Page 175 of Jocks

“Is this for me?” Her question sounds innocent and sultry and oh so fucking perfect. If I didn’t believe the willpower I had of wanting her before was powerful, her hands on me further proves my point.

“You know it is,” I growl because I’m not sure what happened in her head in the last couple of minutes, but something snapped or clicked into the right place.

“Faster,” she whispers, rubbing her hands down my length and I swear she almost sounds more turned on than she was a moment ago.

I want to kiss her so fucking bad, but I hold true to my stupid promise. I need to show her how I can respect and worship her while not taking. I’ve already forced myself into her Tuesdays and Thursdays when she tutors me in the school library. I also want to show her that I’m not the other guys she’s dated. That I’m not that big of a fucking tool to not give a fuck about what she desires.

I follow her order as she squeezes me and jerks me off through my jeans. She makes me come, and we’re in trouble.

She’s in trouble.

Because I haven’t been jerked off in my pants since freshman year, and even then, I had to finish myself off in the bathroom after Riley Weathers tried to maul me on a date. I lied and faked my own orgasm so she’d stop poppin’ me in the balls, but I could finish easy.

I could always achieve an orgasm with another girl because I’d imagine it was Magnolia.

“I’m going…I’m going to come,” she moans, and my cock only flinches in her grasp at her admission before she’s squealing out her pleasure in hushed flashes of ecstasy. And every time she hits a new crest or high, her fingers compress my cock a little harder, and I suck in strained air through my teeth.

Pulling my face from her neck when she’s finished, she doesn’t stop touching me, peering at me with flushed cheeks and glistening hazel eyes.

“You good, baby?” She nods and begins pumping me again. “Don’t do that, Mags.”

“Do what?”

“You make me come in my pants, then I’m going to take that as you fueling my obsession when it comes to you.”

Her pretty lips heave. “I’m just returning the favor.”

“You don’t need to.”

“I want to.”

“I’m going to date you, Magnolia. That’s my intention. You make me come off your hand, I’m going to fuck you next.”

Her expression lifts as if I’m bluffing. “That’s awful confident of you, Asher Clark.”

“Well, Burrows, I never lose soooo…hence why I got scouts comin’ to see me all the time.”

“And cocky.”

“Right now, yeah, because you got my dick in your pretty little hand.” I suck in another needed breath as she strokes me long and slow, my balls tightening at how sweet and evil she’s being to me right now.

Yep.

She’s not that sweet little history nerd that likes the library, or the chick that goes to games only to score other dude’s attention.

Nah, she’s Magnolia Burrows.

And my hard dick is in her hand right now and under her control. I knew somehow she’d break a little for me. She just needed a little push.

“Mags!” her father yells out from the living room. “Where are the chips?”

“Asher is eating them all,” she answers back.

“Boy,” he barks out. “If you don’t leave us any snacks, Imma get outta this chair!”

I roll my eyes at her placing the blame on me and she only keeps her cute little grin plastered to her face. “You’re an asshole.”

“And you need to come by Mrs. Fanta’s food truck next weekend at the fall festival with your friends. She’s nervous about how it’s going to go, and I need people to buy her stuff.”

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