Page 29 of Scoring Position

I managed to get out of the interviews Taylor set up for me after the game, rushing out of the stadium like a bat out of hell so I could get home. My first thought was to call Lark and tell her to swing by earlier, but then I started thinking about everything that happened last time she came over, and it made my dick hard. I figured a quick wank in the shower would take the edge off so I could focus on this assignment and not be bricked up the whole time. If she wears the same shorts she did before, I’m a fucking goner, so I have to at leasttryto prevent it.

“Fuck, Lark,” I grit out loudly, so close to my orgasm that the tips of my fingers and toes have already begun tingling with theneed to release. Just as I feel my balls start to draw up tight, the bathroom door swings open.

“Ace, are you okay? I heard my na—” We both freeze with wide eyes as we stare at one another, and I don’t so much as let go of my dick as she approaches the glass of the shower door. It’s barely fogged up, so she can see everything, from the flush on my chest to my steel cock as it leaks precum onto my hand.

“I’m sorry,” she says, staring down at where I’m gripping myself. “You sounded like you were in pain. I got here early, and it was quiet downstairs. I thought you were still gone until I heard your voice. I—I’ll go. I’m so sorry.”

She turns, hurrying toward the door. I should let her go. I should be mortified that she caught me masturbating while moaning her name, but for some reason, my mouth betrays me right before she leaves the room.

“Wait,” I rush out, making her stop dead in her tracks before she slowly spins back around. “Come here.” I don’t expect her to obey my order. She shouldn’t. It’s one thing to come in my pants while she touches herself with her clothes on, but this is a line that we’re about to cross. I’m ready for it. But is she? I wait with bated breath to find out.

Her chest heaves with shallow pants as she takes a few tentative steps, stopping when she reaches the glass door. I push on it with the hand that’s not slowly moving up and down my shaft, opening it wide so there’s no barrier between us. Neither of us says a thing as I look her up and down, admiring the sight of my jersey draped over her delicious curves. She’s wearing a plain white tank top underneath it, and those same goddamn cotton shorts that gave me a phenomenal peek at her gorgeous pussy while she rubbed herself on my couch.

“You said my name,” she repeats, her voice barely a whisper as she stands there playing with the hem at her thighs.

“I was thinking about you,” I reply.

She swallows thickly. “What was I doing?”

Fuck.

I’m barely holding myself together with the way she’s watching me stroke myself. Now she wants me to tell her the images that play in my head while I do it? The thought alone makes me feel like I could blow, so I halt my motions, taking a deep breath before I speak.

“You were on your knees, sucking me.” The words come out choked. If she’s surprised by my confession, she doesn’t let on. She just nods slowly, looking down at my erection as it pulses against my palm. I’m so hard it’s almost painful, but the way her eyes lock onto it makes me feel warm all over.

“Has anyone ever done that to you before?” she asks.

I close my eyes, shaking my head. “That night…she wanted to, but I was too nervous.”

“Are you nervous now?”

Am I nervous? I don’tthink so.And if I am, it’s definitely not the same as it was back then. If anything, I’m worried that my inexperience is a turnoff for her. I’ve done my best to show her that I can be confident, but deep down, I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’ve read hundreds of books and watched more porn than I’m proud to admit, but I’ve barely done any of it in real life, and I don’t want her to think I wouldn’t do whatever it took to satisfy her.

“No.”

She says nothing as she shrugs the jersey off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor before stepping forward and entering the shower. The water soaks her tank top immediately, and her nipples harden through the thin fabric of her lace bra. Stopping when her toes are touching mine, she breathes rapidly, her breasts brushing my bare skin with every inhale. Just as I’m about to beg her to kiss me, touch me,anythingto stop my heartfrom twisting in my chest, she lowers herself down, settling on her knees in front of my aching cock.

“Is this okay?” she asks quietly, looking up at me through wet eyelashes like the fucking dream she is. Her hands ghost up my thighs, and I nod in consent. That’s all it takes for her to lean forward, dragging her tongue from the seam of my balls, all the way up the underside of my shaft. I moan loudly, my hands shooting out to grip her hair as she sucks just the tip into her mouth, and I’m absolutely certain there’s no better feeling in this whole world.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” I choke out, watching as she parts her lips and slides them about a quarter of the way down before pulling back and licking my head. She swirls her tongue around it, lubing me up with saliva and trying again, wiggling from side to side in an attempt to take more of me. Her hand comes up to my base, stroking as she sucks, expertly covering the entire length of my cock as stars explode behind my eyes.

“Shit,” I say on a harsh breath, tightening my fist in her wet blonde locks and feeling her moan against me in response. “You like it a little rough, Sweets? Do you want me to pull like this?” I ask.

“Mhmm,” she hums, bobbing up and down as she looks at me with watery eyes. She pulls back, still jacking me off as I tower over her. “Fuck my face until you come in my mouth, Ace. I’ve been dying to taste you again.”

Holy fucking fuck.

I want to ask her to repeat the words because I’m not sure I heard her right, but I definitely did. Loud and clear. I bring my thumb to her cheek, biting my lower lip as I consider what she’s asking for. “I don’t know if I can be as aggressive with you as you want me to be. I’m afraid to hurt you.”

She shakes her head rapidly, moving her hand up and down faster. “I’ve always wanted it, but nobody’s ever given it to me.I want to know what it’s like to be treated like a toy.” Her expression is pleading as she stares up at me from her knees. “Please use me.”

Goddamn.

Reading and watching it is one thing, but can I be this guy? Especially during my first time? I’m not sure, but I know I’m not leaving this shower without trying. Even if I only last a few pumps—which is currently my worst fucking nightmare—I can’t deny her what she wants.

I cup her face with both hands, bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She sighs against me, and I use my tongue to trace the plump softness until she opens, giving me the opportunity to deepen our connection. I breathe her in, and she whimpers as I pull back just enough to speak. “I really fucking respect you, Lark. Remember that, okay?”

“Yes,” she replies, her bright blue eyes locking onto mine and conveying all the trust she has in me with a single look. My heart cracks in my chest, and I vow to do whatever it takes to make this perfect for her.

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