Page 60 of The Quarterback Sneak

“Five thousand dollars a pop.” I say it simply, because Honey and I have never lied to each other. That’s not part of our relationship.

She cocks a brow, but no surprise registers on her face. “That’s generous for Jamie. Let’s get you that money.”

Without another word, she rakes her hands through my hair, pulling my head back. I grit my teeth, biting back the moan because I like the tingling pain she’s causing. She directs my face to her neck, coaxing me to graze my nose against her supple skin, and all I smell is her sweet flowery perfume. I’m getting drunk on everything Honey, but there’s no way I will fulfill her request.

She grapples with my hair a little harder when she feels my hesitation. “Please,” she whispers against my ear. “Do this for me.” How the hell am I supposed to say no to that? I want to touch her; she wants me to touch her, but it doesn’t feel like the right place to do it.

She swipes her tongue across my earlobe, and my dick twitches. I kiss her gently on the neck, whispering into the skin, “Not like this. Not here.”

Pushing her body against mine, she’s not taking no for an answer, and I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold out.

“Honey,” I drawl in warning, but she ignores me, and one of her hands moves from my hair down to my chest.

“I know you want this too. I can feel it.” Her hand moves to my belt. “Let’s add another five grand to your earnings.”

Her fingers graze the fabric of my pants, and that’s when I lose control. I swipe my tongue out, licking the length of her neck and tasting the sweet honey of her skin. “I’ll get you off,” I whisper, and she squeals.

She’s not getting what she’s expecting, but I’ll make sure this isn’t something she regrets later.

Pushing her back against the door, I drape my body over hers and pin her in place. It’s a clear sign I’m the one calling the shots now. I run my hand up her thigh and wrap her leg around my hip.

She uses her hands to direct me back to her lips and kisses me with full force. Now that I’ve given her the okay, nothing is holding her back. I feel the same hunger and need that I did the night at her party, and I can’t wait to watch her come apart.

Pushing my hips into her, I drag my hard length against her center. I may not be able to feel how wet she is with the fabric between us, but she’ll know exactly how she makes me feel. A little breathy moan escapes her mouth, encouraging me to move faster.

“Zach.” She sighs, dropping her head against the door as she moves rhythmically against my dick. We’ve officially skated past the point of appropriate for fake dating, and I should have held my resolve, but my brain is too clouded with Honey to care.

Slowly, I snake my hand to her ribs, where my thumbs edge the underside of her breasts. She pushes her chest out, and I move my hands to rest on her fabric-covered breasts. When she moans my name, I gently squeeze.

What the fuck are we doing?

Backing away isn’t an option anymore since I can’t seem to stop my dick from rubbing against her hot, warm panties. She feels so good, and my mind drifts to possibilities of what we could do if she wasn’t Honey and I wasn’t me.

With her eyes closed, a small smile warms her face, so I don’t stop. I slowly and methodically rub my body against hers the way I would if we were naked.

Small droplets of sweat coat her brow, her eyes crinkle shut, and she gets a little breathy. I like the way she looks, so I work my hips faster, banging her against the door as she moans. Anyone on the other side can hear us now, but I couldn’t care less, because all I’m focused on is watching Honey’s face crack.

She takes a little breath in and stops.

Her legs clamp down a little tighter.

She bites her bottom lip.

Another breathless whisper of my name.

She’s so close. When her hands clutch at my shoulders, I know she’s there.

“Zach, I think I’m…” That’s all she has to say. I bang my fist against the door beside her head, working myself faster and harder, drilling her into the wood with every pump of my hips.

She drops her bottom lip, and her brows cross. Her body stiffens underneath me for a split second before bucking.

I hold myself against her, letting her take everything she wants from me. Watching her come has to be one of the best experiences of my life.

She doesn’t open her eyes right away, but as her face softens and her hands unclench, the reality of what we did starts to settle in. When she drops her leg, I step back, concerned that I’ll try and take this further.

I just dry-humped Honey Sanderson in the janitor’s closet of our school. Not only does that mean we need to have a major discussion after this, but there’s serious potential I’m risking my scholarship if we get caught.

Then I rake my eyes across Honey’s serene face, knowing I wouldn’t take any of it back. Honey needed that. She needed to feel something, and I needed to be the one to make her feel it.

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