He held my panties out of his way with one hand, but the other pressed my trembling thigh open further as he sucked at me. I loved the sensation of his rough palm against the inside of my leg. His tongue did cartwheels on my skin. White-hot pleasure flashed through my mind, burning everything away but the desperate need to find release. I tensed, like I was about to do a roundoff-back handspring, about to go tumbling and flying from his intense kiss.
“Oh my God,” I groaned. I clutched at him, filling my hands with his hair.
The palm moved off my leg, and a thick finger speared inside me.
I moved my hips, bucking beneath his mouth. His gentle thrusts injected me with heat. Like a real tryout, he was doing an impressive job of showing off what he could do. Lust swamped my brain. “Please,” I begged. “Faster. More. Oh, Jay, please.”
He grunted like he’d been hit, only it’d been with unexpected pleasure. As if my uncontrollable begging had knocked him sideways.
A second finger joined the first, and I sank deeper down into enjoyment. Desire wrapped all around, smothering me like a heavy blanket and pinning me to the ground beneath his tongue. And his fingers . . . they slid in and out, moving faster and faster until I couldn’t breathe.
Holy hell. It took no time at all to push me past the point of no return.
I cried out, the sound echoing off the nearby trees and filling the night air as I came apart. My orgasm boiled through my veins. It swept along, flames licking at me as I convulsed. Each wave of pleasure was sharp, followed by a burst of blissful numbness.
It was such a cruel twist of fate that this guy was so perfect for me, but in this moment, I no longer cared. All that existed was us.
-15-
JAY
Kayla came so hard, I was surprised the ground didn’t shake beneath her. Fuck, it was the sexiest thing ever. Her moans rang loud as a whistle and I slowed to a halt. Then, I just enjoyed the show.
Her legs quivered around my head. She flinched and jerked. Her pussy clenched down on my fingers, squeezing rhythmically. So hard and strong. I grinned. Giving a girl an orgasm was great. A total confidence boost. But giving Kayla one? It was fucking amazing. Her back rounded up off the blanket, nearly blocking my view of her perfect tits, but then she collapsed down and let out a long breath.
I pulled my fingers from her and released my grip on her underwear, letting the fabric snap back in place as I sat up. I wiped my palm over my lips. She’d been wet before I started fucking her with my mouth, and she was a helluva lot wetter now.
Watching her come made me want to slide my dick inside her until I was balls-deep, and my cock throbbed, demanding satisfaction. She’d taken sex off the menu, which I understood, but said everything else was okay. If she didn’t offer, was there a way to ask for a blow job without sounding like a desperate fucking tool? Because I was dying for her mouth to be wrapped around me.
She stared up at me, and her expression was vulnerable. Bashful. The need to satisfy myself went away and was replaced with the urge to make her feel comfortable. The last thing I wanted was for her to run. I’d never been one of those guys who bolted from commitment, but I wasn’t the first to push for it, either. Who needed extra drama during the season? But I’d decided on the drive over here that I wasn’t going back to Ann Arbor until Kayla was firmly on the Team Jay train.
I set my hands on the blanket on both sides of her head and balanced my weight over her. My biceps were sore and fatigued from my lifting session this morning, but I worked through the burn and hoped she didn’t see the subtle shake of my maxed-out muscles. The trainers had pushed me hard this week.
She had on perfume, or some kind of lotion, and the smell was doing things to me. It was sweet and feminine, yet sexy. It reminded me of being on vacation, and once again, I thought it was probably coconut. I wanted to inhale her.
Kayla placed her hands on my cheeks and kissed me. Except it wasn’t really a kiss. The girl was straight-up fucking my mouth. The ache in my pants intensified, stabbing me with sharp pain every tiny move I made.
How many times this week had I jerked off while thinking about her? At least every morning and night—the only time I got to myself these days—but my dick didn’t get the memo. It was acting like it hadn’t had attention in weeks.