, idly tracing the pebbled flesh. Bowing my back slightly, I grip the shaft of my cock to point the head down so I can run it over her right nipple. She moans, her pelvis rising with nothing to meet. Daya scowls, a determined slant to her brows, her hands shooting up to my hips. She pulls me toward her face before I realize what’s happening, and I sink just the tip into the wet warmth of her mouth.
“Fuck.” I groan, shifting back slightly only to push past her lips a little deeper. She hums with a shrug, her tongue moving fast, then slow, then fast again around me. My hands fall to the wall to hold myself up, the suction of her mouth siphoning my muscle control as well as my cum. When she releases me tosuck in a breath, I retreat to play with her tits again. She pouts, making me laugh. It falls away as her eyes close when I tap my cock against her nipple. I tease them both, wetting them with the mix of her saliva and precum. She loves to be pinched, her back bowing, thrusting her tits high in the air. She’s a greedy little thing, directing me with grunts and moans. Daya plants her feet in the mattress and spreads her legs wide. I can smell her arousal. She tries to sneak her hand between her legs, but I smack her hand away and pull both arms above her head to pin them there.
“Bad girl. You cum from my cock and fingers on your tits, or you don’t cum at all.”
“I feel…I don’t know…I feel empty.”
I start stroking in earnest, dragging the underside of my cock over her nipples, pushing the flesh of her tits together, pulling on her nipples and rifling my cock through the shallow valley it creates. A steady flush spreads from her chest up her neck to her face. Her mouth opens as her neck arches, one hand over mine as I jack my cock faster, the other smacking my thigh repeatedly. She breaks, twitching and rolling beneath me. She came from nipple stimulation… “Fuuuuck!” I groan long and low, my release slamming into me like a mac truck. Her naked chest heaves, covered in my seed. I rub it into her skin, thumbing her nipples to prolong her pleasure.
Glassy eyes, rosy cheeks, she looks up at me and smiles lazily. I lay down beside her, turning her face to mine so I can kiss her. We kiss for a long time, unhurried until our heartrates return to normal. I have no desire to move, being exactly where I belong, with her soft skin against mine, her head on my chest.
Her stomach rumbles. She grunts, burrowing into my side. When I start laughing, her head snaps up and she frowns. “Feedme,” she demands like the angry little fox she is. I tap her lips with my fingers and wink.
“I did.” Her eyes flare for just a second, before she evens out her expression.
“It obviously wasn’t satisfying.”
I’m on her before the next heartbeat. Tickling her sides, while she rolls back and forth to dislodge me, both of us laughing our asses off. She’s hella strong, but I’m stronger and bigger. “You little shit!”
Daya 11.
I love this campus. Being from the south and Florida, in particular, the changing of seasons is foreign to me. It’s so pretty! The leaves, the dip in temperature, the whole atmosphere is different. We won our last game, and the student body has been riding that high for days.
And Elijah…since we wereintimate, our dynamic has changed, and it’s noticeable in our interactions on the field. I thought we were magic before, but now, our energy just flows so naturally. We anticipate each other in a way I’ve never had with anyone I was dancing or cheering with before. I watched tape of our half-time performance, and I was on the proverbial edge of my seat waiting for what we’d do next like a spectator and not an active participant. We’re that good.
So good, I sent the footage to my parents and brother earlier this morning before class. As if on cue, my phone rings in the side pocket of my bag. I shift to pull it free and hiss when my bra rubs against my nipples. They are super sensitive now that Addy’s played with them. Like he flipped a switch or broke the seal, I crave him all the time. His mouth on my boobs, sucking and teasing, driving me mad with unbearable pleasure. I didn’t know it could be like this. Not that I thought sex was boring, I mean there’s entire industries dedicated to it, so I knew it would be good. But this is beyond good, and we haven’t had actual sexyet. To be honest, I’m not ready for it, per se, but I’m having too much fun playing with his cock. My favorite is when I have him in my mouth and he pulls on my nipples. The floodgates open and those are the best orgasms. I feel powerful when I’m servicing him.
Shoot. I got caught up thinking with my boobs and missed my parents’ call. I quickly spot a bench and move to sit as I call them back. I’m developing a one-track mind, and it isn’t going to do me any good. Thank God, he and I are dedicated students and make time for classes and studying. To be fair though, I can see how people get caught up in sex and forget the rest of their responsibilities and the world outside. Addy’s good at short-circuiting my brain until I forget we aren’t the only two people that exist.
“Hey Mom! Sorry, I couldn’t get to my phone in time.” I greet her when she answers on the first ring.
“Hey, honey. Dad’s here too.”
