Page 31 of Ice Bet

I unbuttoned her jeans and shoved my hand down the front of her panties for a quick check. She was already wet and needy by the little moan that left her lips.

“You in a rush?” I moved my finger in and out of her slowly, feeling my dick harden.

“Kind of. I need to study for the LSATs. I’m taking them next week.”

No-strings sex wasn’t really emotionally fulfilling, but I didn’t care.

I dropped her legs to the ground, and she undressed quickly. Her panties flew over my shoulder, and I chuckled.

“Spin.”

Liv did as I said and placed her hands on the door.

After slipping a condom on, I crept up behind her and held her steady. “Spread.”

She gasped when I pushed into her quickly.

“Ah,” she whimpered.

I went to town as she moved up and down, chasing after her own high. I wrapped my arm around her hip and touched her clit, rubbing it out so she could get off faster. Her breathy moan was all the thanks I needed.

My phone vibrated from beneath my bundled jeans, but Liv was close. She started to milk me and it felt too damn good to stop.

The vibrating started up again, and I cursed the distraction.

Fuck. It was probably my mom again.

Ah, great. Now I was thinking about my mom.

Focus.

A text came next, and I pressed harder on Liv’s clit.

What if it was Ford or Berkley texting me that Riley showed up?

I told them to let me know if she showed up to one of the parties and I wasn’t around.

She better not be here.

I could see her now, smiling coyly while she flirted with the hockey team just to spite me while showing off too much of her creamy skin.

I rammed into Liv even harder. “Right there,” she moaned, tightening around me.

My head was somewhere else as I tilted my hips and blew a load into the condom. I was breathing hard and dripping with sweat.

My jaw cracked when I pulled out of Liv.

I couldn’t see straight. I couldn’t even speak.

And I sure as hell would never admit that I got off while thinking of my coach’s daughter.

Fuck.

Liv was fully content and had no idea what was going through my head as she got dressed.

After pulling on my jeans, I finally looked at my phone and was sucker punched.

Two missed calls.

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