Page 64 of Scoreless Nights

“Of course I do,” she moaned, as I pulled her shirt over her head. “But these interviews were set up by an old professor of mine, and it's complicated.”

“How so?” I moved to her leggings and started pulling them down, leaving her completely naked on the tile floor of my living room. Taking my own shorts off and throwing my shoes toward the front door, I then pulled her into my lap. She straddled me and I rubbed my nose on hers, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t want to be hired because of Professor Grissom.”

“And last week, you were?”

“It's the only reason I was offered that job, Cruz. Professor Grissom liked me, helped me, and wanted to do anything he could to see me land the job of my dreams. But I want to be hired because they see something in me. I am well aware I only got these interviews because of Professor Grissom, but I thought showing up and speaking to them would earn me the rest of the way in.”

“So what happens tomorrow?”

“I go to my interview, I have dinner with my friends, and then I…”

“Come home and fuck me,” I finished for her.

“Yeah,” she sighed, like that was the only part of the plan that mattered.

“But I also want you to talk to me.”

“I will, I am!” Her arms spread wide, as if to say that was exactly what we were doing. But she was holding back and I wasn’t going to force anything out of her. When I asked her what happened tomorrow, I meant the interview, but she glossed over that, and gave me her itinerary. She still had some things to work through, but I wanted to know everything that was going on in her head.

Leaning back on the cold tile, I positioned her over the top of me. Stroking my cock a few times I lined myself up between her folds. Then I guided her down on top of me, letting her go at her own pace. She hissed a few times as she seated herself on top of me, then she sat still with her hands on my chest.

“Move your hips,” I groaned. “Ride me.”

“Oh my god,” she whispered, embarrassed, and turned on. Her hips started to rock and with every new motion, her tits bounced. I was torn between watching them, and leaning up and sucking them. But while I waffled with that decision, she made it for me when she leaned forward and hung them directly over my mouth.

I bit each of her nipples, making her moan more, then licked and sucked them as her movement got faster.

“Te ves tan bien encima de mí.”I spoke so low I wasn’t even sure she could hear me. But my words weren’t for her, they were for me.“Quiero que te quedes en mi pene para siempre.”

She paused and looked down at me, tilting her head. Lily had picked up on a little Spanish over the years, and something I said had caught her attention. It caught my attention too, because it was the exact opposite of anything I ever felt.

“Move!” I moaned, hoping to distract Lily from translating in her head. She started grinding her hips again and I pushed up, trying to rub her clit on my pelvis.

“Cruz!” She cried. “This feels so good.”

“Grind your clit. Don’t be shy.. You take whatever you want from me.”

She shook her head, still holding back, worried I would judge her for however she wanted to get herself off. But Lil could have grinded her pussy on my goal post and I would have wanted to write a song about how fucking amazing she was.

“Don’t ever doubt yourself Lil. Whatever makes you feel good is exactly what you get.”

“I just want everything," she cried.

“Then I’ll give you everything.”

That felt like a promise. We didn’t really know how much time we had left together or where it would all lead, but I knew I would do anything for her.

“Put your hand on your clit. Touch yourself for me.”

Her eyes were screwed tight and she shook her head. But at the same time, she ran her hand down her stomach and started making a circle motion with her fingers over her clit.

“That’s my girl. Good girl, baby. I love seeing you so fucking lost to pleasure. Have you ever rubbed that pussy and thought about me?

“God yes,” she admitted.

“Look me in the eyes and say that,” I snapped at her.

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