Page 59 of Worthy

I think Tate’s about to kiss me, and it snaps my fear back like a rubber band reflex. I grab his throat and he groans softly. But I’m only trying to keep him from kissing me…

I think.

“Tate.” I shake my head.

“We didn’t get to finish what we started in the bathroom.” He pouts. His hand cups my erection over my boxers, a greedy hiss leaving my lips. “I thought you wanted me to forgive you…”

“I do,” I huff, glancing over his shoulder at his friends who are really going at it, grunting, skin slapping, moaning into each other’s mouths. My cock jerks hard in Tate’s hand, and he purrs. “Are you saying this is how…?”

He nods slowly, rubbing my cock so good it’s leaking all over me inside my boxers.

This is so bad… But it feelssogood.

God forgive me…

I can’t stop.

Not this time.

“I’m gonna drop to my knees now, Lance,” he whispers. “I need to get reacquainted with the best dick I’ve ever had in my life.”

My head is spinning, whirling and twirling around his words, and the sexy tone of his voice, the heat between us, and the live porn happening only a few feet away. I slowly release Tate’s throat, my fingers sliding up his neck and into his hair as he gracefully falls to his knees.

My eyes are on him and his on mine as he peels my boxers down just enough to get my dick out. The second it’s in his hand, my eyes flutter shut and I bite my lip.

This is so much better than earlier. Because this isn’t just a faceless hole. It’sTate…

My Trouble.

Deep brown eyes sparkling, pink lips parted and waiting… That wicked tongue of his.

“Say you want it just as bad as you did back then,” he rushes out the words on a clearly eager breath, his chest heaving with anticipation.

I nod timidly, feeling the flush in my face while my entire body trembles. “I… I do. I wantmore, Trouble.”

He smirks then extends his tongue, swiping at the underside of my swollen tip.

Groaning, my head falls back, and I chomp on my lower lip to keep myself quiet. Tate wastes no time sliding my cock deeper into his mouth, teasing me with that tongue, and I’m going out of my damn mind.

I should’ve known… I should’ve fuckingknownit was him earlier from the way it felt. I haven’t stopped remembering the feel of this mouth on me in sixteen years. And believe me, I’ve tried. And every time my dick was in the mouth of someone else—a few other girls before I met Desiree, and then hers on rare occasion—I would force my mind not to dwell on how it never felt as good asthis. This mouth…

This mouth is trouble.

“Fffuck…” I thread my fingers in Tate’s dark hair while he sucks me, slowly, deep into the back of his throat, but not like he’s trying to choke himself on it. It just happens, as if he wants to swallow me whole; to fit as much as possible because he wants every inch of me inside him.

“T-tate…Tate…” I ramble, quivering as the tides of pleasure build higher and higher in my loins. “Tate, you suck like n-no one else.”

He rumbles on my dick, vibrations of the words he won’t pull off long enough to speak. But I know it’s probably something cocky, because that’s the way he is. He’s always been this way…

The outgoing and confident to my quiet and unsure. The wild to my timid. The no fucks given to my polite over-thinker.

It’s what made us such great friends back then, I think. Because he always had the stuff I didn’t, and I liked having it when I was with him.

I think maybe I missed itreally badall this time.

The burn from stopping earlier has been immediately replaced by a rushing high. I’m not even paying attention to his friends anymore. I’m just gripping his hair and flicking my hips against his face, riding his warm, slippery wet mouth, ready to explode down his tight throat.Just like he let me in his dorm bed back then.

“Fuck, Tate, what are we doing…?” I whisper, the same words I breathed that night while I touched him with shaky fingers. “I never want my cock to not be in your mouth, baby…”

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