Page 75 of The Quarterback Sneak

When can he do that again?

Not knowing how to respond, I do the only thing that feels natural. I flip my legs off the chez lounge, push my knees together, and casually ignore the wetness between my thighs as I rebutton my shirt. “You know, I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest time,” he says, placing his hand on my knee, and my body trembles at the unexpected touch.

Never have I been so ready for a second round than right now.

“Yeah, right.” Once I’ve buttoned my shirt, I stand so I can tuck it back into my skirt. Zach clasps my arm, his green eyes boring into me. “No, seriously, Honeycomb. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since we shook hands on our agreement. Your short skirts are so damn distracting when I’m trying to play ball. All I’ve been able to think about these last couple of weeks is what you’d feel and taste like.”

“Stop it.” I shake my head as I walk to the dresser and pull out a fresh pair of underwear.

“Trust me. I never thought you’d be my fantasy either, but you’ve hooked me with your honeycomb.”

Scrunching my nose, I let out a hardy chuckle. “Don’t make me sound like a breakfast cereal.”

“I’d gladly eat you every day. I wonder if you’re as nutritious.” Throwing a glance over my shoulder, I see him scratching his chin, and it’s cute. I like it when he’s playful. He’s the kind of guy who always seems to have the world’s weight on his shoulders, so it’s nice to see him relax.

Smiling, I bend over, purposely changing into my black thong in his view. His jaw drops, and I feel his eyes watching my every movement. Still tingling from his touch, I’m ready for more. “If that’s your fantasy, who am I to deny you the pleasure.” I roll my skirt up, giving him a better view of my ass.

“It’s m-more than m-my fantasy, Honeycomb. You are so damn hot.” My shoulders straighten, and I push my chest out, liking how he looks at me. Zach makes me feel things I never thought I would, and I like testing my boundaries with him. There’s no pressure. It’s just us.

“Well, since I know your fantasy. Do you want to know mine?”

He sits up, quirking an eyebrow. Licking his lips, he wipes away the slight sheen left there from eating me out. My knees knock when he smiles and hums as he happily tastes me all over again.

Deep breaths. Don’t come from watching that. Seriously, he could breathe in my direction, and I’d get wet. It’s getting to where I don’t know if it’s because Jamie was so mediocre in bed or because I’m hot for Zach these days. Either way, I know I’m spiraling into my downfall, but I don’t care.

“What’s your fantasy, Honey?” His voice is earnest as he takes me in. Leaning back, I note his red lips and disheveled tie are the only hints that he’s been up to something. We need to change that.

“I want to feel you from the inside.” I dare to say it out loud, and his confident smirk drops. We’ve been talking about this for a couple of weeks now, and it’s where our fake relationship has been heading, but I don’t think he ever expected me to suggest it.

“Are you sure about that?” He leans back, and any ounce of nervousness washes away. His green eyes darken, and his legs widen. I still feel the wetness from Zach’s tongue between my thighs as I dip my hips and make my way to him. With each step, the throbbing anticipation in my center grows stronger.

I nod, pausing a few feet away, admiring him in his uniform. Maybe it’s the panty-dropping smirk on his face or the fact I know where his tongue has been, but he’s the only guy I know who can make our prep uniform look sexy.

“I want to ride you.” I surprise myself, as that was supposed to be a mere thought in my head, not admitted out loud.

Zach’s grin widens, and he tips his chin. “Oh yeah? You’ll need to come closer if you want to do that.” He bites his bottom lip, watching as I take each step. That’s the most confident and forthright he’s been about wanting me, and I will not let it go to waste.

He wants this. I want this. It needs to happen.

When I’m standing between his legs, I savor the feeling of his strong thighs brushing against me, and trace my hand across his chest, knowing what muscles are hiding underneath the fabric.Not taking my eyes off his, I lift my skirt, removing my thong and kicking it out of the way.

Bending forward, I don’t take my eyes off his as I unbuckle his belt. He lifts his hips, making the pants easier to maneuver, then his black boxers come into view. I brush my hand across his crotch, feeling his painfully hard erection, then place my hands on either side of his face to sit on his lap. “Oh god, Honey,” he groans out, his head hitting the back of the seat when my warm, wet center meets his cock. Only a thin piece of fabric keeps us apart, so he can feel every small movement I make. “You’re still so wet,” he says with a bite in his tone. His hands come up to my hips, and he rub my sides. I feel it in his vibrating fingers that he’s finding it hard to maintain control, and I like that I do that to him.

I rub myself against his crotch, turning myself on even more with the seams in his boxers hitting my clit in just the right way. I arch my back, taking as much as I can from the small amount of friction I’ve created between the two of us. It’s then that Zach pulls at the sides of my shirt, splitting it open at the buttons. “What the hell?” I gasp, looking down at my blue bra back on display.

He smiles with a shrug. “I’ve always wanted to do that, and I figured you might have a few more of those.” He flips the cups of my bra down, revealing my hardened nipples. “Have I told you that I love your boobs?” He brings his hands up to cup my breasts and grazes his thumbs against my nipples. Spikes of pleasure shoot through me, heading straight to my center.

We’re dry humping again, and even though I can feel his hardened cock underneath me, I’m worried if we keep going at this pace, I won’t last long enough to feel him inside me. And I need to feel it. We can’t have another missed opportunity. “I’m on the shot,” I breathe out, rocking my hips into him. He stops his moving thumbs, looking at me in surprise and… confusion.“It’s more effective than the pill. I can’t get pregnant. My mom made sure of that after my first period at twelve.”

His hands shake, and he looks a little bewildered, so I add, “I’ve got condoms if you’d prefer.”

Letting out a shaky breath, he drops his hands. “Uh, it all sounds great, but I don’t have sex without a condom.”

“Of course,” I quip, hiding my embarrassment by ruffling through the drawer to find a foil packet. What a stupid thing to suggest. He knows I’ve had sex with Jamie; ergo, I’ve essentially had sex with every girl in school, so the chance of catching an STD off me is high. Maybe I should have told him I got checked the day after I was sent the video for the first time. No, that will really ruin the mood.

Zach gently clasps my wrists. “Hey, Honeycomb. It’s nothing to do with you. It’s just that I promised myself after sophomore year that I wouldn’t risk anything getting in the way of St. Michael’s.”

“I get it.” I show him a pink foil packet with a smile, hoping that hides my disappointment.

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