Page 84 of The Bro-code

If I’m doing this, I’m doing it right, and I swallow every last drop he gives me as his warmth coats my tongue over and over.

I slow my movements, sucking gently as he comes down from his high, my eyes still fixed on his face.

He blinks a couple of times, caressing my jaw with gentle fingers as his breathing evens out.

“If we don’t win tonight,” he chuckles, helping me back up. “I think our team is totally doomed.”

“Why? Did I do it wrong?” I ask as he pulls me to his chest.

“Wrong? Bay, that was the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had.”

Heat rushes to my face at the intense look in Jagger’s eyes. He really means it.

“Really?” I giggle, totally fishing for compliments.

“I think you’ve totally ruined blowjobs for me from now on. There’s only one problem.”

When I ask him what it is, his answer makes me burst with pride.

“I don’t think I want anyone else to do this with me before a game.”

Our mouths are close, his big hand is tilting my head as he closes the distance between us.

“To tell you the truth,” he whispers before kissing me, “I didn’t even want anyone else since we kissed.”

As his mouth owns mine, Jagger’s hands find the backs of my thighs and he lifts me, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his hips.

“Now it’s your turn,” he says, pulling on my bottom lip with his teeth. “Are you gonna come all over my cock?”

“I really want to, but you just came—holy shit.” I gasp, when he pushes me against the tiled wall of the shower, thrusting his hips to show me that he’s rock hard again. “Maybe I haven’t done such a good job if you recovered that quickly.” I joke.

“I’m twenty-two and in the best shape I’ll ever be, Bay. It doesn’t take me long to recover, especially when my girl is as hot as you.”

His words are what my bruised ego needs to hear and hearing Jagger call me “his girl” turns me on even more. I know I shouldn’t mistake his possessive tone for anything other than lust. He made it clear that we’re friends with benefits, and that’s what I want too. I just need to make sure I don’t confuse the orgasms with something they’re not.

Having a boyfriend didn’t work out for me. All I have to show for a three year relationship with my ex is just a broken heart, a wounded ego and sexual frustration. Do I miss the feeling of being together against the world? Of having someone who would protect me even if I didn’t need it, just because he cared? I’m not gonna lie to myself, I do. That was nothing but an illusion, that much is clear after how things ended.

So I’ll take having a partner who loves to get me off over and over, rather than one who will take care of his own needs and fall asleep leaving me wanting.

I don’t say any of that to Jagger, banishing every thought of my ex.

“Prove it,” I challenge him. “But don’t get disappointed if it doesn’t happen… you know a lot of girls can’t get off unless you do other stuff.”

“Yeah?” he searches my eyes with his. “If you don’t feel ready to go all the way?—”

I do. I’m just scared that last night was a fluke.

“You said you want to be my rebound, right? Then fuck me, Jagger. I haven’t been with anyone but my ex since freshman year, and I have it on excellent authority that the only way to truly get over someone is to get under someone better.”

He thrusts his hips, rubbing his hard shaft over my lace covered slit. “That sounds fucking wise,” he chuckles. “Who said that?”

“I did,” I beam. “That’s what I told my sister last year when I convinced her to rebound.”

He laughs. “Are you talking about the auction dates?”

“I am, but I think we’ve talked enough. Less talking, more fucking, Jagger.”

“Damn,” he chuckles. “I like the way you think, Miss Woods. You’re just a little overdressed for what I have in mind…”

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