“I want you on top,” he said before laying me down on the bed. “I want to watch you come.”
I scooted back, patting the mattress next to me. He crawled on the bed, kissing me on the way. When he laid on his back, I straddled his body, that huge cock in my hand to guide it.
His hands squeezed my perky breasts, making my nipples tingle as I slipped down onto his fat, thick cock. So good. I moved up then down again, finding a rhythm as I arched my back.
He grabbed my ass cheeks as I bent forward and pressed my breasts against his chest. Our skin touching, I continued grinding my hips, his dick pushing into my pussy. So hard.
I felt him throb inside me as we kissed. His tongue pushed into my mouth forcefully, urgently. Mine swirled against his as our bodies moved as one, connected by our special parts.
“Brooke…”
The way he whispered my name made me want to never stop fucking him. Not ever. I sat up again, changing the angle of entry slightly but still sliding up and down on it. He put his palm on my stomach, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
The sensation pushed me over the edge. I cried out in pleasure as I came, still bouncing up and down on him. It had been so long, and it felt so damn good.
When I opened my eyes and stared down at him, he had a satisfied smile on his face.
“Oh, Austin.”
I leaned forward, resting against his chest. He grabbed my ass and thrust into my pussy, assaulting it like
there was no tomorrow.
“Fuck,” he grunted then came.
His cock throbbed inside me as I stared at his eyes. After his body stopped shaking, I slowly climbed off of him. As I laid next to his naked, sweat soaked body, the reality of the situation kicked in. I’d just had sex with a football star. Me!
I draped an arm across his stomach, loving his little treasure trails so hard and defined. Would he dump me now? How would that make me feel? Self-doubt crept into my mind as we held each other. At least he wasn’t leaving right away.
“I’m going to the bathroom to clean up,” I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
“I’ll come with,” he said, getting off the other side. “When’s your roommate get home?”
“Late tonight. After midnight. If you need to go, I’ll understand.”
“That’s not me,” he said then patted my ass in the hallway.
I smiled as we reached the bathroom.
“Good to know. My bed is small.”
“All the better to sleep snuggled up against you.”
“Wow,” I said with phony surprise.
“What?”
“I never knew jocks could be so romantic.”
He grinned at me as we stared at each other in our reflections in the mirror.
“I’m not your average jock.”
“You’re my big jock,” I said then giggled.
“Do not tell anyone else that nickname or ever say it in public.”
I smiled, unable to stop.