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I push him to his back and crawl over him. “Wanna lick?” His pupils dilate, but before he can respond, I say, “Me first.”
He huffs a short laugh and drops his head to the bed, while I pop the button on his jeans. He lifts his hips, and I slide them down his long legs. He watches as I grab the push pop, giving it slow licks while running my hand up and down his muscular thighs.
“You’re such a tease.”
I giggle before placing the pop back on the desk. Bending down, I nibble on the inside of his thigh, and he jumps, letting out a low moan. “I won't tease youallnight. I know you have a curfew.” Pulling my shirt over my head, I let it drop. He sits up, reaching for me, and runs his hands along my bra strap.
“How’d I get so lucky?”
“You learned how to play your cards right.”
“Was that a gambling joke?”
I stifle a laugh, moving back in between his legs. “Just lightening the mood.”
“You should suck my dick; that will lighten the mood.”
I slap the inside of his thigh and say, “Don’t be so crude!” as he lets out a half-laugh, half-moan.
He cups my face, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” I lean into his warm palm, turning my head to kiss it. And when he outlines my lips with his thumb, I nip it with my teeth before sucking it and twirling my tongue around it. “Noelle.” My name comes out of his mouth on a low rasp, and it turns me on.
I lean up on my knees and urge him to his back, smoothing my hands up and down his thighs, over his cock, and to his belly. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly pull them down. When his cock breaks free of the fabric, I’m right there with a kiss to his head. I slide his boxers off and grasp his shaft, running my tongue around his head, giving light nips and sucks.
“Fuck, watching you with that lollipop, I knew you’d be good at this.”
“Mmm,” I say as I continue to tease and stroke him.
He sits up, widening his legs, running his hands through my hair. “I’ve imagined you here, in between my legs, exactly like this.” I look up at him, taking him deeper, and his mouth drops open, his eyes low-lidded. “Fuck, étsi akeivós. Just like that.” His hips punch out slightly, and he reaches for my breast, squeezing and running his thumb over the lace. I lean back on my knees and continue to play with him, flicking my tongue fast over his head before taking him deep to the back of my throat. Rolling his balls lightly, I repeat the motion. His cock is so hard in my hand, the power I feel is indescribable.
He moans again, low and guttural, and I say, “Ya know, you're this insanely attractive, larger-than-life football player, and here I am, just a nosey reporter.” He smiles as I stroke him quickly. “Yet, I’m about to bring you to your knees with just a few licks.”
“Think that’s all it’s going to take?”
“I know it.” I grasp him and take his entire length, bobbing up and down, quickly following behind my mouth with my hand, stroking, sucking, and pulling. His hands fist the blankets, and his hips move in rhythm with me.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.” I continue to torture him, and he says, “Noelle, last warning.”
“Do it.” I look up at him as I take him to the back of my throat and stay there, my gag reflex threatening to appear as I feel him pulse. He grips my hair tight, I relax my throat and let him fuck my mouth. Within a moment, his back arches. He shouts, and his cock is rock hard as he comes. I swallow what I can, spit and cum dripping from my mouth as he never takes his eyes off me.
He’s breathing heavily as he reaches for his T-shirt, handing it to me and helping me wipe my face. “I needed that.”
I giggle. “Me, too.”
He pulls me up next to him on the bed, cradling me and running his hands all over me. “But now it’s my turn. Where’s that push pop?”
Laughing at his words, I crawl up the bed. “Get out of here with that. You wanted me to help you forget, so I did.”
“It is, and you did it so well.” He stands from the bed, and I admire his hard body. Perfectly toned abs, an ass meant to hang onto, and the cock I just had in my mouth? Already beginning to grow hard again. He grabs my push pop, taking the cover off and pushing it up from the bottom.
“You won’t.” I tease him. “You don't even like candy.”
“Oh, no one said I was eating it.”
His eyes have mischief oozing from them as he crawls onto the bed. “Take your shorts off, Noelle.”
“Nik!” A nervous laughter breaks out, the kind when your adrenaline starts to spike. He’s chasing me, slowly, and I don't want to get away, but his teasing nature has my insides doing flips.
“Now, Moreno.”
