Page 49 of Playing Dirty

My whole body shudders, and he stops. “Remember, no coming until I tell you.”

I groan around the thick girth of him, wishing I could speak back, but his cock is gagging me from speaking.

He spanks my ass and then continues to lick and suck me, always noticing when I’m getting close and backing off. It feels like any moment I’ll die of desperation. Shifting slightly, I slide his cock out of my mouth. “Please, I need to come,” I beg.

He growls. “Cock back in your mouth, or I won’t let you come at all.”

Grinding my teeth, I get back into position and slide his cock back into my throat. After what feels like forever of torturous pleasure, he stops when I’m so close. “I want you to come so I can lap up every drop of you.” he orders, spanking my ass at the same time. “Come for me.” And then he grazes his teeth over my sensitive clit and that’s all it takes.

I hate how responsive my body is to him as instantly I fall over the cliff edge. Every bone in my body becomes liquid and I shudder violently, screaming around his cock. Archer roars as he comes apart too, both of us finding our release at the same time. Somehow it only makes it more intense as I swallow, trying to keep up and not let any go to waste as he instructed, but there’s too much. I choke a little, shifting back so I can pull his cock out of my throat and breathe.

“Good girl,” he praises, shifting from on top of me. He stands and helps me to my feet, pulling me against him and yanking my pants and panties back up, zipping them for me, even though I could do it myself. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, and then he kisses me, the taste of my arousal on his tongue.

It’s intoxicating as I kiss him back, even while I scold myself for it.

“We’ve got some hunting to do.” He shoulders his rifle and shoves his cock back into his pants, zipping them up. “Come on.” He walks off, leaving me full of shame as I grab my rifle and rush after him.

I should have fought harder, but deep down, I enjoyed every second.

* * *

Two weeks goby without incident after our session in the woods, as I try my best to stay away from Coach and he keeps making suggestive comments, but no attempt to take me against my will again.

I tap my feet impatiently on the tile floor as I sit, freezing my ass off on poolside, waiting for Camilla to arrive. One thing I hate more than anything is tardiness, and she knows it, too.

We agreed to meet here at four o’clock. It’s now ten minutes past and my patience is wearing thin. I hear the door to the pool. “Finally!”

Camilla looks flustered as she dashes toward me. “Sorry, I was in detention with Nitkin.”

It’s one thing after another with her lately. “Not again. What did you do this time?”

Her cheeks are more flushed than usual. “I was doing my anatomy assignment in law class.”

“Does that mean you’re too sore to swim?” I ask, looking at her through narrowed eyes.

“No, he gave me an essay to write.”

Camilla is practically the color of a beetroot now and I wonder if something is going on between her and Nitkin. However, that would be ridiculous. Nitkin is a sadistic son of a bitch and Camilla doesn’t strike me as the kind of girl to be into that.

“Thank fuck for that.” I clench my jaw as I want to get in and swim now. “Get dressed.” I nod toward the changing room.

Almost the moment Camilla walks into the changing room, the door to the pool opens and Coach strides in, setting me on edge. He watches me from the other side of the pool. “Imagine seeing you here,” he says, tilting his head.

“You know I always swim every weekday after school ends.” I cross my arms over my chest. “What do you want?”

Those dark amber eyes darken as he strides toward me. A shiver racing down my spine at the darkness swirling around the usually calm and collected man.

“I want you,” he growls, grabbing my hips as if he has the right to touch me.

I swat at him, trying to push him away, but he uses one huge hand to capture them and hold me captive. “I don’t want you.”

“What happened to the good girl I was speaking to on the phone during winter break? Or the dirty little vixen who came with my cock in her mouth in the woods?”

Her eyes narrow. “I told you that changes nothing. My virginity isn’t up for grabs by you, or anyone.”

“Listen to me, Vasquez. You can play hard to get all you fucking like, but I have some information you won’t want out.”

It feels like my entire body turns numb, as the only thing I don’t want out is the fact that I’ve been betraying my family for years.

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