Page 108 of Only in Your Dreams

“Keeping my mouth busy.”

That growing smirk of hers tells me she’s perfectly on board with the idea.

Or maybe not. She arches her back, lifting her body out of reach from my mouth, and stretches out over me. Trails kisses down my chest, over my shirt, feeling me through the fabric like she’s been craving to touch me. She lifts my shirt just enough to dot wet kisses over my stomach, hollowing it out.

My belt, my pants, are quick to go. Mel shoves everything down before settling on her elbows over my cock, and I’m fucking captivated. Heart pounding, breathing hard. Craning my neck just to get a good look at what she’s about to do.

“You’re so fucking big,” she whispers, wetting her lips. Staring down at my cock like she’s taking stock. Like it’s her Everest, and she’s hellbent on conquering it.

And then I catch sight of what’s above me. Melody’s ass is in the air, still out of reach of my mouth, but the jersey she’s wearing has ridden up so that it’s nothing but a scrap of silky blue fabric covering her pussy. I reach for her ass and she hums her approval, kissing along my hip bone. A groan wrenches from deep in my chest. My grip on her ass turns so rough there’s a chance she wakes up with bruises in the morning.

She shushes me. “Stay quiet. You don’t want this to stop, do you?”

“So, sit down. Give my mouth something to do.”

She doesn’t. Mel, my perfect, stunning, bratty girl, fists the base of my cock, hesitates a moment, letting her hot breath cover me before curving her tongue over the tip.

“Ah. Jesus fuck, Mel.”

It turns out, when I’m not taking control, when I let her go at me just to see what she does and how she takes me, Melody likes to be a tease. She drags her tongue from base to tip, kisses me as though she’s about to swallow me down before pulling away to watch me buck my hips, thrusting into nothing.

Mel drags wet kisses down my shaft, sucking as she moves along, licks at my balls like she means to do something with them, only to pull away with a devastatingly sexy laugh when I grunt with impatience. She shushes me again.

My cock goes a bit wet at the tip. She licks the pre-cum with an appreciative hum and I might really be dreaming. She’s toying with me.Torturingme, making me sweat, waiting for her mouth and trying to keep my sounds in check.

She pulls away again, and I finally snap. Gather her hair in a firm fist.

“Melody. Stop fucking with me or I’ll show you exactly how brats like you deserve to take a cock like mine.”

But I’ve been so shortsighted. This is Melody, my perfect Clover, so with a soft laugh she says: “Took you long enough.”

That’s the only cue I need. My grip on her hair tightens and I push her face down onto my cock, feeling her mouth stretch around me, drag down, surrounding me in maddening wet heat. I mean to pause partway down, because, without trying to sound like a conceited ass, I know I can be a lot to take. But Melody takes over. Swallows more of me, and then even more, and fucking hell, this girl is a miracle because she doesn’t stop until she’s got me in her throat.

The second I tap out, I buck involuntarily, making her choke. But Mel draws back before sucking me back down to her fist, and again, and again with the kind of enthusiasm I’d have never believed if I wasn’t seeing it for myself. Everything is so good, so wet, so fucking hot my eyes start to roll back into my head.

But she’s stretched out over me, that tight body of hers barely covered by my jersey as it rides up with every deep bob of her head over my cock. I reach for her, running my thumb over her pussy just once before she jerks out of my reach.

“You don’t want me to?”

She doesn’t let up against my cock, but she makes a sound of denial. Then she squirms her hips over my head, and I swear to God I’ve never had to try this hard to resist pussy in my life.

“You’re lying to me, Clover.” I run the back of a finger over her panties. “You’re soaked and needy, aren’t you?”

She licks and sucks at my cock, this time her sounds acquiescing. I palm her ass, squeezing, so fucking ready to taste her, but the second I reach to push her panties aside, she jerks away again. And to add insult to injury, she drags her mouth right off my cock with the most breathtaking wet sound.

“It’s your big night. I want you to take it and see what a good girl I can be for my game-winning coach.”

I let out a mirthless laugh. “Good girls let me have their pussies whenever I want.”

“Oh,” she says with feigned innocence. “Then I guess I’m just as bratty as you say I am.”

I grit my teeth when she takes me in her mouth again. And I damn near buck us off the bed when I watch her hand travel down her body, squeeze her tits through my jersey, crawl down her stomach, reach into her flimsy panties. She whimpers around my cock and I watch her fingers rub circles on her pussy, hanging over my head.

“Let me see,” I demand. I’m doing my damnedest to stay quiet, but this is killing me. “Clover, let me see you.”

She nods before bobbing down again and I yank her panties down to watch the way her fingers slide over her clit, rubbing fast, hard circles. She’s making me crazy. Ruining me with her mouth and making me lose my fucking mind playing with herself for me to watch. Aching for her to cave in and drop onto my mouth, or else let me reach for a tiny taste.

“Melody,” I grind out. “Do yourself a favor and sit that pretty pussy on my face.”

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