Page 32 of Rookie Mistake

That’s the second time he’s insinuated that I’m seeing his sister just because of whatever problem he has with me, and fuck that.

“This bullshit between you and I has nothing to do with Zara.You’rethe one with an issue, not me. You truly don’t even cross my fucking mind, Andrews. I don’t owe you shit, and neither does she. She’s a grown-up who can make her own decisions, but just so you know, I’m seeing her because I like her, not because it has shit to do with you.”

“Oh, so you justconvenientlydecided to fuck with my sister, knowing the history that we have?”

I laugh. That only seems to piss him off more. “History? We’re on the same fucking team, dude. The only history we have is you feeling threatened by the fact that you’re up for the same starting spot I am, and Coach Baker is only going to pick one of us. You know, being an asshole and starting shit with me isn’t going to get you any more ahead. It’s based on the time we put in, how hard we work, if we’re an asset to the team.That’swhat matters.”

He knows it just as much as I do, and if he wants to have this conversation, then he needs to man the fuck up and discuss thereal issue here. It’s got nothing to do with Zara. Reaching down to the bench, I grab my phone and backpack before turning my attention back to him. “I have shit to do. See you around.”

I turn and leave him standing there with his fists clenched at his side, looking even more pissed off than when he started this bullshit because I’m done with this conversation.

The only way I’m going to stop seeing Zara is ifshemakes that decision.

It’s beentwo weeks of me and Zara hooking up in secret, whenever and wherever we can.

Which hasn’t been very easy since I always have a house full of teammates, and she lives with her brother, but every chance we get, we’re together. We meet at my apartment when everyone’s gone or behind the arts building between classes. And no matter how much I have her, I still can’t get enough of her.

It’s never enough.

I want her from the moment I open my eyes, and most of the time, it’s because she infiltrated my dreams, a constant presence even in my subconscious. Those fucking pretty red lips and bratty attitude that I can’t ever decide if I want to spank or fuck out of her.

Both, in whatever order.

Today’s secret meeting spot?

The piano studio that Zara rented to practice.

Absolutely not a place we should be hooking up in, but admittedly, it’s kinda hot, the prospect of getting caught.

“Shhh, baby, you have to be quiet,” I mumble against her pussy, reaching up to cover her mouth with my palm, stifling the sound.

She whimpers against my hand but nods, her eyes wild with lust.

Fuck, I wish her moans could echo off these walls like a goddamn symphony, the kind of composition only the two of us can create.

I glance around, finding the panties I pulled off her, and bring them to her mouth.

“If you’re not quiet, then you don’t get to come, Trouble.” My voice drops lower as I drag the lace over her plump, parted lips. “Only good girls get to come.”

I gently shove the lace into her mouth until she’s stuffed full of the wet lace that was just covering her pussy.

We said we weren’t going to meet up anywhere that we could get caught, but she texted me earlier today with a picture of her bent over, wearing this short-as-fuck leather skirt with her panties tugged to the side to give me a glimpse of her pussy, and… well, you can probably guess how that ended.

With her splayed out on the back of this piano, my tongue deep in her pussy and her panties shoved in her mouth as a gag to keep her quiet.

Fuck, this girl makes me lose my head and do dumb shit, like eating her pussy in a room at school where any of the faculty could walk by at any moment.

“That’s my good girl, taking my fingers so well.” I know how much she loves when I praise her, a kink that we both share, and her pussy tightens around my fingers in response.

I bring my thumb up to circle her clit, thrumming the sensitive nub beneath my fingers like she’s an instrument for me to play, pinching and rolling it until she’s thrashing beneath me.

I can’t devour her the way I want to with how quiet we need to be, so my licks are agonizingly slow and torturous, a pace that has us both dizzy with desperation. Fuck, I want to sink inside of her and fill her up, watch my cum pour out of her tight little hole.

Her fingers fly to my hair, tearing roughly at the strands as she falls apart beneath me, her inner walls squeezing my fingers, sending a gush of cum coating my tongue.

Goddamnit.

I can feel her entire body trembling from the power of her orgasm, and thank fucking fuck her panties are gagging her, or the entire city of New Orleans would know how good I am at eating my girl.

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