A sensation takes over me that I have never felt in my life. My core turns to lava and my hips tilt higher. Torres sucks on my clit, not too hard, but not too soft either, and just as I so happen to look down, he winks at me, but his mouth doesn’t stop working its magic.
And that fucking wink? It does something to me. That sensation I felt? It’s building up into dangerous territories and I can no longer control myself. My body goes wild and I cry out his name. Not the name Torres, but his real name.
“Oh my God, Joaquin!”
What is he doing to me? How is he making me lose so much control?
His tongue slows down as it runs over my clit and I gasp, realizing exactly what this is.
It’s my first real orgasm, and holy shit, I have never felt something so amazing—a pleasure so intense and raw and powerful. I cry out his name again and again, falling over the edge and easing into a smooth wave of gratification.
Torres eventually pulls away, and the absence of him makes me ache all over again, but honestly and truly, I don’t think I could take any more of what he has to give of his mouth. I’m too sensitive down there.
He climbs on the bed, his face above mine. My smell is on his lips. I gasp.
His cock is hard again, pressing on my thigh. He looks down to grip it, propped up on one elbow and works the head of his cock between the slit of my pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so wet right now. I want to fuck you so bad,” he rasps, and he doesn’t stop. He skims the thick tip up and down, and I sigh when he touches my clit with it. I’m still sensitive, but this feels good.
He closes his eyes and drops his head, still fisting his cock, still running it through the wet slit of my pussy.
“Just do it,” I breathe. “I’m not a virgin. I can take it.”
He breathes harder through his nostrils, head shaking, but his hand doesn’t stop. His breathing becomes ragged and uneven and then he lets out a heavy groan, and in a matter of seconds, I feel something hot spill between the lips of my pussy.
“Shit,” he groans, dropping his forehead to mine as he releases his sated cock. “Can’t seem to keep my shit together around you,” he murmurs, his mouth near my lips.
He sighs and pushes off me to stand. His cock is semi-hard. I bet he could go another round. “Shit, Lakes,” he says, gazing down at his cock. “You really need to go. If you stay any longer I’ll…I don’t know.”
“Why?” I sit up on the bed.
“Because I can’t fuck you tonight.” The assertiveness in his tone catches me off guard.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
He frowns, then gestures to his cock. “Yes, I want to fuck you. I—I mean, what I’m feeling right now is too much, Lakes. I’m losing myself. I never lose myself like this. I just—I can’t go this far with you. I can’t fuck you.”
“Ever?”
He shakes his head, then lowers it. “I don’t know, but I know what we just did will have to be enough. We have to stop.”
I sigh and climb off the bed. He’s right. We do have to stop…but how the hell are we going to stop when it feels this great? Both of us pleasing each other with our mouths, sitting around heated with lust. I can’t even begin to imagine what we’d do if he does end up fucking me.
There’s a knock at the door as I start to speak and my eyes stretch as I look at the door and then at him.
“Yo, Quin! You in there, man? Got a lady with you?” a man calls behind the door. He laughs at his own comment and I can’t help noticing his voice is familiar.
“Who is that?” I whisper, hurrying to collect my clothes.
“It’s Mills.” There’s panic in Torres’ eyes.
“Coach Mills?” I gasp. “Oh my God.”
“He can’t see you here,” he murmurs quickly, going for his jeans too. “Get your stuff and go to the bathroom to clean up. Let me talk to him.”
I nod, scrambling for my shoes, and then hurrying to the bathroom. I flip the light switch on and then close and lock the door behind me.
After cleaning myself up, I dress quickly and press my ear to the door.
“You ran off on me, man. You okay?” I hear Mills asks.
“I’m good, man. Just got a little tired. I’m actually about to call it a night.”
“Yeah, same, man. The girl I was chatting with is waiting for me in my room.” Mills chuckles. “Just wanted to check in with you, make sure you were good.”
“I’m great, Ben. I had fun tonight. I really needed it.”