Page 62 of Bump and Run

I keep the sheet in place with a tight grip while he guides me to his desk.

“Ellie…” he whispers. “Tell me what went through your mind that day in the locker room.”

I sigh, remembering how he used my father to get me to go out with him. “I thought, ‘what a manipulative jackass.’”

Junior laughs and reaches for his shirt collar. “Before that…” He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his bare, muscled torso. “I want to know what you were thinking when it was just the two of us…”

I breathe deep as his hands reach for his belt. My heat spikes and I wait to see more of that rigid V-shape traveling down his body.

He stops the zipper halfway down. “Ellie…” His hand nudges my chin, drawing my eyes up to his. “It’s just the two of us here now. I want you to remember how you felt back then. I want that girl...” He leans forward and slides his lips over my cheek. “The one that quivered against me. The one that touched me with shaking fingers. I want that girl in my bed tonight.”

Phantom shower steam fills my lungs and my brow breaks out in the thick, humid air. Junior pushes the zipper the rest of the way and I look down to watch him slide his pants to the floor.

He stands before me, naked and aroused, just like that day in the locker room and my body responds just like it did before.

“Ellie…” he whispers. “Do you see what you do to me — what you still do to me?” I nod, knowing what he’ll ask me next. “Do I still do the same to you?”

My grip on the sheet loosens but I don’t drop it yet. “Yes…”

He leans forward, pinning me against his desk. “I wanted to take you then,” he admits. “I wanted to hold you against the locker and—” He crushes his lips on mine. I sigh into the kiss, melting like crazy for him. He pulls away with closed eyes, holding back. “Did you want me, too?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He kisses me again, this time harder and firmer. “I felt your touch on me for hours. I couldn’t shake it. I needed it.”

My fingers twitch on their own and they wrap around his hard cock. He inhales sharply and cups my face, digging his fingers into my cheeks as he massages our tongues together. I stroke him slowly, imagining what his thickness will feel like when he’s finally inside.

“Tell me again what you told me last week,” he whispers with baited breath. “What you said I could do to you if we won.”

“I said…” My lips shake. “I said you could fuck my brains out.”

He smiles. “You want it, don’t you?”

I nod, practically falling apart against him.

“Say it.”

“Yes,”I answer. “I want you to fuck my brains out.”

Junior reaches for the sheet and pulls it from my weak grasp.

My skin bleeds warmth. His touch shocks my system, firing ripples of pleasure across my skin wherever his fingers graze me. I lay his cock against my folds and he groans for it.

“Let me inside of you, Ellie,” he says, barely letting his lips leave mine as he speaks. He reaches down my open knees and I raise them up to embrace his hips. “I want to feel what it’s like… just for a second.”

I bite my lip, hesitating while my body betrays reason. Everything throbs; a constant, sexual metronome of heat and desire that I can’t control. I look down at his huge cock in my hand, thinking I’m in total control but I’m not. His bare skin on mine. His raw, animal nature taking over me. The temptation is more than I can stand.

Just for a second.

I guide him down to align us and I keep my eyes on him as I guide his cock inside. The pleasure is instantaneous, igniting more lust than I’d ever thought possible before.

My entire body twitches as he pushes in as far as he can go. I want him to thrust me but he fights the desire to.

His nails dig into my hips, nearly breaking my skin. The pain teases my core and my throbbing intensifies. My body nears climax already, forced to the edge by just one fill of him.

He lets go of me and steps back to pull himself out, exhaling a hard breath from the bottom of his lungs.

I moan at the perfect sensation of him moving in me and I’d do anything to feel it just one more time. There’s temptation in his eyes to keep fucking me but he spins around and walks over to his bedside table instead.

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