Page 52 of Bump and Run

Twelve

Eliza

Junior grabsmy hand and pulls me down the sidewalk, not caring at all who might see him do it.

Luckily, the campus is so full of life that no one seems to notice or care as we bound towards the parking lot across the quad. His fingers are wrapped so tightly around mine that I feel my blood pounding in my fingertips. It’s almost as if he’s scared I’ll back out at the last moment and I feel a twinge of satisfaction knowing how badly he wants this.

I don’t hesitate for a second after he slides his van door open. I step inside and he follows me in. The door isn’t even closed all the way before I feel his hands on my body, lying me down onto my back. He kisses me; hard and fast, sucking and nibbling at my lips until I feel pain while he pushes my sweater off my shoulders.

I reach below his belt to rub his growing bulge, drawing a grunt from the back of his throat. “Lie back,” I say, sitting up and guiding him down.

He moves without question but keeps his hands on me to make me straddle him. His hardness presses between us as he pulls me closer, taking more kisses off my lips as we grind our bodies together.

Sweat breaks on my brow and the windows fog from our heaving breaths. I reach for his belt, sliding it free with both hands and pushing through his zipper to claim the prize I’ve wanted since the moment I first touched him in the locker room. I feel his veins pulsing along the shaft and I lick his lips in anticipation as I squeeze him in my palm.

“Fuck, Ellie…”he groans, furrowing his brow.

I slide along his muscled torso, feeling his fingers burrow deep into my hair as I move downward. My senses soar, pushing me higher and harder than I’ve ever felt in my life. I’ve never wanted to taste a man so badly before; to feel his hand on the back of my head as I suck him dry; to hear the sharp, raspy breaths on his lips while I torture him. Every piece of me throbs for him and I want to give him everything he wants.

I pull his pants down his thighs, revealing his stiff cock. I try to remove them completely but Junior lunges forward, grabbing my hands to stop me.

“Let’s leave the pants on this time…” he says.

I laugh and release him, leaving his belt wrapped around his lower thighs. “Whatever you want…”

“I want…” He reaches for my arms and pulls me back up to his lips. His kiss is firm and true — like it’s the first one we’ve ever had. “I want these lips wrapped around my cock. I want to paint that little, pink tongue a bright shade of white…”

I moan at his words. They charge me, fueling an even greater thirst for him to do just what he says. I pull away from his kiss, slowly stroking his shaft with one hand as I drift down to it with open lips. I rub his tip, swirling the drops of pre-cum with my thumb and his body trembles beneath me.

Just one taste and my tongue erupts at his flavor. I suck softly on his tip, teasing him as his hand grips my hair again. His hand flexes, squeezing with eager intensity.

He wants me to take him deeper. He wants to feel himself push into the back of my throat but I stay on the tip with curling lips. I’ll let him writhe and beg for it first.

I work him slowly, taking my time to memorize the taste of his skin and what areas send the biggest shock through his system. I flick and rub and encircle him until I sense the impatience in his hips. I widen my mouth and force him back as far as I can press him before my reflex reacts.

“Holy shit—”

His body tenses and his groans push me further, building my confidence to keep him in the back of my throat just a little bit longer. As I pull him out, his fist strengthens to hold me in place.

“I want to fuck that little mouth, Ellie,” he whispers, stroking my hair.

I drag my nails up his body and he twitches at the pain I bring him. My lips start to numb but I keep at it, determined to rock him until he explodes.

I salivate even more just thinking about him coming all over my tongue. I’ve wanted it since I first felt his cock on my fingertips. If my father didn’t show up right then, I can’t be sure I wouldn’t have dropped to my knees in that locker room and let him do as he pleases to mylittle mouth.

Junior squeezes my hair so tightly, I fear he might pull it out. The pain blends with pleasure inside of me and I moan for him, taking him even deeper inside until I can’t anymore.

“Ellie, lie down.”

He slides out of my mouth and moves me down onto my back. I grip his cock as he drifts closer and I stroke him harder and faster, watching as his eyes roll back the farther I push him. He shifts, bringing his groin as close to my face as possible.

“Open your mouth,” he whispers, taking hold of his hard rod and pointing it at my raw lips.

I open wide, eager to catch every drop of him.

“Don’t swallow yet,” he adds, reaching his peak. “I want to see it on your tongue…”

He grunts loudly and I feel his tip pulse and his warm desire tickles my taste buds. Thick streams spray into my mouth, filling me with his salty flavor and I can’t help but moan for more of it. I keep it gathered on my tongue, just like he wants, and I lap and suck at him until he’s given me all he has.

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