Page 54 of The Wallflower and the Running Back

“Very, very good, Logan,” she hums, her thumbs hooking in the band of her shorts. She slides them down her hips and I realize only then that she’s not wearing any panties. She’s completely bare. Fuck me.

Fuck me now.

“Come here.” I call her with a finger, my other hand wrapped around my cock, which I have now completely pulled out of my shorts.

Rachel takes long, languid steps toward me, and I run my fingers through her wet folds the second she’s within reach. She steadies herself with her hands on my shoulders and I let go of myself to grab her ass and pull her close enough to take her nipple in my mouth. My fingers sink into her soft, warm pussy and she moans. Her head falls back at one point and her hands clutch my shoulders.

I brace myself when she steps back, leaning toward my night stand to grab a condom, but she grabs my wrists and shakes her head.

“Uh . . .” my brow hitches up.

“Trust me?” She throws that ask back at me, and while I do, I’m not quite sure I trust myself to pull out before we risk something.

I give a hesitant nod, and Rachel bends forward, her hands grabbing at my waistband. She tugs my shorts and boxers down to let my cock spring free. Before I have time to question anything else, she drops to her knees and takes me deep in her mouth.

“Oh fu-uck.” My words stutter as my breath is knocked out of my chest from the feel of her lips wrapped round my cock. My hands sink into her hair as she sucks me, sliding her mouth up and down. I start to work my hips, careful not to push too deeply, and Rachel moans with her full mouth.

“Your mouth is almost as good as your pussy,” I say a second before her lips let go with a popping sound. Her hand wraps around my shaft and she strokes me a few times, looking up with raw, swollen lips and a pleased grin on her face. She runs her thumb over my tip and I feel myself flex in her grip.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she says, and I swear with those words on her lips I’m in danger of doing it right now in her palm.

“Yes, please,” I say, my voice vibrating with my racing pulse.

“Stand up,” she commands, and I’m quick to obey.

Stepping out of my shorts and boxers, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to my bed. Rachel aligns herself with me, one hand on my hip while she grabs my cock with her other. She strokes me a few more times before glancing up to stare at me with her big, blue eyes while my dick slides into her mouth.

“Goddamn, are you beautiful,” I say, triggering a smile that forces her lips to tighten and move. I wrap her hair around my hand and hold her head in place, then rock my hips, fucking her mouth until she whimpers every time my tip hits the back of her throat. She pulls back for air a few times but always comes back, her tongue teasing my tip, drinking my pre-cum until I’m unable to hold back any longer.

My breathing grows more ragged, and Rachel braces both hands on my hips, pulling me in and out, guiding me so I’m not afraid to be rough. I push in as far as her mouth will take me, and my pumps become faster and harder until, finally, I fill her mouth with my semen. She’s so full with me that she has to wipe her chin as she falls back on her heels, swallowing with a proud grin.

I fall back on the bed, my head suddenly light and my chest soaring with euphoria.

“Fuck, that was good,” I say, my arms out to the sides and breath still panting.

I lift my chin as she stands, her naked curves teeming with the need to be touched.

“Come here. Let me please you,” I say, holding up a hand but staying on my back.

She shimmies toward me, placing one knee on the bed then straddling me. I slide down as my hands grab her ass and move her so she’s directly above my mouth, and without pause I drag my tongue along the length of her folds, stopping at her swollen click and sucking her tender skin in.

“Oh, my God, Logan!” Her hands flatten against the wall and her legs quake, so I grip her thighs and ass harder.

“Hold still, Shortcake,” I say, retracing my path down and up again, each time flicking her clit with my tongue and causing tiny cries of pleasure to fall from her lips.

I push my tongue inside her, pumping her with it a few times before falling back into the pattern from before, and soon her hips begin to rock. She glides against my mouth, writhing above me as my tongue circles her center and dips inside.

“Loga—” She can’t finish my name when the first wave comes. I hold her open and on me as I cover her pussy with my mouth and suck and lick through every pulse. She hums the word please over and over, her hands sliding down my wall and eventually grabbing hold of my hair, and I drink in her taste.

When the quakes finally stop, she shifts so her head is on my chest, her hair stuck to my skin. I tickle her arm softly for several minutes until she finally adjusts her head and peers into my eyes. I tuck my chin and smile at her.

“Too bad you can’t bring me into your test like a study guide,” she jokes.

I laugh hard and gaze up at the ceiling, remembering the look on her face as she took me in her mouth. So sexy and so trusting. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be so completely owned by someone in my life.

“I don’t think they’d allow you in the test room,” I laugh out, again tucking my chin to meet her eyes.

“Cuz I’m naked?” she teases.

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