TackledP: A Sports Romance(47)

But Colton doesn't give me a moment's reprieve. He grips my hips and lifts me up gently, his eyes fixed on mine as he licks me again.

"Colton," I protest, pulling him away from me.

"You're embarrassed," he says, laughing.

"I — yes." I stammer the words. "I was…loud."

A grin spreads across his face. "That's the hottest thing I've ever heard. And now that's out of the way."

"What's out of the way?" I ask.

"Your first orgasm from me."

First orgasm? My college boyfriend was more of the wham-bam type (except without the bam, I guess), squeezing my breasts perfunctorily and rubbing his finger on my clit until I came and he could get his turn.

Colton is talking about getting the first orgasm out of the way? What the hell does he want to do with me now?

He answers my question before I even ask it. "I'm going to lick you clean," he says. "And then I'm going to make you come again."





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Colton





I make good on my word.

I bathe her pussy with my tongue and then I fuck her with my fingers, the way I told her I would before. We don't even make it to the bed. The minute I pull her to her feet, my fingers are on her clit. With one hand at the nape of her neck and the other between her legs, I kiss her.

This is not the same girl who came into the room wound so tightly that she was going to burst, spun up about rules and all that bullshit, thinking too much.

This girl runs her hands over my chest and down my back, her fingernails dragging across my skin as I stroke her slowly inside. She makes little whimpering sounds that are muted as I kiss her, little whimpering sounds that turn into louder moans the more I stroke her.

This time, when Cassie's fingers find the button on my jeans, I don't stop her. I take my lips away from hers long enough so she can yank my pants and boxers down over my ass, and I kick them away when the clothing falls to my feet.

But I don't stop stroking her.

Not even when she looks down at my cock and licks her lips. My cock twitches its response as the thought of her lips around it flashes through my head.

When she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, I'm not sure who groans louder, me or her.

"It's… so big," she whispers as her hand moves lightly up and down my shaft. Her brow furrows and I laugh.

"You're worried," I say, pressing against the textured place inside her that makes her moan.

"I'm worried it'll… hurt." Her touch is light, her strokes perfect as her hand pumps my shaft. It's exactly how I hoped it would feel, and I want my dick inside her more than anything.

I push my fingers in deeper, my palm grinding against her clit, and she bucks her hips against me, her movements becoming erratic as she moves closer to orgasm. Her pussy is swollen, the muscles tightening around my fingers. "Don't get ahead of yourself," I say. "I'm not fucking you tonight. Tell me, did you think about wrapping your hand around my cock, the way it is right now?"

"Yes," she breathes. She runs her thumb over the pre-cum that drips from the tip of my cock.

"Did you come thinking about my cock in your mouth?" I whisper.

"Yes."

Her pussy tightens around my fingers again, and I can hardly handle feeling just her hand any longer. I want to claim her mouth as mine. "You bent yourself over here, and fucked yourself with your vibrator, thinking about how my cock would feel inside you?"

"Yes."

"Come for me, Cassie," I whisper. "Imagine it's my cock inside you, filling your pussy."

She screams her orgasm, letting go of my cock as her pussy tightens around my fingers so hard it hurts, and all I can imagine is what it's like to be inside her.

When Cassie finally comes down from her orgasm, she looks at me with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. She doesn't say a word. She runs her hands across my chest, her eyes trailing down the length of my body as she touches me like she's trying to memorize my body by touch. When her fingertips brush against the head of my cock, her touch makes me jump.

She runs her finger across the head of my cock, catching the pre-cum that drips from the tip and rubbing it into my skin. When she grips my shaft again, her touch light, I hear myself groan.

"I want to suck your cock," she whispers. Her face is flushed from her orgasm, her eyes bright as she looks at me with upturned lips.

"Say that again. I can't get enough dirty words coming out of your mouth."

"I want," she says, sinking to her knees between my legs, her hands following her down, trailing over my chest, "to suck your cock."

"Cassie," I groan.

My cock twitches at the thought of her lips wrapped around it, filling her mouth until I've given her every last drop of me.