Page 23 of Savage Scream

“Dee,” I rasp, turning my lips to press against her ear. “I need you to stop.”

She presses harder.

“Fuck, Dee,” I hiss quietly. “You’re making my dick hard. Can’t you feel it?”

She stiffens at my words, the pressure on my shoulders vanishing as she releases her hold and sits upright, which only presses the heat between her legs harder against my cock.

Her eyes widen with panic, and she goes to move off me, but I grip her hips.

“She won!” I call, and everyone laughs.

“Ok everyone, focus on your own partners.” The instructor calls, thank fuck.

I mean, I don’t really care if everyone sees my wood, but I feel like it would embarrass Dee, which is something I don’t want to do.

Dee glances down from where she sits straddling me, and as the attention falls away from us, I grin, wagging my brows. “That was close, huh?”

She’s still. Too still. Her eyes are on mine, but it’s like she’s not really seeing me.

Then I feel it. The slightest move of her hips.

My eyes widen, and she bites her lip, her cheeks turning pink as she does it again, and my dick jerks pressing right against her fabric covered core.

Her lips part as a small gasp escapes, and I shift us quickly, rolling so I’m on top of her, hoping that if anyone heard her slight noise, they will think it’s because I surprised her with my move.

The new position causes her legs to fall away from my waist, but I’m still pressing firmly between her legs, and her eyes lock with mine.

“What I wouldn’t give for every fucker in this room to vanish right now.”

She nods.

She fucking nods.

I growl, and that must snap her out of her daze, because she starts doing another grappling move.

Every time she moves her pelvis too far away from mine, I get the urge to lead her right back again. I’m so fucking riled up. My dick is like stone, and my body senses every place we touch as we pretend to Jiu-Jitsu our way through the lesson, but really, it’s a session in foreplay and edging, and as soon as it’s over, I lean down and whisper in her ear.

“Go into the toilets and touch yourself until you come. I wanna know you’re doing that while I jerk off in the men’s toilets.”

When I pull back, I expect to see an eye roll, or a disgusted frown, so I’m fucking shocked when she gives me a slight nod.

I can’t hide my fucking grin, and I leap up from her quickly, ignoring my mates as I watch Dee disappear into the girls’ change rooms, and I head to the boys’ change rooms and through to the toilets. Those fuckers probably know exactly what I’m doing, but I don’t care. Not when all I can think about is her pulling her gym shorts down and pressing her dainty fingers to her needy clit.

As soon as I’m in the stall, I jerk my pants down and wrap my hand around my cock. I squeeze tight, knowing I’m literally only a few strokes from exploding.

That class was hot. Dee’s flushed cheeks and the way she responded to me, even though it was slight, was fucking hot. Imagining her naked, wrestling me, fighting for dominance, is fucking HOT!

I pump my dick fast, my balls tightening before I explode hard, a guttural moan leaping uncontrollably from me. It’s a short yet intense wave rushing from my toes to my head and leaving me absolutely spent.

Fuck, I wish I could see Dee right now. I wish I could be the one pressing my fingers to her heat and wringing the orgasm from her as she cries out.

Fuck yes. There’s nothing like making her come and hearing the husky moans that fall from her lips.

I might not be able to do that right this minute, but I sure as fuck am going to try to make that happen sometime today.

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