Page 67 of Resisting the Running Back

I pick up my drink, too, and my hands are shaking. He chuckles as he sees my trembling, and that’s when he starts to move. I slam my drink down a little harder than I mean to, and I grab onto the edge of the table for balance.

I’m lost to the world as he sets a slow, tender pace, and I close my eyes and lean my head back on his shoulder.

“Sit up,” he demands.

Oh, right. We’re not in the privacy of a home or hotel room, and I need to act like I’m not getting fucked under a table right now.

I sit up, and I’m still gripping the edge of the table. I’m not sure how we’re supposed to do this without being completely obvious since I can’t exactly bounce up and down over his dick, but he’s moving us slowly.

He reaches over my leg and brushes my clit with his fingertips, andGod, it feels good. I groan, and he buries his face in the crook between my neck and my shoulder for a few beats as he shoves up into me and continues to finger my clit.

I start to unravel as he picks up the pace on my clit, and I let go of the table to grip onto his arms as the edges of a climax start to curl into me.

He pulls his fingers away from my clit as he feels me starting to get close, and I whimper over him as I lean back.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“I know you are, and I’m saving that one for later,” he says. He still moves slowly inside of me, and the throbbing need to release pulses through me.

“Don’t you dare,” I hiss.

He chuckles as he lifts me off his lap. “Oh, this is going to be a fun little game.”

I fold my arms over my chest. “This is not a game. Finish what you started.”

His eyes gleam as they connect with mine. “Oh, I plan to. Believe me.”

I’m not sure what that means, but the anticipation of it rolls through me anyway.

He puts his cock away and chugs what’s left in his glass, and I follow suit.

He scoots out of the booth, his cock still wrapped in a condom in his pants, as he sets his hand out to help me out of the booth—ever the gentleman despite leaving me panting and breathless.

“Let’s get back to our room, shall we?” he suggests, and I take his hand and allow him to lead me through the club toward the exit and back to our hotel room.

The second the door is closed, he reaches into the front of my dress, takes one breast out, and latches his mouth onto it. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he mutters against my skin, and then he lifts me and tosses me over his shoulder, carries me to the bed as I kick my legs and yell at him to put me down, and finally sets me down.

He pushes the bottom of my dress up around my hips, and he dives face-first into my pussy.

I wasn’t expecting that. I would’ve freshened up for him a bit first, but from the way he’s growling as he starts to lick through me, I guess he’s okay with whatever shape it’s in down there.

He sucks on my clit, the feel of his mouth sending shockwaves through me. I grip onto the breast that’s still hanging out with one hand in some attempt to give attention to more than one erogenous zone, and I clutch the sheets with the other.

His tongue starts to move in and out of me, and all I can think about is how his cock is still in a condom in his pants and how very badly I want it in my mouth. But it’ll have to wait because my body tightens as the orgasm plows into me, as if I was so close back at the club and I stayed right there on the precipice waiting for him to take me over it.

My legs press together around his ears as my body unravels, and I grip onto my breast so hard that I’m likely going to have a bruise tomorrow, but I don’t feel the pain right now because of the pulse after pulse of pure pleasure he’s delivering courtesy of his very talented mouth.

The tremors start to slow as bliss plows into me, and my entire body relaxes as I let go of my own breast, the sheets, and the hold I have with my legs around his head until I’m lying flat on the bed.

“Do you need a minute?” His voice is soft a few moments later.

I’m in some orgasm coma, not really sure what he means by the question, and my answer is, “I only need you.”

He slams into me at my words nearly unexpectedly, and my eyes pop open as I feel him start to move. My body is still tight as hell after coming down from that climax, and he feels it.

“Fuck, yes, Soph, you’re so wet and tight for me,” he groans, and my body immediately warms to him even though I just had that brutal climax.

I feel like I can barely move, so I let him do the work. He holds me still anyway as he pumps into me, thrust after delicious thrust. I’ve never had the kind of foreplay where he gets me off with his hand, and then his mouth a little while later, and then he fucks me, and it feels like our bodies were made for each other.

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