Page 9 of The Rivals' Touch

He groans quietly and plants his hands on the stall wall behind me. “Fuck, babe! That feels good!”

“I love your big cock.” I grin, but it’s forced. The quickest way to get Bennett off is to feed his ego. “I can barely get my fingers around it.”

He grunts and thrusts his hips. “God, babe! You want to taste it?”

I jerk him faster. Any other day and I would’ve died to be with him like this. But today, I feel dirty, and no showers can make the feeling disappear. “That’s it, babe! Fuck my hand,” I whisper, goading him.

“Oh shit!” His movements grow jerky. “Ah! Fuck!”

My clit throbs, but the soreness makes my skin crawl. I hate feelinghimon me.

Bennett puts his hand on my shoulder and tells me without words what he wants as he guides me down to my knees.

I listen for sounds outside the stall while I cup his balls and lick his dick from root to tip. We’re alone now.

“Suck it, babe!”

I take him into my mouth as far as I can. He’s so close to coming, it won’t take much. I bob on him four times. Five. Up and down. His hand is in my hair, and his face scrunches up in pleasure as his hot release fills my mouth. I swallow his salty goodness and jerk his shaft until he’s satiated.

He steps back and leans on the stall wall as he tucks himself away and tightens his belt. “Want me to return the favor?”

I glance around the dirty toilet stall. There’s a suspicious brown stain on the wall next to Bennett, not to mention the graffiti. “I’m good, thank you.”

He gives me a look. “What the fuck is up with you today? We’ve hooked up in here before.”

That’s true, but I feel off today. “Nothing is up. I’m on my period.”

He pulls a disgusted face. I don’t know how he buys into the lie since it’s only been two weeks.

“Besides, I’m moving tonight.”

He grins and traps me against the wall again. Then he dives down to suck on my neck; his warm lips skim over my sensitive skin. “Even more reason to fuck. Who knows when I’ll get to see you next?”

When I push him off, he laughs. But I don’t think it’s funny. He’s not the one moving away from his friends and everyone he loves; and to a rival school, of all places.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asks when he notices me crying. “What’s wrong, babe?” He wipes my cheek.

“You’ll find someone else.”

His brows knit together just as the door to the bathroom opens, and a group of guys enter. “Don’t say that!” he whispers, not wanting to be overheard. “I don’t want anyone else. You know that!”

I hate feeling insecure. I fist his red-and-black, checkered shirt and steal another hungry kiss. “I love you!”

He smiles, cupping my cheek. “I love you too!” He snatches up my bottom lip with his teeth, and when he lets go, he asks, “Sure you don’t want to fuck?” His smile is cheeky but cute.

“Want me to suck you again?” I whisper against his soft lips, and he groans, squeezing his hardening dick in his jeans.

“Fuck, babe! Look what you do to me!” He wraps his fingers around my wrist and flattens my palm over his hard bulge.

The bell rings, and his tortured groan makes me laugh.

When I exit the stall, he chases after me. The group of guys is gone.

“Babe, please! I’ll be quick!”

I snort, eyeing him over my shoulder with a teasing grin. “I can’t be late for class on my last day!”

He catches me around my waist and carries me back into the stall as my squealing laughter fills the small room. “No one is going to notice!”

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