Page 83 of A Quarterback for Christmas

I throw my head back with a laugh. “You’ve gotta be kidding me? I think I only danced with him once.”

“And I’ll never forget it.” He tilts his head, studying my white t-shirt, so I take it off and show him the black sports bra underneath. Judging by the wince on his face, it looks similar enough to the outfit he’s thinking of. “Tell me, Bella. Are you still as flexible? Saw you out in the club dancing last year, so I know you’ve still got the moves, but has running shortened your muscles, or can you still stretch them out?”

I push my lips out in contemplation. “I’m pretty sure I could still do it.” I wasn’t sure. In reality, I hadn’t done the splits since high school, but the look on Drew’s face makes me want to try.

He smiles and turns on his heels back to the treadmill. “Good. Take those shorts and panties off. I want to try something.”

I squeal in excitement and immediately push all the fabric off my bottom half before taking my sports bra off too.

The look of determination on Drew’s face doesn’t drop as he stands back on the treadmill. “Get over here.” I tiptoe to the machine, and once there, he lifts my naked body so my ass rests on the top of the TV screen.

“Spread your legs.” It’s not a question but a command, and when balancing my feet on the handlebars doesn’t work for him,he maneuvers my legs so they drape over the bars, and I feel like I’m being split in two. Drew’s unbothered by my whimpers as he takes me in. Spread wide with my entire center on display, I’m starting to feel a little embarrassed, and too exposed.

“Does that feel okay?”

I can’t exactly say that the TV screen is digging into my butt cheek or that there’s a slight burn in my groin because I’m being stretched in ways I’m not used to. If I did, Drew would stop, and I don’t want that to happen.

“It would feel a lot better if you kiss me,” I retort, and he grins.

“We’ll get to that in a minute.” His hands and eyes roam my body as though he’s committing this moment to memory. Glad someone is enjoying my uncomfortable, spread-out position. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you on the treadmill like this?” He doesn’t give me enough time to answer before he continues, “Your tight little pussy dripping wet while I work out and eat it.”

Eat it?

Arousal spikes through my core, numbing the pain. The thought alone is making me wet. Drew lifts a finger and teasingly runs it across my slit. “I knew you’d be hot for this.”

His hand goes to the sidebar where my left leg is resting and punches the ‘+’ button a few times until the belt underneath him starts to move. He moves his feet at a leisurely pace while his fingers slowly fondle my lower lips. Always just skating past my clit, or teasing the opening of my center, I groan because it’s never quite enough, but I don’t dare ask for more. He’d slow down just to torture me.

He pushes one of his fingers into me a little farther and gathers up the wetness there before spreading it across my clit and rubbing it around his large thumb. “Drew,” I drawl out, holding onto the tv screen as hard as I can. My grip is looseningbecause I want to melt into his touch, and my muscles feel like goo.

Drew watches his hand while casually walking and decides to push another finger inside me. “Oh my, gosh,” I cry out. He pumps his fingers faster and faster until he feels me clenching underneath him.

Quivering with arousal, I don’t know how long I can hold myself up. He punches the treadmill's pace up another couple of notches before leaning down and letting his tongue lick up from the bottom of my pussy, all the way to my clit. I scream louder, my fingers tingling with exhaustion, and I’m close, but I can’t have this end. Not yet.

His tongue curls around his fingers, teasing my opening before he laps at my clit. It’s mind-blowing. I can’t think; all I can do is feel. He uses his fingers to pull my lips farther apart, exploring every little crevice of my center. He’s eating me out thoroughly, making sure I feel his lips, tongue, and mouth everywhere.

Tingles soar through my body because the sensation differs from anything I’ve felt before. The orgasm builds inside me, but he hasn’t touched my clit or put his fingers in me since he started. He’s choosing to focus his attention around the edges, and that teasing sensation alone is getting me off.

“Drew. I can’t take this.”

I want to come, but I want to come on his tongue or fingers. I almost feel like climaxing in this position would be a waste without any penetration.

“This is only your first one.” He grunts, not letting up on the edges of my pussy. He seems to know exactly what I’m thinking again, and I don’t have the stamina to argue. Lapping at me again, I let go. There’s no way I can keep hold of it any longer. My whole body convulses, and I lose balance, but Drew holds my hips in place, letting me grind them against his face.

When I come down from the initial high, he flattens his tongue and lets it sit on my now extremely sensitive clit. Slowly, lazily, he drags his tongue around, and at first, I’m not sure if it feels good, but as the aftereffects of the orgasm ease from my body, so does the uncomfortableness. Now it feels like a soothing caress.

Still breathing heavily and losing my balance, Drew doesn’t seem to care. His tongue remains flat on me while he runs, soothing my last orgasm until I start to feel the slow simmer of another one.

I want to stop him and ask for a break, but just as I’ve gained enough breath to talk, his tongue starts to twist across my center, and his fingers push inside me.

I’m done for.

He knows what he’s doing, and I’m helpless to do anything except hold on tight and hope he shows me mercy after this second one.

How he can do all these things with his tongue while jogging and fingering me is beyond my comprehension. I thought guys were supposed to be terrible at multitasking. I can barely hold onto the machine and climax at the same time, but Drew’s always been a savant in training and in the bedroom.

He rocks my world every single time with seemingly little effort.

When he adds a third finger and his tongue flicks across my clit again, I unexpectedly fall apart, crashing into an orgasmic bliss that only Drew’s ever been capable of bringing out of me.

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