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“I’m horny when I’m drunk,” I admit.

“Oh, I know you are. And it’s a little different when I’m drunk too.”

“I’m sober now.” I sigh.

“You’re a little more sober, but …” His resolve is faltering; he may not sleep with me, but we could have other fun. “You also can’t hold your head still.”

He calls me out, the way my head bobs a little. I trail my fingers down the marble of his stomach, then to his basketball shorts. Sliding my hand down, I grab him. “How about this?”

Foster thinks for a moment, bringing his inked hand to his face in a closed fist underneath his chin. “That’s you touching me.” He grins. “I guess that would be fine.”

I put my lips on his, feeling the way his dick hardens with each stroke.

He moans into my mouth. “Fuckkk,” he hisses.

I slide underneath the covers, tugging off his shorts. Then, I capture him in my mouth. He peels the covers off to get a better view of me, and with his cock tucked between my lips I mutter, “How about this?”

His head rolls back in pleasure as I suck on him. “You, talking around my cock, with those fucking eyes.” His body twitches. “I want to fucking wreck you.”

“Do it, then.” I bob my head up and down, wanting to show him that after the fight, drive, and then my meal, I’m sober now. But like the true gentlemen he is, he doesn’t budge. But that’s okay, honestly. I like playing with him.

“No.” He grinds his teeth, then bucks his hips up.

I choke on it a little, and it makes him bite his lip. The metal of his lip ring makes me jealous; I want that on me. I get on my knees better and lift up. “So, you’ll thrust yourself into my mouth but not my cunt?” Drinking really does make me brave.

He doesn’t respond just yet; he has to get past the shock, it seems. He leans himself up on his elbows. “I will fuck that tight little cunt tomorrow.” He pushes his shin against my heated core. “For now, get back down.”

The gentle order makes me even more turned on. I wrap one hand around his shaft and slowly bring my lips down, enjoying the sounds he makes as I swirl my tongue around.

“I’m almost … there,” he moans, and I pull away.

“What are you doing?” His chest is erratic, jumping up and down. His hand rolls into a fist and out of it.

“You won’t let me cum, so I won’t let you,” I tease.

“Oh.” He grins. “You want to play that game? At …” he looks at the nightstand. “Three in the morning on a school night?”

“Oh, baby.” I crawl up and bring my lips to his neck. “I’ll stay up all night until I get to feel you inside of me.”

He shutters in pleasure from the words before gripping my arms and pulling me back. “Want a massage?”

That sounds so nice. “Yes.”

He leans over and grabs something from the drawer, and the unknown bottle makes me cringe a little. “Take the rest of your clothes off,” he tells me.

I’m out of them in seconds, and I lie face down on his soft sheets.

“Did you use that on someone else?” I have to ask, because my body is heating with jealousy.

“Maybe a few?” he guesses.

I gasp, going to scramble away from him, but he laughs. “No, I’m sorry baby. I picked this up the other day because … I’ve had the pleasure of taking you every second of every day over break, and now I’m so fucking horny all the time.”

“Oh.” I roll my head back as he rubs the oil into my skin. It warms up as he moves it around. “Is it supposed to be hot like that?”

“Mhmm,” he responds with a growl. I’m turned down on the bed so I can’t see him, but I do imagine his lip ring tucked between his teeth. “I needed something to satiate myself, so I don’t drive you away.”

I laugh. “You think I don’t want you all the time? I wish we could stay here all day and play around.”

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