Page 63 of Faking It with the Forward

InternTwy: Where?

OneFive: Student Center. Bottom floor. Room 110.

She responds with a thumbs up and I feel the pressure lift off my chest. I’ve never had the need to see a girl like this before. I don’t know if it’s the weeks-long build up, or the added secrecy, but I know I’m not going to stop until I get to her.

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Room 110 is a small office in the student center reserved for one-on-one athletic tutoring. There’s an online sign-up form and I made sure to block off the next thirty minutes.

I’ve just taken off my jacket when Twyler walks in. She closes the door and looks around at the set up. Although I haven’t turned on the overhead lights, the home screen on the two computers on the far wall provide enough of a glow to take in the rest of the room: a study table, a leather couch, two computer areas and a flat screen on the wall.

“God, you guys are so spoiled. No wonder you’re a bunch of entitled pricks.”

“Right?” I laugh, reaching behind her to lock the door. In a fluid motion, I take the backpack off her shoulder and pull her toward me, wasting no time getting my mouth on hers. “God, your mouth. It’s so fucking delicious.”

I’m already hard. Fuck, I’ve been hard for weeks now. The last thing I want is for Twyler to think I’m just a dick chasing her pussy, but there’s no way she doesn’t feel me pressing into her lower belly.

“How are you feeling?” she asks, breaking our kiss. “How’s the bruise?”

Green is the one that’s been following up on my injury. I sat out Monday practice and took it easy at morning skate.

“A little sore, but better.” I kiss along her jaw. “I had a good nurse.”

“I’m not a nurse,” she says, but her head falls to the side. I suck her ear and grab a handful of tit, while grinding into her. “But I’m glad you’re better so I can finally do this.”

Her fingers push at the hem of my shirt and splay over my abdomen. She likes my abs and I don’t hate it. I work hard on my body and having a girl like Twyler, a girl who’s hard to impress, be into it? Yeah, it does an ego good.

She continues to explore, bending to kiss the skin just below my belly button, and my stomach caves. Falling back, the edge of the table cuts into my ass. I’m so hot for this girl I could come just from her touch. I swallow and reach down, squeezing the bulge outside my jeans.

“This may have been a bad idea,” I mutter, trying to gain some control. “You keep doing that and I’m going to come in my pants.”

“You know,” her fingers gently glide over the indentations of the muscles leading down below the waist of my jeans, then move to my belt. “I can fix things other than bruises and sprains.”

Any coherent response is caught in my throat because my brain short-circuits when she unzips my pants and takes my cock in her soft, warm hand. I don’t miss the way her eyes widen, and she mutters, “Is there anything about you that’s not perfect?”

She drops to her knees.

“Sunshine,” I say, voice hoarse, “I didn’t bring you here to—"

Her mouth lowers to the head, tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum glistening at the tip. Holy shit. I thought Twlyer’s mouth was good for kissing, but watching her pink lips circle around me? Fuck. Me.

She squeezes the base of my cock with her hand and continues to play with the head, tasting and teasing along the ridge. I don’t know if she’s intimidated, or afraid to take me down, but it doesn’t matter. It’s goddamn glorious. Twisting my fingers in her hair, I groan and fight the urge to rock my hips.

Those blue eyes look up at me and she asks, “Is this okay?”

“Fuck, yes. Better than okay,” I say, gliding my thumb over her pink cheek. “Harder works too. I won’t break.”

A line slashes between her eyes and asks, “What about teeth?”

“Uh,” my foggy brain tries to follow, “what about them?”

“Ginna said something in the bathroom at the Badger Den about you liking—”

Pressing my fingers under her chin, I force her face upward. “I like you. I like your mouth. My cock likes whatever you want to do to me, because it’s you, Sunshine.” I rub my thumb over her wet, puffy bottom lip. “But let’s keep the teeth in check. I’m pretty sure Ginna was fucking with you.”

“Oh.” She scowls. “She’s such a bitch.”

For a second, I think the spell may have been broken, but Twyler grips the base of my cock with renewed vigor. Competitive, huh? She wets the tip with her tongue again, but this time follows it up by swallowing me down. I almost black out watching my dick vanish between her lips.

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