Page 36 of Stalked By the Linebacker

“Hmm?” My free hand stroked his thigh while the other worked his long cock.

“Teach me. Please?”

“Lib—” he gritted.

“I want to know how to make you come. I want to make you feel good. Like you did for me.”

“Fuck, mi vida! ¿Que voy hacer contigo?” he asked, and it took me a moment to process his words.

“You can do anything you want with me.”

“You better be careful what you offer, little girl.”

“Hector.”

“You’re this pretty little virgin, and you have no idea what you’re offering and to whom,” he warned, momentarily reminding me of the Big Bad Wolf. My nipples tightened uncomfortably. There was a need coursing through me I knew would never be sated. Not by anyone else but the man I was stroking slowly.

“I know you,” I said bravely, and a dark somewhat cynical smirk covered his face. Something in his eyes darkened.

“You have no idea who you let into your dorm. Offering that kinda shit? Makes me wanna ruin you. Make you addicted to me,” he roughly whispered into the darkness before licking his bottom lip.

“I think you already did that,” I admitted.

That was when his hand on the back of my head tightened. Tangling his fingers in my hair, he tugged, forcing me to look up at him. But it didn’t hurt. Not even a little bit.

My thighs pressed together. Wetness coated them. He’d made me see the stars in two different universes with the orgasm he’d given me, but I was more than ready to go again.

“Open your mouth. Wide,” he directed with an edge in his deep voice. I did as he asked, and his nose flared.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you. Libby? Doing what you’re told.” I nodded, or tried to since he was still holding my head. “Open wider, baby. Stick that pretty pink tongue out for me.”

I did as he asked and tried to swallow the saliva that started to pool. He chuckled darkly. “Fucking hell, baby. I tried. I really fucking tried,” he said almost to himself before he let go of my head. “Put your hands on the back of my thighs. If it’s too much, you pinch me and this stops, understood?” I nodded, but he shook his head. “I need the words, pretty girl.”

“Yes, Hector. I understand.”

“Good girl,” he praised.

I had no idea why that little two-worded term made me weak in the knees. But then again, anything he called me made my heart flutter. He stood a little straighter, and I shifted to the edge of the bed. Thankfully, because of the height of my bedframe mixed with his height and mine, it was easy. Like the bed had been made just for this sole purpose. I reached and rested my hands on the back of his thighs. His dark body hair kinda tickled my over-sensitized skin.

“Open your mouth like I asked you to.” I did, ignoring the saliva that filled my mouth with want. Fascinated, I watched Hector reach and hold himself. His own hand was big, but still, with that snake in his grip, I had no idea how that would fit inside me.

How I would take him in my mouth.

He stroked his dick with long pulls, the veins in his hands popping up. He did this once, twice, three times before guiding it toward my lips that I’d made sure to keep wide open for him.

“Good girl. Fuck!” he panted.

Slowly, he fed me his dick. Little by little, careful not to let me take too much. I’d never thought about the logistics of a blow job. I would have never thought it would have turned me on, but it did. Every sound he made, every touch. He slowly started to lose control. His shallow thrusts became faster, deeper. I opened wider to take that much more, breathing through my nose. His cock slick with my spit, he pulled my head back, and a long string of saliva connected us. Sweat coated his skin and mine.

“Fucking hell,” he rasped. “My sweet little overachiever. You like this, don’t you?” I nodded. “You like taking your man in your mouth.”My man.He’d just called himself my man. Something came over me at the dirty words. Something primal and almost feral. I loved it. I leaned back to take him back into my mouth.

He tasted so good.

I could make out the faint taste of another droplet as I hallowed my lips around him and sucked, making sure to twirl my tongue on the underside of his shaft. “Fuck, Libby.” His hips started to move. “You like your man in your mouth, don’t you, dirty girl? Fuck yeah, you do. Your mouth just got wetter.”

I moaned around his girth because he wasn’t wrong. I loved this. Everything about the moment was better than anything I could have ever imagined or read. I felt his body vibrate with the deep guttural sounds of pleasure he was making. We had probably woken up the few people left on my floor for the summer, but I didn’t care.

I kept going.

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