Page 84 of Lovesick
My vision tunnels while my emotions swing to the highest peak before crashing back down to the ground. My nerves are buzzing, sweat is sluicing down my chest, and I’m tingling with a dizziness that compresses my brain like a lemon in a citrus press.
Another prod of my cock. “You drive me so crazy. You don’t even know the extent of the things you do to me.”
“Show me,” she commands. “Show me what I do to you.”
“Wrap your legs around me. Let me hear you scream. If I can’t have you in public, I’m taking you in private. Every. Single. Time.”
Merit’s pussy constricts around my straining shaft in silent acquiescence. She does as I say without protest, hooking her legs around the width of my torso. “I don’t know if I can take anymore.”
“Yes, you can, and you’re going to like it. You’re gonna squirt all over my hungry cock just like you did the night we first met. Remember how responsive you were, Princess? Shit, I think you’re even wetter this time around. So wet, so impatient.”
She’s almost there; I’m almost there. I’ve dreamed of falling apart with her like this.
“I want to come.Please.Please let me come,” she cries.
“Only good cum sluts get to come,” I growl lowly, grinding my hips into her, nuzzling my face between her lace-covered breasts. I nip at her nipple, catching it between my teeth before letting it go. “And I think you’ve been pretty mouthy.”
“No—no. I’m begging you. Paint my walls in cum, use me, do whatever you want to me. I’ll be your good little cum slut, I promise.”
I press a series of kisses to her tits. “There we go. Not so hard to admit, was it? I’ll never deny you, Merit.Ever.”
“Claim every inch of me as yours, Crew. I want you to leave such a deep imprint that I can feel you even when you’re not inside me. Mark your territory. Let everyone know Coach’s daughter is getting railed by the best dick on the hockey team.”
Is it embarrassing that I come before she does? I don’t know, but I do, and it’s pretty much the equivalent of a firehose. I squirt plentiful jets inside her, emptying my balls and filling her pussy just like I promised, warmth quick to coddle every erogenous zone on my deflating cock.
Merit orgasms a second afterwards, adding to the overflow of arousal that now steadily drips from the seam of her cunt. It’s going to be hell to clean up before practice tomorrow, but it’s so worth it.
Panting and spent, I collapse on top of her without giving her my full weight, wanting to stay inside her pussy for as long as possible. Liquid dribbles around the plug of my cock, puddling onto the poor, mistreated bench beneath us. I’ll never be able to look at it the same way again.
“Shit, that was incredible. I’ve never felt so full before,” she says, stroking the back of my head like I’m some giant puppy that’s fallen into her lap.
“Mmm, don’t say that,” I mumble against her neck, hugging her tight, filing this memory under my folder of favorites—which, to no surprise, has been overrun by every thought and feeling in her name. It goes without saying that there’s a lot of them.
Her chest seizes with a laugh. “Why not?”
“Because you’re already making me hard again.”
She squirms around, which only makes my dick fatten with blood. It displaces some of our leftover cum, pushing it out beneath us into an already-congealing pool.
“Again? Don’t these things have a cool-off period?”
“Have you seen yourself? That doesn’t exist when it comes to you.”
I don’t care if we go for a second round or not. I just like being here with her—away from the chaos of the world.
Merit leans forward to swipe two fingers through the mess we’ve made, holding them to the crease of my lips and demanding entry. I suck her digits into my mouth, slurping every last drop up and loving the syrupy secretion that clings to the underside of my tongue.
A smile lifts her cheeks. “Then I guess we’re just going to have to take care of that, won’t we?”
Music to any guy’s ears, except worry is a positive feedback loop in my head. As much as my body pleads for me to stop thinking so much and expend that energy elsewhere, I can’t. I slip out of her, praying that my dick will start to soften soon.
Rolling off her, I press my back against the glass. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You know, with…”
Offended, she lets out a little growl. “With what?”
I know I should sugarcoat my next set of words, but I’m kind of late to the coating. “We were skating, and then we were fucking, and it’s just a lot of vigorous activity in a short span of time.”
“Are you serious right now? I can handle it,” she insists indignantly, hurt reflected in her salt-stung eyes. Hurt that has been buried so deeply it was only a matter of time before it oxidized on the surface.
