Page 53 of Topping the Jock
Me:On my way.
Montgomery Adams was bad for me.Sodamn bad. But I couldn’t stop myself from giving in to the temptation and heading over to his house anyway.
He opened the door, and we fell into each other’s arms. Kissing. Groping. He tugged me toward his room, and we collapsed together on his bed, stripping out of our clothes.
“Congrats on your win tonight,” I murmured against his neck, as I stroked his hard cock.
A raspy chuckle left him, as did a soft moan. “Celebrating in bed with you is perfect.”
Yeah. He was bad for me, and I was sure I’d get burned in the end if emotions ever got involved. But if I kept it strictly sexual between us, it wouldn’t be so bad. Right?
“Fuck me, Quinn,” Monty panted, wiggling his ass as I teasingly glided a finger across his hole.
“Where’s that tie?” I asked, as I pecked kisses along his chiseled chest.
“Ah, fuck. You were serious?” Monty smirked, and I felt his dick get even harder in my hand. “It’s on the dresser.”
After grabbing it, I returned to the bed and pinned his arms above his head. I looped the tie around his wrists and fastened it to the bars on his headboard. Then I gave it a gentle tug, making sure it wasn’t too tight.
“See?” Monty said with a laugh. “You’re kinky.”
“This isn’t kinky. It’s just to make sure you stay in place like a good boy while I fuck you.” I couldn’t help but smile when meeting his gaze.
Truth be told, he’d been spot-on when he’d said I got off on control in bed. But mainly just with him. It was my own strange way of getting the upper hand on him for the years of bullying. But no matter how hard I tried to treat him like nothing but a hole for me to fuck and toss aside, I kept coming back for more. Kept staring into his warm brown eyes and thinking stupid mushy shit, like how I’d never seen anyone more beautiful than him, never felt such a strong connection to anyone else.
Since he was tied up, I decided to tease him first.
I sucked his cock and fingered his ass, bringing him close to the edge before stopping. Then I did it again. And again. Each time his thighs started to quiver, I’d release his cock and pull my fingers away, leaving him sexually frustrated.
“You’re killin’ me here, Specks,” he said, breathing heavily and releasing frustrated groans. His cock arched between his legs, the tip pink and swollen from all the attention I’d given to it. “Is it possible to die from edging? ’Cause it feels like it.”
“Oh, like this?” I gripped his base and slowly slid the tip of his cock into my mouth.
He whimpered as I swirled my tongue across his slit. “Quinn. Please.”
Taking mercy on him, I settled between his legs and put on a rubber. Triumph gleamed in his eyes as I rubbed the head of my cock across his opening. I pushed forward and broke through the tight ring of muscle, entering him nice and slow.
“Fuck,” he said with a groan, tilting his head back.
I bent and nipped at his exposed throat as I shoved in deeper. Being inside Monty felt so right. One of the rightest things I’d ever felt. He pulled against his restraint, and I smiled at his irritated expression.
“Dammit, I wanna touch you,” he whined.
“Too bad.” I thrust harder into him, making the headboard thump against the wall.
With his arousal already super high, it didn’t take long for him to come. My hand on his cock helped with that too. Soon, he was a panting mess beneath me, and as his orgasm slammed into him, he cried out so loud his voice cracked.
I buried my face against his neck as I came not long after, my whole body quaking from the force of it. I undid his wrists after the last ripple of pleasure left me. Right when his arms were free, Monty threw them around me and pulled me down to the mattress beside him.
“Don’t you even think of getting up and leaving,” he whispered against my cheek, holding me closer.
I was… conflicted. For the past few days, I had banged him, then left. Because cuddling led to talking, which led to so much more. Like pesky emotions that I didn’t need.
“Monty…” I attempted to sit up.
“Please?” His hold on me tightened. “Just for a few minutes.”
I detected a trace of sadness in his voice.
