Page 36 of Bump and Run

Her hand tugs at my belt. “Junior…” she sighs. “Do you have a condom?”

Jackpot.

“Yeah,” I answer, kissing her even harder.

Eliza pushes my jacket back and slides it off. I toss it towards the back door and she instantly reaches for my shirt, eagerly pulling it over my head and throwing it away. I move to unzip her sweater but she guides me down and straddles me, placing her hands on my chest to hold me there. She leans down, grinding even more against my hard dick and kisses my neck.

I groan, laying back as she travels down my chest. She looks up at me with those perfect, blue eyes, licking her lips as she pulls at my jeans. Laughter strikes me; happy visions of her little mouth wrapped around my cock dancing in my head.

“Damn, Eliza…” I chuckle, kicking off my shoes.

She pulls my jeans down, sliding them all the way to my ankles, along with my briefs, leaving me completely naked on the mattress. I close my eyes, waiting patiently for the moment when her kisses travel south enough to feel her hot breath skate across my throbbing head.

The door slides open and my heart stops.

“What—”

Eliza yanks the blanket out from under me, taking me by surprise as she gathers the rest of my clothes.

“Wait—!” I lunge for her but she easily slips free and steps outside into the lot. “What the hell, Ellie?”

“What kind of girl do you think I am?!” she snaps.

I reach for her again but she juts backward, baiting me into following her outside. I stay back in the van, struggling to process the situation with all of my blood still throbbing through my stiff dick. “I… don’t understand the question.”

Eliza wraps the blanket around her arm and drapes my clothes over her wrist, reaching inside my coat pocket to retrieve my keys and jiggles them at me, taunting me. “Did you think I was easy? That I’d get down on my knees after a little bit of skeeball? That I’d somehow forget how much of a narcissistic, ego-maniacal jackass you are?”

She takes several steps backward towards the quad.

“Ellie, what are you doing?”

“Something I’m honestly surprised no one has ever done to you before, just Junior,” she bites, her voice growing louder with every step she takes.

“Give me back my clothes.”

“Come and get ‘em.”

“Ellie!”

She quickens her stride, tossing her hood up to conceal her face before walking directly towards the very crowded quad.

I gesture to the blue sedan beside me. “You just going to leave your car here?”

She twists back around to grin at me. “That’s not my car. Goodnight, Junior Morgan.”

My chest sinks as she leaves me with nothing to cover myself with other than a few crappy pillows.

Well, shit.

Eliza reaches the center of the quad and drops my clothes in the grass, along with the blanket and my car keys. She abandons them, drawing a few odd looks from co-eds scattered about on the brightly-lit grass.

I heave a sigh and grab the nearest pillow before stepping outside the van.

Eliza fucking Pierce.Obviously, I underestimated her and overestimated my ability to seal the deal. I’ve never been above admitting when I’m wrong. It doesn’t happen often but I know when to bite that bullet. Tonight is definitely one of those times.

The giggles start before I even reach the grass. Fingers point, girls cackle, and guys whistle at me. I throw on my sincerest shit-eating grin, owning every step of my magnificent failure before bending over to retrieve my things.

“Lookin’ good, Morgan!”

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