Page 76 of The Quarterback Sneak

He lifts, kissing me hard to try and get me back in the mood. Since I’m still sitting on him, it doesn’t take long for my body to react, still needing him. I drag my hand down the buttons of his shirt to his black boxers, and I tickle the tip of his dick with my long nails.

“I want to feel all of you inside me.”

Before he can answer, I peel back his boxers, revealing his thick length, and slide my pussy across it so he can feel my slickness for himself. “Fuuuck,” he groans, throwing his head back once more. He feels good, so I rub my clit over his tip to create some friction.

“You feel so good, Zach.” I want him more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. “What do you say? Let’s do this?”

“Yes,” he says without hesitation, grabbing the condom packet off me and ripping it open with his teeth before handing it over. I roll the latex down his shaft, watching his stomach contract when I get to the root.

Gripping his cock, I raise onto my knees so there’s enough room to position him at my entrance. Just feeling the tip close makes my body shake with anticipation. Then, I slowly drop down on a sharp inhale.

A piercing pain stabs through my center when Zach pushes inside me. Once he’s fully in, I take a few breaths and slowly adjust to his size.

“Oh hell, you’re so tight.” Zach presses his hips up with a wince and grabs each cheek of my ass so he’s in control. “It feels so good.”

Looking into his beautiful emerald eyes, it starts to feel better. The slickness between us, his girth, his hands. Everything about this feels amazing and perfect and right.

I drop my forehead to his, our sweat and breath mingling as I ride him. Gosh, he feels better than I could have ever imagined. When I drop my head back and let the euphoric sensation take hold of my body, he drops his mouth to my breast, nibbling at my nipple and lavishing it with attention.

“I need to go faster,” I pant, with his hands holding me back. He digs his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass before bringing one of his hands to my other nipple, teasing it.

With my hands on his shoulder, I ride him harder and faster than I could imagine, his teasing tongue spurring me on.

“Unless you want me to come, I’d stop doing that,” he grits out.

“Doing what?” Still moving, my clit rubs against his pubic bone, and I feel every part of my body igniting.

“Clenching. You’re tight enough as it is.”

Holding onto his shoulders, I squeeze him tight, trying to relax so I stop, but it doesn’t work. “I can’t help it.” We keep moving,and I know I’m close. My body is heating, my blood feels like it’s on fire, and the rush between my thighs is growing.

“Zach, I’m coming,” I cry, throwing my head back. Bursts of black and white stars flood my vision, my brain feels hazy, and I drop my head to his shoulder. An explosion of pleasure rips through my body, and he holds me in place, getting every ounce of my clenching core.

“Me too,” he growls, digging his fingers into my back as his hips jerk.

When I open my eyes, I focus on South Point’s emblem on Zach’s blazer. We just had hot, dirty sex in our uniforms, and I’m not mad about it.

When we’re finally composed enough to talk, he nudges me with his shoulder, so I lift to look at him. “That was everything, Honeycomb. Did it feel good for you?”

I nod, biting back the words that could change everything between us. He’s still inside me, and I have no intention of rushing to pull him out. What we did felt like more than sex, but I don’t want to freak him out by suggesting it. He made me feel safe and special, and… I need to stop getting ahead of myself. This was supposed to be some fun, but the connection between us is too much. Zach is too much.

“Promise me we can do that again sometime?”

I open my mouth to answer, but the bang of the front door jolts me into action. “Shit. She’s home already.” Kicking my leg over Zach, I scramble to the bathroom, desperate to look presentable if my mother comes up.

I don’t think about Zach, figuring he can look after himself.

My hair looks like a rat’s nest, and my uniform is ruined. “Zach.” I hear my mother’s muffled voice through the door, and I almost feel bad I left him out there to fend for himself.

“Hi, Mrs. Sanderson. Did you have a good time at the club?” I hope Zach looks as composed as he sounds.

“I did, thank you. Where’s Hunniford?”

“She’s just in the bathroom.”

Please leave. Please leave. Please leave. I brought no clothes in here, and I can’t exactly walk out there with my buttonless shirt.

“Well, can you tell her that her father and I are waiting in the parlor for her once she’s out? I assume you’re still unable to attend?”

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