Slowly, she pulls herself off my dick. “You will. Once I’m done here.”
I blow out a breath through clenched teeth as she suckles on the tip of my cock. “Once you’re done,” I say, trying not to give in to the amazing sensation, “I won’t have anything left for you.”
“You sound desperate.” Her voice is a low, seductive hum. “What is it you want to do to me so badly?”
“I want to sink my cock into your sweet pussy and make you scream. Please. Let me fuck you.” I swallow. “I want to make you scream.”
She smiles, circling her clit with two fingers and drawing my eyes to her pussy like a magnet. “Sounds amazing. But so is the feeling of your cock on my tongue.”
My eyes squeeze closed as she takes me to the back of her throat again. “You’re fucking me up,” I manage to grunt.
Jade murmurs her agreement, sending electric vibrations up and down my length.
I groan at the sensation, absolutely fucking incredible. I’m getting weak, as weak as I’ve ever been. “I’m begging you. Please, baby. Please. Let me open you up and fuck you right here.”
She relents, releasing me and getting to her feet. It’s only then I catch the dazed look in her eyes and realize how turned on she is by my begging. She had me thinking she had all the power, but shit, she’s barely in control. And that turnsmeon.
I kick off the pants and boxers tangled at my ankles and yank the shirt over my head, then take Jade by the waist andpush her toward my locker space. She’s totally compliant. I grab a condom from the stash in my gym bag and roll it on, tossing the wrapper to the floor.
“Put your hands on my name,” I order when she’s positioned in front of the cubby space next to my locker door.
She puts her hands over her head, her left obediently pressed against the plaque that bears my name, but the right covering my neighbor’s name. “Like this?” She turns so her face is in profile over her shoulder, a lick of a smile on her lips. Apparently she’s got just enough energy left to tease me one more time.
“Like this.” I take her right hand and put it over my plaque, crushing her fingers against it. She exhales, turned on. “Now kneel on the bench.”
I pat her ass as she kneels on the vinyl bench in front of the cubby. I slide my hands down her outstretched arms, kissing a path down her spine, then squeezing her tight waist as I crouch and drop kisses over the curve of her ass. When I rise back up, I lick the back of her neck, then whisper, “Spread your legs.”
Her breath quickens. She spreads her legs wide, eager for me, but I push my knee between her thighs to make her go even wider. She does. “Better.”
“Come on,” she whispers over her shoulder. “Please.”
I drag my tongue from her shoulder to her ear, pretending the raw sound of her voice doesn’t have me on the verge of coming all over again. “Now who’s begging?”
“Me.”
The insides of her spread thighs are damp with her wetness when I slide my fingers up the smooth skin. My cock is impossibly stiff when my hands find her soft folds, and she arches her back, completely ready to take me.
When I push inside her, Jade lets out a cry so sharp that I stop, afraid I hurt her, but she reaches back and holds me tight.
“Keep going. Hard, Reeve.” Her voice is broken and desperate. Every sound, every touch, every move of hers makes me need her more.
I grip her waist and steady her as I thrust unforgivingly into her body. Her hot center makes me feel like the most powerful man on earth while the sweet, desperate cries she lets out every time my cock goes deep make me feel like I could shatter at any second. I cover her hands with mine as her fingers curl into the plastic engraved with my name.
“You’re not giving it to me hard enough,” she whispers, words that make my cock throb inside her. Just like she knew they would.
I smack her ass, and she moans in response, spreading her knees wider. “No?”
A desperate, unintelligible sound slips past her lips, but she shakes her head.
“Then I’ll go harder.” I wrap an arm around her waist so she’s as tight to me as I can get her. Then I thrust deep, so deep I’m rocking on my toes. Deep enough to make her gasp and buck. She presses her cheek against her white-knuckled hands and closes her eyes, her jaw hanging open as she moans and sweats and takes me hard like a fucking champ.
Her loud, rhythmic cries are raw and uninhibited. If anyone’s outside the locker room, they’re hearing us fuck, no doubt. And if they want to walk in and catch us, good. The idea of someone witnessing the most beautiful, perfect girl on earth spread open and losing her mind for me only gets me harder.
“Better, sweetheart?” I growl.
“Yes,” she gasps. With that, she lets out a twisted cry, arching back against me as her body pulses deliciously around my length. I wind her braid around my fist and pull her head back so I can drop a kiss on the sweat-damp hair at her templesas she comes. Then it’s all over. I groan her name as I fall apart. My cock jerks and releases inside her sweet pulsating body.
We wash the sweat away in the shower. But as the post-sex bliss fades, the high feeling stays. And as long as Jade is mine, I know it’s not going anywhere. It’s not just her body I need and not just her presence, either; it’s this feeling of having her. And if this isn’t love, I don’t need love—nothing could feel better than this.
