Page 66 of The Quarterback Sneak

With his hands cupping my face, he leans down, kissing me sensually before nipping my lower lip and tugging at it. I smile into the kiss, and he takes that as his cue to dive in further. We’ve made out plenty of times before, and I’ve always felt those tingles that start in your toes, building their way up your body. Tonight is different, though. Because tonight, we’re sitting on a bed and have agreed we can do more.

His fingers stretch across my back, reaching for the zipper of my dress. I’m already hot, wet, and horny thinking about where this will go.

He flicks his tongue across mine in a teasing gesture, then my body takes over. I grab his shoulders and dig my nails in. He finally draws my zipper down, and I shiver as the cold air hits my warm skin.

After dragging the fabric down my body, he leaves it pooling around my hips. I’m left in a black strapless bra and matching thong. He takes his time looking me over, and I let him. I push my chest out, feeling confident when I see the heat behind his eyes. I’m doing that. Me. When our eyes connect, I arch my back and unhook my bra, moving it out of the way so he can see all of me.

“So fucking hot,” he purrs.

“This is just sex,” I reiterate, more to remind myself than him. It’s just sex.

“Just sex.” He nods as I toy with the hem of his shirt, then he helps me lift the fabric and tosses it in the corner.

Zach’s chest… I’ve seen it before, but never towering over me. His body is ripped with muscle and painted in bruises. My hands graze across his discolored skin, and he doesn’t flinch from the touch.

“Are these all from football?” I ask. He places his palm over my hand and applies pressure as we move across the ridges of his torso.

“More from practice than games. In games, the players have to protect me.” No wonder he hates South Point. Gripping Zach’s chest, I push him off me, and force him to roll onto his back. Resting his head on the headboard, he watches as I prowl over his body, kissing every bruise, no matter how faint it is. As my lips touch his skin, his breath hitches, and I smile, liking I’m the one who’s doing that to him.

One of his hands cups my breast, thumbing my nipple as I get to work. I’m already wet for him, but after seeing the bruises caused by his teammates, I want to show him we aren’t all that bad. His hand moves down my body, leaving a trail of burning desire. He hooks his thumb under my thong and as he starts to remove it, I stop him because I don’t want him making this all about me like last time. I want to take matters into my own hands.

Zach watches me with a deft glare as I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. “Lift up.” He follows my orders, lifting his hips, and I pull his jeans down to his knees.

This is it. The thin black fabric of Zach’s boxers is the only thing separating us from the point of no return. Licking my lips, I dive right in.

“Oh, god,” he groans when my hand grazes across his boxers. I can feel the thickness of his hard cock, and I love knowing I’mthe one doing that to him. My fingers slip under the waistband, and I pull the fabric down before he can object.

He takes in a sharp breath as his dick springs out. Hard, thick, and huge, I can’t believe the audacity of this dick. “You’re so much thicker than Jamie,” I say wide-eyed, without thinking. “And longer.”

I wrap my hands around his length, noting that my fingers don’t touch. Maybe I need to rethink this whole sex agreement. I’m not sure I can handle that.

“Yeah,” Zach drawls with a clenched jaw. “If we’re going to do this, you can’t mention Jamie while you’ve got your hand around my cock.”

“Sorry.” I don’t bother looking at him, too enthralled with how his cock feels as I pump it slowly in my hands. I brush my thumb across the precum, then swipe it down the length for lubrication. He feels so good in my hands.

“Yeah, I’m not going to need long,” he groans.

I give him a little smile before licking the rim of his cock. Zach grimaces and brings his hand to my face, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. The way he looks at me makes me feel sexy and confident, something I never felt with Jamie, and I want to watch him come undone.

With my hands around the base, I kiss the slit of his cock before taking him into my mouth, pushing down until he reaches the back of my throat.

“Shit, Honey.” I suck him deeper and only stop when my eyes water. Disappointed I can’t get more of him in, I squeeze the base of his cock and swallow, hoping that will make him feel good. His balls tighten under my hand as he tries to get me to slow down, but I don’t let up. If he comes quickly, so be it. I want to be the reason for it.

“Honey,” Zach warns, his hands dig deeper into my hair. The pain sends a jolt of arousal straight to my core, and I rub againsthis thick thigh, giving myself the tiniest bit of relief. With his eyes crinkled shut and his body quivering, I know he’s close.

“I’m going to come,” he says, and I don’t let up. Sucking and pumping his shaft, I watch his face intently. When his balls tighten, I take him out of my throat.

His eyes burst open even though my hand is still pumping. He probably thinks I don’t want to swallow him down, but it’s not that. I want to watch him come. His stomach muscles tighten, and I know he’s there.

When he throws his head back, I open my mouth and rest the tip of his cock on my tongue as I jerk him off. “Oh, god.” His cum ribbons into my mouth and over my lips, leaving a trail down my chin, and I lick it up.

He opens his eyes with labored breaths, watching me as I swipe my tongue across my lips and swallow him down. Not finished, I lick up and down his shaft, making sure I get every last salty bit.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Good. That will be the first of many.” I wink, pushing to my knees to find my bra. “Unfortunately, though, that will have to be it for tonight.” I’ve been out of the house for over an hour now, and I’m skating my luck. Once my mom sees my car is gone, she’ll come to find me, and I’d rather not have to explain to her why I’m barely dressed with Zach’s cock in my mouth.

Zach mindlessly watches me as I put my bra back on and search for my dress. Where the heck did he put that thing?

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