Page 60 of Bad Crush
“Let’s go out tonight.”
“Fine,” I relent, mostly to shut him up so I can be on my way. “Text me the details, and Reagan and I will meet you guys there.”
He grabs my elbow to keep me from leaving. “No girls. Just the guys.”
“For serious?”
Chuckling, he nods. “For serious. Shouldn’t be hard to get away since you’re not in a love bubble.”
“What about yourlove bubble?”
“Oh, I’m still in one, but after a while, you start to remember that other people exist.”
“Whatever. Text me the details.” I shrug out of his grasp and head for the door.
“Be in the living room ready to go in an hour,” he calls after me.
Reagan is cool about it when I stop by and tell her my plans for the night. It might help that I eat her sweet pussy until she screams my name and then drop the news that I have to go out with the guys. She’s picking up her discarded clothes around the room while I resist moving from the bed.
“I was hoping you were going to throw a fit and demand I stay here,” I say and pull her down onto the bed with me. Her oh so glorious, naked body.
“No, it’s good. I’ve been neglecting my school stuff and Dakota.” She lies on top of me, her tits pressed against my chest and my dick smashed between us.
“Love bubble,” I mutter.
“What did you say? Love bubble?”
“Heath told me I was in a love bubble.”
Her mouth drops to mine, and she sucks on my bottom lip. “More like a sex bubble.”
I flip us so I’m on top. It’s so much more than sex with Reagan. She’s a hunger I can’t abate. I tease her, rubbing my cock against her clit.
“You’re going to be late,” she taunts as her eyes flutter closed and her hands come up to tweak her nipples.
“I can be fast,” I say like I’m not about to explode all over her stomach just watching her touch herself.
She grabs a condom from her dresser. While she rips the foil open, she takes my dick into her mouth and sucks.
“Not going to need the condom if you keep doing that.” A tingle runs up my spine as her sweet mouth slides down to the base one more time. Fuck me.
“Baby,” I groan.
She keeps going. Obviously, she thinks I’m joking about how close I am.
“Reagan, baby, I’m not kidding.”
She stops long enough to look me dead in the eyes and says, “I know.”
Those two words alone are almost my undoing. I run a hand through her hair, guiding her gently down the length of my cock at a faster pace.
I give her one last warning, but she keeps right on swallowing my dick as I come down her throat.
“Holy…” I can’t even finish the sentence. There are no words.
Reagan smiles proudly as she wipes her mouth. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Well, I sure as fuck hope you want to do it again sometime.” I’m a little lightheaded as I sit back, trying to catch my breath.
