Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
His smile was sad. “Thanks.”
I followed him inside to a hallway with several doors. He waved to the club manager, who was busy stacking equipment in a storage area. “I forgot something.”
“No worries,” the man replied absently as he pulled a box toward him.
Bones pulled open a heavy metal door, and I followed him inside the room.
“So this is what it looks like in here.” My voice echoed in the hollow space as I took in the shiny lockers and wooden benches.
“I heard the one in the Performing Arts building is decked out too.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty nice but smaller. Maybe because we don’t use all that equipment.” Or, more likely, because the football program brought in way more money for the university.
“True.” He gave my body a once-over, his voice turning husky as he said, “You only need to store those thin tights.”
My skin prickled as I cleared my throat. “They help us glide around the stage more easily.”
“Makes sense.” He raised a shoulder. “Told you I don’t dance.”
“Because you don’t know how?” I asked, and he nodded. “You just gotta shuffle your feet.”
“Yeah, right. It can’t be that simple.”
“Obviously, there’s complicated choreography during performances, but if you’re in a crowd in the middle of a dance floor, it’s easy. Watch.” I stepped closer and started moving my hips to imaginary music.
“But you’ve got rhythm. I don’t.”
My hands latched on to his waist. “Oh, I bet we could put those hips to work.”
“Jesus, do you hear yourself?” His fingers grazed my shoulder. “You’re not making this easy. You’re driving me crazy.”
I stepped back. “Sorry.”
“No, don’t be. I just…never mind.”
When he turned to open his locker, I said, “Tell me.”
He grabbed his watch and strapped it on his wrist. “I can’t stop thinking about that night and what it would feel like to…”
My heart started pattering. “To…?”
“Touch each other again. But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s not that.” I momentarily screwed my eyes shut. “We’d both have to agree that it would only be another one-off.”
He huffed out a harsh breath. “I can…agree to that. Just please… I want…”
He was practically trembling with need as I stepped closer. When our eyes locked, he swore under his breath as he anchored his back against his locker.
I didn’t want to give in—to him, to this. But fuck, I wanted him, and that made my cock grow uncomfortably thick inside my sweats, the material suddenly feeling unpleasantly rigid.
“Take out your dick,” I said, and he immediately complied by unbuttoning his jeans and shoving the waistband down his hips.
Well, damn, that was easy. His cock sprang free, beautifully flushed and leaking, and I practically drooled at the sight. Giving head was one of my favorite things, and I was dying to show him why.
“Now what?” Bones’s cock flexed, a bead of precome forming at the tip.
When I dropped to my knees, the floor felt hard and cold, but I didn’t care. All I wanted right then was to have his shaft between my lips.
“Holy shit, is this really happening?” Bones shuddered as he gripped his length and stroked it root to tip. A thrill shot through me, not only that I was finally getting a chance to touch his silky-warm skin, but that he was as turned-on as me.
“Unless you don’t want this?” I teased, then blew a steady breath across his shaft.
“I swear to God, if you’re messing with me, I might combust from blue balls.”
I chuckled as I rubbed my cheek against the coarse material of his jeans. I could smell him, and the scent was overpowering. Like sweat and soap and the musk of his arousal, and I wanted him between my lips so bad that my mouth watered.
“Let me have a taste.” When I stuck out my tongue, he fed the tip to my eager lips. Licking the slit, I was rewarded with a salty burst of precome.
“Okay…now I might die,” he rasped.
“You won’t.” I snickered. “I promise not to let you.”
My smirk under lock and key, I glanced up at him and recognized the same excitement and longing and raw need from that time we made out in the room. That gave me all the confidence I needed.
Leaning forward, I kissed his shaft, noting how hard and warm it felt against my lips. I mouthed his length up and down, giving the shaft little licks as I went. Bones tipped his head and groaned, his lower back planting against the locker for leverage.
I drew back to admire his plump shaft as it flexed against his abdomen. I placed my nose directly against the base and sniffed. I needed his cock in my mouth like I needed air, but I also wanted to take my time. Or maybe I just liked teasing him like this.
A shudder quaked across his shoulders when I looked up at him, his eyes wide with wonder, a mix of unrestrained lust and disbelief.