Page 95 of Unleashed

“Did you forget I gave you the best sex of your life? And I’d even been celibate for a damn decade while you slept with clueless little frat boys.” Damn. He’s not wrong.

Before I can stop myself, I dig my ass into his hard-on but snap, “You think of me fucking other men? Maybe I’ll ask you to tag along after practice.”

His hard breaths cease as if I muted him, but his heart thumps against my back. He’s speechless. Two wins for me in one night. I force a yawn. “We’re done with this convo.” But I don’t want him to go. His body heat envelops me like a hug.

Oh, how stupid, you floozy.

He doesn’t move for what feels like minutes, but probably only seconds. People talking in the parking lot fill the silence. I don’t miss the silence.

I try to think of something else to argue about, to keep him talking and close, but I’ve got nothing. Damn it.

But then Greg slides his hand up the back of my leg. His touch turns me on every time, but I can’t fall for it again. He already fucked me tonight. It can’t happen anymore. I’m so fucked.

I shift my leg away from him and curl into a fetal position, trying to convey my message loud and clear. Instead, Greg scoots closer to me and cups my ass over my black shorts. I swat at his hand, but he slides his down the curve of my ass and into the junction of my leg and pussy. I plead, “Stop it. Go to sleep, Rod.”

His hand stops but then goes right to his target, and he tears at the crotch of my shorts. He doesn’t explain his audacity, but my traitor ass lifts so his fingers can tunnel into me. He strokes through the hair and caresses the slit. I argue, “No. I’m trying to sleep.”

Greg goes to my ear. “You owe me. Remember? Whenever I want.”

I swallow, fighting the urge to flip over and beg him to fuck me again. “It doesn’t work like that,” I mutter, but guilt floods me for exposing his secret to Hadley and Rhonda.

Greg pushes two fingers into me, and my hips bounce my pussy up and down. Its squeeze his fingers, needing his body more than my heart does. With his dirty talk, my two-timing cunt grows wetter, and his fingers working in and out, make squishy noises that get louder.

Almost as if in awe, Greg gasps, “Jesus. You don’t get this wet for anyone else. I know it.”

I reach behind me and push on his arm. “I took a shower.”

Greg drags his teeth over my neck. “No way. It’s because you want my dick right here.” He pushes deeper, wiggling his finger and stroking my insides. I will melt.

I bite my lip to hide a moan. Good God. I’m already halfway to coming. “Nope.”

His hot breath on my neck is hard to ignore. “I’ll slide my tongue here, then. I’ll get off on your hot taste.”

I stop breathing and concentrate on not orgasming this second. He thrusts his fingers faster, matching his breaths as I inhale. Like it has a mind of its own, my pussy strains for him to go deeper, gripping him tighter. His panting and the wet thrusts percolate in the room while I keep biting my lip. I will not come. I will not come.

Greg’s damp hair brushes against my temple as he bites my earlobe. He smells so, so good. He’s not wearing his Chrome cologne. His scent is a spicy musk scent, which I recognize as his body wash. I search my mind for turn-offs but can’t think of any. Now, even my brain is betraying me.

In my ear, Greg whispers, “Roll over before I do it for you.” If I do, I’m fucking done for, and I’ll come. I can’t. I need to protect my heart.

I keep my panting to slow, deep breaths. “No.”

Greg slides his fingers out of me, and I almost grab his hand to put his fingers back. I’m such a needy, confused whore. Next to my ear, he makes sucking noises. When I look at him, he’s licking his fingers. Even in the dark, I feel his brown eyes on me as he sucks me off them with a moan.

I turn back and pull my arms against my chest. “Okay. Enjoy. Goodnight.” Fuck.

I steady my breathing while Greg laughs darkly, and it sends chills up and down my damn spine. “Huh-uh.” Greg kneels up beside my legs.

I look up at him, but I only see his outline. I take too long trying to see him, so when he hovers over me and pushes me onto my back, I’m dumbstruck. I try to flip back over, but Greg’s fingers land on my waist, feeling around before he reaches into my waistband and yanks down my shorts and underwear. I kick, but he leans against my knees as he works my shorts.

Frantic, I whisper, “No. I’m done tonight, Rod.”

He shakes his head in the dark. “I’m not.” Then he mutters, “I’m never done with you.”

“I have a class in the morning. Please don’t.” My God. Please do, as long as I don’t come.

Greg pries my legs apart, but he doesn’t have to try that hard. Queen of the Sluts, table for one. A guy or two I slept with called me a slut after fucking me. It’s not a splendid feeling. The air hits my wet pussy, and I try, but not really, to close my legs. He leans between them to lick my stomach, swirling his tongue around my gold hoop naval ring. He tugs on it with his teeth and dips his tongue into my belly button. Not convincing anyone, I whisper, “Don’t.”

“Just like how I asked you not to tell anyone?”

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