Page 78 of A Quarterback for Christmas

After icing my foot for all of five minutes, I decided that I didn’t want to leave Drew too long with the likes of Brianna and Caroline, so I texted him and asked him to meet me here.

Adrenaline pumps through my veins because we could get in a lot of trouble if we’re caught, but I’m starting to think that might be part of Drew’s appeal.

Secretly dating my dad’s protégé, who’s on the team I’ve always been adamant that I hate.

It’s the boldest thing I’ve ever done, and I’m not mad about it.

When I hear the click of the door opening, my instinct is to cover myself, but I push through the nervousness and straighten my shoulders. I checked the schedule four times, and the only person that should be walking through that door is Drew.

“Bella.” My body vibrates with need when his warm voice hits my ears. “What the?” He stops at the door, staring at me as though he’s just seen a yeti.

“Did you lock the door?” I tip my chin, gesturing to the internal lock behind him.

“No.” It comes out as a stutter, and I love how cute it is that I can make him feel as hot as he makes me. I move around the seat, shaking my shoulders to draw his attention to just how hard my nipples are.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go lock it.”

Still in those red shorts, he scurries into action, and I lick my lips, excited to pull them down soon.

Take that, Caroline and Brianna.

When he turns back from locking us in, I curl my finger in a come-hither motion and smile.

He takes his time walking to me, but I know he’s just as excited because I can clearly make out the outline of his erection.

By the time he’s walked over to me, his crotch is in my face. “Take your shirt off,” I command, and surprise laces his big brown eyes. Usually, when it comes to sex, Drew’s the one that’s in control, but today, I want to make it clear that he won’t be thinking about any other girl besides me.

With his rippling abs above, I thumb the top of his shorts, pulling them down past his muscular calves all the way to his feet.

His dick stands at attention, ready for me, and I lick my lips. “Bella.” Drew groans, throwing his chin up in frustration. He’s painfully hard and looks about two seconds away from jerking himself off.

Palming his shaven balls, I lick away the precum sitting at the tip of his cock and swallow the salty essence while watching his reaction.

“Bella,” he grinds again, holding my cheeks in his hands. “What the hell did I do to deserve this?”

My fingers slowly massage his balls until I feel them tighten. I answer by lying down on the workout bench, so my head is hanging off it, and my mouth is in direct line with his cock.

I can’t see his facial expression from this angle, but I’m sure he’s enjoying the view. Naked, save for a tiny thong, my body is laid out, a platter for his pleasure. It’s an angle we haven’t tried before, but one I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.

Drew backs his hips up, so his face is in view. He scans my body, licking his lips hungrily before grasping his cock. He nudges it closer to my mouth, and I tilt my head back, opening wide enough to take him in.

He wavers for a second, holding just far enough that I can’t clamp my lips around him, so I tickle his tip with my tongue. That’s enough for him. He slowly edges closer and when the warm skin of his dick touches my lips, I press my mouth down, pulling him in.

“This view.” He groans, his hands going to my breasts, playing with my nipples. All he can see now is his cock easing into my throat, and the rest of my naked body. He’s thick and wide and definitely more than a mouthful, but when he stops, because he thinks he’s given me enough, I grab the backs of his thighs and push him farther in until his balls are in my face, and I’m close to gagging.

“Geez, B.” Drew sighs, enjoying every moment.

After a few tentative thrusts, Drew gains more confidence and strokes his hands across my body, making the skin goosebump as he goes.

Down farther, his thick fingers graze across the top of my slit, making me hum in pleasure around him, and he grunts. So I do it again.

Taking both hands off me, he leans over the bench, dropping down until his body completely covers mine.

I squeal in pleasure as his tongue skirts across my clit, sending me through a delirious haze. It doesn’t matter how many times he does this; it's never enough.

Not wanting to get lost in my own pleasure, I work my head faster, moving his cock in and out with a little help from his thrusting. Drew lifts my thighs, pulling them up to give himself better access, and then he flattens his tongue, bringing it all the way down to my entrance.

My legs straighten, and my toes point in the air with every thrust of his tongue, because I have no other way of expelling the tingly feeling working its way through my body. I can’t express just how good it feels because my mouth is too full of his cock,but I’m hoping my hips thrusting in his face will be enough of an indicator that I fucking love it.

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