Page 13 of Bump and Run

I snap out of it. “Huh? No—”

“Come on, Ellie.” Junior stands up a little taller, his hooded eyes calling every bluff I have in me. “I can tell you want to. Just do it.”

My lungs take quick, shallow breaths, never quite satisfied with the thick, locker room air. I reach out, pointing one finger, and slowly trace it over his abs.

He flexes against my touch, protruding them even more and I can’t help but suck in my bottom lip.

“Ellie,” he chuckles.

I twitch. “What?”

“I wasn’t talking about my abs.”

My eyes jump to his and he smirks as he pulls the white towel away.

I gasp silently at his reveal, bewitched by the stunning V-shape trailing down to his package.

My mouth waters. A bolt of pleasure tingles my spine.

Junior Morgan is hung like a fucking horse.

“Touch it,”he says again, holding a hard, demanding tone.

I lick my lips and my fingers move on instinct, drawing a line down his dripping happy trail. I pause to admire his Adonis belt again but that only whips up a mental image of my tongue gliding over it and I can practically taste the clean shower water on his skin.

I swallow and look up at him again as my fingertips reach the base of his rock hard cock.

Junior leans forward and places both hands on the locker behind my head, trapping me between them. “Don’t worry. It won’t bite,” he teases. “Well... it might spit.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing. I watch him as I let my finger crawl up his base, following the trail of pulsing veins along his shaft.

His brown irises twitch softly and a sharp inhale invades his nose. I like it. I like how much desire he breathes from a single touch and I want to hear it over again and again.

I reach the head of his penis and I pause, holding back my own needs in favor of prolonging his.

Junior growls softly, just barely audible behind his breath. “Ellie...” He steps forward until his wet chest presses against me and I feel his hot breath rush past my face. “You see what you do to me?”

I nod.

He leans closer and I feel his lips brush my cheek. “Do I do the same to you?”

“Eliza?”

I jolt at the sound of my father’s booming voice. “Oh, fuck!” I whisper.

I slide to the floor and crawl away from Junior, bolting around the bench to hide behind the lockers out of sight.

Junior follows me, calm as ever, as he wraps his towel back around his waist. “What are you doing?”

“Eliza, are you in here?”my father calls from the doorway.

“Hiding.”

Junior smirks with confusion, lowering his voice to meet mine. “Why?”

“Because if he finds me here, then I’m in deep shit.”

“But you came in here looking for him...”

---