Page 48 of A Quarterback for Christmas

“Well, I can’t get to my back with my cast over the tub. I need your help.”

I groan, ready to finally say no to this girl, but then she lifts herself ever so slightly so that I can see the tiniest hint of her ass cheeks. Well, that little thought of rebellion lasted all of two seconds.

“If you insist.” I take the bar and slowly rub it against her smooth back.

I shake my head, trying not to laugh, but seriously, what the fuck am I doing? I feel like I want to hurl, much like I did the night I lost my virginity. Only this time, I should know what I’m doing.

Bella tilts her head and moans, low and sexy. I shuffle back, trying to discreetly cover my boner, but sadly, she follows me down, rubbing her perfectly peachy ass against my crotch.

I don’t know how far she wants to take this. Like I’ve said before, Bella is the queen of giving me mixed signals, but she’s naked with me trapped in a tub. If I try to escape, she’ll probably slip on the water and break her other leg.

Focusing on her back, I draw the soap up, hitting every ridge in her spine. She arches her back when I get to her shoulder, and suddenly drops her hand on top of mine.

Her fingers squeeze my hand, and I immediately feel like I’ve done something wrong. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Holding my hand a little tighter, she guides it over her shoulder to her collarbone, and lets me rub the soap in there.

She’s not finished, though.

Moving my hand farther, she goes down. Down. Down. Farther still.

All the way down until our hands sit at the very top of her breast.

She breathes deeply, forcing our hands to glide across her soft flesh. When the soap and my thumb brush over the top of her nipple, she drops her head back and closes her eyes. Her nose grazes against my neck, and I could have sworn she left a kiss there.

Bella drops her hand, and the soap slips out of mine simultaneously, which only means one thing:

I’m cupping Bella’s warm boob while I lie semi-naked in the tub with her.

How the fuck did I get here?

“That feels so good, Drew.” She moans in a husky voice. “Keep touching me.”

My hand hasn’t moved, but she’s writhing underneath it as I feel the soft pebble of her nipple, causing all kinds of discomfort in my shorts. I’m still hesitant.

“Please, Drew,” she says after a couple more moments of hesitance. I’ve got Bella begging now, and she’s pegged me to the tub. So what else is there to do?

I guess I just have to go for it.

Feeling the weight of her breast in my hand, I dip a little lower, hovering over her nipple and brush my thumb against the hard peak. This time more intentionally than before.

She snakes her hands around my hips from behind and dips her thumbs into my board shorts. Biting my lip, I try my best not to buck against her, but she makes that impossible when she pulls my board shorts down, brazenly freeing my cock.

I’m hard already, and she lets out a little mewl of excitement when she feels it rub against the skin of her ass.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I warn, breathing in sharply. She ignores me. Moaning and grinding against me like I’m a pole, and she’s working for cash incentives.

“Why not? You feel so good. I want this.”

“You sure about that?”

“More sure than I am that you’ll get drafted as the number one pick.”

I stopped listening after the first two words, too focused on squeezing her breast and rolling her nipple with my fingers.

She lifts her chest so my hand smooths over her stomach, and my pinkie finger plays with her belly button. Her hips move faster, and my hand starts to slip, but I stop it when it reaches the top of her pelvis.

“Don’t stop.” It’s another command from Bella, and I willingly listen.

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