Page 23 of Scoring Position

“I need your consent, Sweets,” I whisper, darting my tongue out to lick along her earlobe. “Tell me I can try.”

She nods her head frantically, keeping her eyes screwed shut. “O-okay.”

“Mmm,” I hum. “Good girl. Do me a favor and squeeze those sexy legs together tight. I want you to feel the way your clit throbs while I turn it into a greedy, begging slut to come.”

She sets the book to her other side before obeying my request. I’m nervous as hell, but I’m not a stranger to dirty talk. I’ve done it during make-out sessions before, and I almost always do it when I masturbate, most recently while fantasizingabout Lark. I’ve already said half this shit to her in my head—now it’s time to give her the real thing.

“Keep those eyes closed, baby,” I instruct. “I want you to imagine me slowly pulling this shirt off. My fingers grazing your skin, tickling as I work it up your sides and make you squirm in your seat.” I watch her hips shift slightly, and my cock stirs, knowing she’s already starting to fall into the fantasy. I wish I had a direct line to her brain so I could see what it looks like to her.

“God, I bet those tits of yours are gorgeous. I can’t wait. Tell me, Lark. What color is the bra I’m about to take off of you?”

She exhales a shaky breath. “Pink.”

I chuckle darkly. “Of course, it is. Because you’re such a sweet girl. Do your panties match? Am I going to find a dark pink spot between those legs from how wet you’re getting for me?” She nods her head, swallowing. “Mmm,” I moan in approval. “That’s a good girl, making it nice and slick for me. I know you felt my cock the other night. It’s going to be a tight fit, isn’t it? But I’ll take it nice and slow when I feed it into this beautiful body. I’ll make you forget any other man who’s dared to try making you theirs. You’ll know once you feel it press against all your walls at once, Sweets. You were built for me.”

“Ace,” she whines as her hips move back and forth, desperately looking for a way to create friction. My name coming from her plump lips makes my dick so hard it’s almost painful, but I don’t fucking care. I need more.

“I’m right here, baby,” I say, cupping her cheek as I continue talking quietly in her ear. “Oh, yeah. These tits are breathtaking. And look how hard your nipples are. They’re aching for my tongue, aren’t they? You poor, poor girl.”

“Y-yes,” she stutters, arching her back off the couch so her chest is pushed out. I can see the pebbled buds under the fabricof her shirt, and it’s taking all my self-control not to blow all over myself. But fuck that. She goes first, always.

“Okay. Let me get them nice and wet for you. Fucccckkkk,” I grit out. “You taste so good. I can’t wait to eat that soaked cunt and drink straight from the source. I bet it’s like honey.”

She sucks in another breath, and her thighs part for a moment before she crosses one over the other, shifting from side to side.

“I know what you’re doing,” I rasp. “You’re masturbating that hot little clit to the sound of my voice. Not exactly what we agreed to, but seeing you desperate like this is making me so fucking hard, baby. You’re perfect. Keep going.” I change tactics, trying my best to talk her through it. This is no longer a fantasy like it was when we started. We’re in it. “Why don’t you use your fingers?” I suggest. “Stroke yourself under your shorts to my words, Lark. Let me help you make yourself come.”

She doesn’t even hesitate. She’s way too worked up to argue. Instead, she dives her hand inside and begins rubbing wildly, her hips thrusting up to meet it. I’m leaking so much precum, I’m sure it’s soaked through my boxers and basketball shorts, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m too mesmerized by her to care.

“There you go, Sweets,” I praise. “You’re so fucking pretty when you feel good. Are you wet for me?” Pulling her feet up to rest flat on the couch cushions, she spreads wider, lowering her hand. I look down and almost lose it as I see the space between the crease of her thigh and her shorts, where her glistening pussy peeks out from under the soaked fabric. I have to slam my eyes shut and breathe slowly to stop myself from leaning down and licking it clean. Her fingers plunge inside, and I can hear the sound of her arousal as she retreats before pushing right back in.

“Oh God, Ace,” she whimpers. “I’ve never been this wet before. Holy shit. You…y?—”

“I know I did, baby,” I say, cutting her off and rubbing my thumb along her warm cheek. “Now keep fucking yourself. I’m so goddamn jealous right now. I bet that tight pussy is all swollen and ready to clamp down on those fingers when you come for me.” I press a kiss to the side of her neck, feeling her muscles wind tight under my lips as she nears the summit.

“I’m so close,” she breathes, her toes curling in pleasure. I need to do something to help push her over the edge. I’m barely hanging on myself.

Gripping the hair at the back of her head, I angle it toward me and wait until her gaze locks onto mine before I go in for the kill. “Come with me,” I grit out, grabbing my dick through my shorts with my free hand and tightening my fingers around it. One thrust into my fist is all it takes for my entire body to seize. She watches, unblinking, as I orgasm from barely a single touch, so turned on by her getting herself off right next to me. As I explode, cum pushes through the fabric, and the sight triggers her climax, launching her into bliss right behind me. She screams my name as pleasure washes over her, burying her fingers to the hilt while she rides it out. I can’t look away. I watch her chest rise and fall rapidly as she returns to earth, trying my best to slow my own heart rate at the same time. But the attempt is futile, because as soon as her eyes connect with mine again, I know we aren’t done. Her gaze is dark and heated as she pulls out, showing me the wetness that drips down her fingers and palm. Instead of offering it to me like I’m internally begging for, she reaches that same hand down, swiping the cum still pooled on the front of my shorts and sucking it into her mouth. Her eyes roll back as she tastes the mixture of us both, slowly pulling her fingers from her plump lips, and I can’t fucking hold myself back anymore.

I reach out, gripping her cheeks between my thumb and fingers before squeezing tightly. The force makes her jaw dropopen, and I surge forward, plunging my tongue inside her waiting mouth. Her eyes go wide with surprise at first, but she eventually returns the kiss as we play with the remnants of our orgasms, licking and sucking it off one another before giving it right back.

It feels like hours have gone by when we finally break the connection, pressing our foreheads together as our hurried breaths begin to even out once again.

“Holy fuck,” she says, throwing her head back onto the couch. “What book is that from?”

I bark a laugh. “I don’t know. All of them. And maybe I mixed in some original content.”

“For someone who says he’s inexperienced, you know what you’re doing when it comes to kissing and talking dirty. Ever think maybe you’re just a natural at sex?” She looks up to find a shit-eating grin on my face, and she rolls her eyes as I sit back, pulling her into my side.

“Maybe. What’s the next item on the fantasy list?” I ask. She snuggles into me, reaching blindly for the book and going rigid with panic as she holds it up. About a chapter’s worth of pages are completely obliterated, looking like she accidentally balled them in her fist while she was chasing her orgasm. She turns to me, scowling.

“Ohhh no, Sweets,” I say, shaking my head. “None of that was my fault. You were acting like the exorcist, but both of my hands were up here.” I hold them in front of us in demonstration before pointing a finger at her. “Youdid that. Looks like we’re done for the night.” I shrug, kissing her head.

“I can still see some of the bottom,” she says, squinting. “Role-play. Fantasy, fantasy that you’d turn into reality, or neither?”

I think carefully before answering. “Fantasy that I’d turn into reality. I’ve watched my teammates take girls back to their hotelrooms to fuck, but I’ve never gotten that far. If I could find someone I trusted, it might be fun to act it out. To see what it feels like to be adventurous and say yes.”

She nods thoughtfully. “That makes sense. You deserve it, Ace.”

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