I lean forward so we’re skin to skin. My nipples are painfully hard and so sensitive to every pass against the hairs of his chest.
“Fine. I like to grip it tightly, with long strokes. Sometimes I twist my wrist as I get toward the head.”
I whisper in his hear. “I’ll have that head in my mouth soon, Riley. It’ll be so good it’ll blow your mind.”
“Fuck, Curtis.”
“I know. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he puts his hands on my ass, turning the tables on us. Suddenly, I find myself lying on my back with Riley on top of me.
“Wrap your legs around me like earlier,” he commands, and I obey.
What happens next is the best race to the finish line I’ve ever not entered.
“I’m sorry, I can’t go slow. You feel too good,” he says against my lips before taking them in a searing kiss that doesn’t stop until we’re both crying out through our orgasms.
I don’t care that my cum seeps through my underwear and yoga pants. There’s no way this won’t be messy.
Coach moves only slightly, so most of his weight isn’t on me, then peppers my neck with kisses until he reaches my mouth again. It’s sweet and tender, and I don’t want it to end.
“Riley?” I say when he releases my lips.
“Yeah?”
“I think it’s safe to say we know each other well enough that you don’t need to sleep on the couch anymore.”
He gives a carefree laugh that settles in my chest as a good omen.
“Are you inviting me to your bed, Mr. Merroll?” he asks.
“Since it’s your bed, I’m simply inviting you back, except now you get to be the big spoon to your own Christmas Bubble.”
He snorts. “You are not going to start referring to yourself as my Christmas Bubble.”
“Didn’t I just bring you joy?” I pout.
He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. My dick hardens again, especially as his thick leg is between my thighs, giving me the perfect position to rub against.
I moan. “Riley…”
“Hmm?”
“You keep kissing me like that and I’m not responsible for what might come next.”
“Does it end in an orgasm?”
I nod, swallowing another moan. The man has discovered the sensitive spot on my neck. He might not know, but if he keeps licking and sucking my skin, I’ll come again in about three seconds.
“Riley.”
“Take what you want, Curtis.”
Fuck, if I take what I want, I’ll be riding his dick. I haven’t seen it, but from what I felt when he was hard against me, Riley has top-of-the-range equipment down there.
It’s not enough. I rub against him, but I can’t get there. I love his weight on me. I love the way he’s still sucking and kissing my skin. His hands explore me anywhere they can reach.
I know my pants are a mess, but I need to touch myself, and I’m too far gone to care. I need this orgasm now.
