Page 91 of How to Score Off Field

“And I ride you nice and slow because I want to come too. I want you to come inside me, and I don’t want it to be quick. I want to drag it out. I want to fuck the shit out of you, but at the same time, it has to be slow.” I whimper. “Uh, it would feel so, so good…”

“So good.” He moans, the furrowed brow is deep. His groan is long and drawn out. “Oh fuck, it would feel good.”

“Better than before when I was riding you and the headboard was banging against the wall.”

“God, I loved hearing that. So fucking hot.”

“That was hot.”

I wonder what Miranda’s neighbors might have been thinking. I would have been so freaking irritated if I were trying to sleep in the apartment next door and had to listen to someone having sex through the wall.

I turn up the volume on my vibrator, and it buzzes a bit faster.

“How close are you?” Drew asks.

I swear I catch a glimpse of perspiration on his upper lip, or am I imagining it?

“Close.” I can be closer still with the touch of a button.

“Me too,” he replies. “Show me your tits.”

I lower the phone so he can see my chest. It’s an easy request, and his expression doesn’t disappoint.

He looks like he’s in pain, eyes fixated on my boobs, arm working faster.

“Oh shit, Tess. God, you have great tits. I want to suck on them.”

“Mm-hmm,” I muster in reply, memory jogging back to the moment he had lowered his head to put his lips and mouth on my nipples. Back to the moment I plunged my hand through his hair, watching him suck and lick my breasts, the spot between my legs soaking wet.

“I want to come so bad.”

Moan.

Groan.

“Then do it.”

I don’t know who is making more noise—Drew or I as we simultaneously pleasure ourselves. I don’t know if this is going to bring us closer together or draw us further apart.

I don’t know if this was a good idea, either.

All I know is that the orgasm that hits me is just as strong as it may have been if he were thrusting in and out of my body.

Drew comes with a moan, his body jerking as he silently orgasms. Way quieter than when we were actually having sex.

Intense.

A first for me.

And hopefully, it's not the last.

We lie there, sated, not uttering another word to one another. Then after about three minutes of silence, Drew finally says,

“I had no idea I was such a boob guy.”

My laughter is quiet. “We learn something new about ourselves every day.”

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