I start motioning to get off of him and the table, but I'm trying to figure out the best way without breaking my neck.
"Wait–" He grabs my ass. "If you're not ready, then you can watch me. There's no way I can go to the Wolf meeting like this right?"
"I guess not," I say suspiciously.
Saint keeps his left hand on my ass and hip, and uses the right to start stroking his cock. Just watching him pleasure himself like this is turning me on all over again. I lean over and kiss the scar on his lip while whispering his name.
"Saint."
He strokes himself a little faster.
"Fuck, Sabrina. I love it when you say my name. Hell, when you say anything like that."
I sit back up and use my hands to trace the ink on the arms that's holding me still.
He likes that too and starts stroking himself even harder.
I grab his hand and lift it off my hip and slide my body down where I can watch him stroke himself even more closely.
He likes that as well.
Feeling more confident and bolder, I bend my head down and lower my mouth onto his cock. This I have some experience with. It takes me a second to get used to the girth of his penis, but I just start slowly and use my tongue to swirl and lick some of the pre-cum that was already leaking. It turns me on to give head, and I moan in appreciation of the taste.
He especially likes that.
I motion to replace his hard working hand with mine, and I continue the rhythm of his strokes without missing a beat.
His dick still enveloped in my mouth.
His hands now tightly gripping my hair.
Holding on as I bob my head up and down.
I get little warning when he blows.
"Goddamn it, Sabrina!"
He softens slightly in my mouth as I swallow every drop, and then sit up with a wide grin on my face.
"Did you like that?" I ask already knowing that he loved every minute of it.
"Fuck Wolf Athletics," Saint growls.
"We can't do that," I argue.
"Quiet, Freshman. I rescheduled that meeting long before I even rang your doorbell."
This man's arrogance continues to shock me.
"So spread 'em. I'm going back in. We'll start with my fingers and then we'll work our way up to the big gun."
Chapter Twenty
SAINT
The roar of the stadium seems louder today.
The stakes are higher.
