Page 40 of Topping the Jock
He was so fucking beautiful.
Yeah… I needed to force myself not to get too close. I hoped my attraction for him would fade after we fucked. Get it out of our systems, just as he’d said earlier.
“On your knees,” I said, pulling out of him. Facing him was too intimate.
Monty flipped over and lifted himself to his knees, ass in the air. What a fine ass it was too, perfectly rounded and tight. And fuck me, he even had those two dimples on his lower back. It took my lust-muddled brain several seconds to process what to do next.
“Quinn?” He wiggled his ass impatiently.
I snapped out of it and positioned myself behind him before easing in. He groaned and stretched forward, tucking his arms beneath the pillow. I placed both hands on his hips and stared down at where we connected, watching myself sink in and out of him.
Then I slapped one of his ass cheeks.
Monty jolted and tossed me a look, surprised at first before understanding dawned on him, and with it, a goofy smile. “Twenty-eight more to go.”
“I’ll save them for after you’ve come,” I said, rocking into his tight warmth.
He pushed up from the mattress and reached back to hook an arm around my neck, kissing me as I canted my hips and fucked up into him. The kiss was sloppy and rough as we became lost in the feel of each other. My heart was beating out of my chest.
I reached forward and took hold of his throbbing erection, jerking him in sync with my thrusts.
“Ah, fuck,” Monty moaned against my mouth.
I liked being the one that pleased him. Monty had had a hold on me since we were teenagers. I hadn’twantedto want him, but it hadn’t stopped me from doing so. Being in that moment with him, in his bed, inside him, was like a dream.
One I didn’t know for sure I ever wanted to wake up from.
“I’m… fuck.” Monty’s brow scrunched as his body tensed. “I’m coming.”
He came with a breathy whimper, his dick pulsing in my hand as his ass spasmed around me. I pounded into him faster, hitting his sweet spot over and over again. When he was spent, I withdrew my hand and placed it at the base of his throat, kissing his neck as I chased my own orgasm.
“That’s it,” Monty said, reaching back to thread his fingers through my hair. “Let me make you feel good, Quinn.”
My thrusts faltered, and I gently bit his shoulder as I started to come, the breath leaving my lungs as I shuddered into him. Monty kissed my jaw as the last ripples of pleasure left me.
So much for avoiding intimacy.
The way he was holding me, kissing me, definitely felt intimate.
I pulled away, my dick slipping from him, and removed the condom before standing on shaky legs and leaving to dispose of it in the bathroom trash can. When I came back into his room, Monty was propped against the headboard with a relaxed smile, his now sated dick on full display. The guy had no shame. I stood in the middle of the room, not sure what to do.
Crawl back into bed with him? But wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of keeping him at a distance? Getting dressed and leaving would be the best decision.
“Come here,” Monty said, resting his head back. My eyes were instantly drawn to his sexy throat and the Adam’s apple that bobbed as he swallowed.
“I should leave,” I responded.
“But it’s my birthday. Please?”
Damn him and those big, brown eyes. Saying no to him in that moment was impossible.
“Just for a while,” I said, stepping toward him. “And only because it’s your birthday.”
Once I was close enough, he tugged me down on the bed before pushing me to my back and hovering over me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to ignore how gorgeous he was as he smiled down at me. He placed a kiss to my neck before lying at my side. “I didn’t take you for a cuddler.”
Monty shrugged. “I usually don’t like it.”
