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Confirmation.
I’d given him praise, like he wasmyteacher’s pet.
And he was eating up that praise as if somewhere, deep down, he really fucking needed it.
From where I was leaning over him, I could see his cock below me, out in front of him as he sat on his knees.
He was so hard. Dripping precum from his tip.
I wanted to stand back up and shove my cock past his lips again, but being this close to his face was stirring a deeper feeling inside me.
Like there was something else I wanted to take from him, too.
How was I supposed to resist trying for more?
I pulled his hair and moved his head backward a little.
Then I pressed my lips against his.
I had absolutely no right to be kissing him, which is probably the exact reason I wanted to do it. Part of me expected him to shove me away instantly, and I braced for that, keeping the kiss slow.
But I knew I’d won when I felt him open to my mouth a moment later. His tongue slid out against mine, hot and slick, and my cock started to ache at the contact.
That was not supposed to feel this good.
Too good.
He can want you, but he can’t have a goddamned thing.
I sucked on his lower lip, hard, before pulling away from the kiss.
“Take my cock,” I told him again as I leaned back up.
I pushed into his mouth again, inch by inch, watching it disappear between his lips before I could linger for too long looking at his eyes.
For God’s sake.
He had a look on his face like I’d justfuckedhim instead of kissed him.
Pupils wide.
A faraway stare as he watched my eyes, like I’d sent him to some level where hewasn’tobsessed with his own ego.
I pushed forward in a slow rhythm again, fucking his mouth.
“Yes, Andrew. I knew you wanted me since our first day in that summer class,” I uttered, my voice giving away how much I liked this now.
I kept my cock stuffed in his mouth, and I loved how I could feel the vibration of his throat as he moaned around me.
“Knew I turned you on,” I continued, punctuating my words as I thrust inside. “Even knew you liked my tattoo. I’m not going to fuck you tonight, because I always keep my word. But I wantyou to remember this, every moment out there on the field. Your little kingdom of a football field is mine, now, too.”
I hissed as he leaned forward, taking me deep in his throat.
It felt so fucking good.
“Put your hand on your cock,” I commanded.
He did it.
