Page 29 of The Comeback

“Yessss,” I hiss as I attempt to remain upright. I want to lock the door and forget about class. I want to be surrounded by him and never come up for air. Each filling and stretching of my walls drives me wild until I’m putty in his hands.

“It’s been a minute.”

As he repeatedly thrusts deep inside me, I arch into his movements. “It feels too good to stop.” Every inch of my flesh is on fire, like I’m dangling over a volcano.

“I guess I win.” He withdraws his fingers, and I snap my eyes open.

Oh, hell, no.

“What? Is there a problem?” He grabs the waistband of my leggings, dragging them down my thighs, and drops to his knees.

Shit. I glance around the room. What if…. His mouth feasts on my sex. “Oh, fuck.”

My thighs shake, and I grab his head, keeping him right where it feels the best as quivers roll along my belly and goosebumps dot every inch of my skin.

And I watch everything in the mirror. It’s hotter than I even expected. It’s scorching.

He leans back and stares into my eyes as he fucks my pussy with two fingers. The sound of his digits slipping in and out of my juices is music to my ears. “Oh, fuck!” I gasp, and convulsions rip through me, dragging me over the edge and into oblivion.

“Two minutes.” That cocky grin comes back. He stands and sucks on his fingers as I hastily return my clothing to their rightful positions before the first student arrives, and I go straight to hell.

He grabs the back of my head. “I’ll have to do better next time.” The second his mouth claims mine; I taste the scent of my sex mingling with the mint on his tongue.

Oh, God, I’m in so much trouble if this gets better. I’ll follow him anywhere.

Chapter Fifteen

Weston

The backyard of Charlotte’s friend’s house is filled with partygoers. There’s a lighted 20’x40’ inground pool with neon beach balls, inner tubes, and floating lights skimming along the water’s edge.

People in beachwear mill around chatting, standing by the overloaded buffet, and splashing in the pool. They even have a built-in hot tub, an outside kitchen, and a fire pit.

“Are you okay?” Charlotte curls her hand around my arm and lays her head on my bicep.

“Yes, I’m good.” I kiss her forehead, and she smiles up at me. All it takes is one glance, and I’m a churned-up mess. Why did I fight dating her for so long?

I spend every second of the day thinking about her. Even when I’m at practice, I can’t get her out of my head. At one point, I thought Coach Rowland would call me on it because I missed a snap, but it was my only mistake of the day. I didn’t miss another assignment.

“I was worried you’d be uncomfortable not knowing anyone.”

“I know you.” I could stare at her for hours. It’s insane.

“Yes, you do.” She maneuvers in front of me with her arms around my neck. “I missed you today.”

“What did you miss?”

“Your skilled hands. Mostly.” She waggles her eyebrows. “And your tongue.”

“How long do you need to stay to keep up appearances?” I run my hands along her back, relishing the opportunity to caress her flesh. There are definite advantages of attending a pool party in July. And one of them is the tiny neon pink bikini she’s wearing.

“How long have we been here?”

“I don’t know.” I press my lips together. A guy in the pool is looking at us. I narrow my eyes. Is he trying to figure out who I am, or is he looking at her ass?

My jaw flexes as I let her go. Where did she put that bikini cover? “I think we’ve been here long enough.”

“Oh, no, you haven’t. You’re not leaving yet.” A blonde woman with long hair and a wide smile places a hand on each of our upper arms, holding us in place. “I’m Tara, and you must be Weston.”

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