Page 54 of Bump and Run

Junior travels up my body, slathering his tongue across my navel and breasts to taste even more of me.

I melt under his heat, still barely breathing and buzzing from head to toe. I cup his face as soon as I can reach it and pull him to me steal a hard kiss from him.

“Ellie,” he sighs, my scent on his breath. “Let me inside of you…”

I look down, feeling his cock brushing between my thighs, already rock hard again and dripping with desire. Wet heat radiates from me and I imagine what that thick shaft feels like thrusting in and out of me but I silently shake my head.

Junior’s hand slides into his pocket and he pulls out a small package — square and flat between his fingers. A condom.

“No—” I breathe, grabbing his hand.

He crushes his lips against mine and I taste the begging passion on his tongue. It nearly pushes me over the edge and my fingers quake around his, so tempted to just let him rip that wrapper open and take what he wants.

“Junior, wait…”

He leans up and balances on his arms. “Ellie…” He says my name with that animal growl; the one that sends shivers down my spine. “You said your pussy was a loser-free zone. We won tonight.”

“I know,” I say, taking back control. I slide away from him into a sitting position. “But one win doesn’t make you a winner. It could have been a fluke, just a lucky break.”

A playful darkness clouds his eyes. “Ellie…”

“Win next week’s game and I’ll let you fuck my brains out.”

“That’s not fair.”

“I’ll make it worth your while, Junior,” I argue, filling my voice with seduction. “Or would you rather go back to fucking dumb sorority girls again? Sure, they’ll bend over for you after a wink and a smile but something tells me that just won’t do it for you anymore. Am I right?”

He hesitates. Good.

“Okay,” he says, his eyes smiling. “We win next week’s away game and I want you in my bed wearing nothing but high heels and red lipstick by the time I get back.”

“That can be arranged.” I smile back at him and hold my ripped blouse closed. “That won’t be so hard, will it?”

“Wrong choice of words,” he mutters, glancing down at the kickstand still stiff between his legs.

I chuckle. “I think you’ll survive.”

Junior stuffs junior back into his briefs and pulls his pants up. “One week…”

“That’s all… assuming you win, of course.”

“Oh, we will,” he says, his eyes falling down my body again. “I have pretty good incentive.”

I smile at him, taking deep and slow breaths to keep myself from falling to little pieces.

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