Jock Reign (Jock Hard 5)

“Sure about kissing you? Um, yes. Do you not want me to?”

“Of course I want you to.”

“Then why are you asking?”

Why the hell am I asking? I’m losing my mind, that’s why. Nothing has been normal since I moved to the States, and this evening is no exception.

I resume kissing her, more passionately than before, letting my hands touch her everywhere so she knows I’m interested. They trail up her back, fingers brushing the side boob.

God I love side boob.

Wish I could see it.

“You should probably take my underwear off or something,” Eliza mutters close to my ear as her pussy rubs against my erection; it strains angrily in my cotton boxers, aching to get out.

She wants me to take her underpants off?

Sweet Jesus, then what?

Then what?

What the fuck am I talking about, then what. You’re not a bloody virgin, Jack—get your head in the game.

Then stop acting like one.

What if you blow your load before anything happens? What if she touches it and you jizz?

Stop thinking about it, for Christ’s sake.

Too late.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Eliza is grumbling, lifting her arse off my pelvis and sliding her panties down her hips and legs, removing them herself since I’m lying here like a limp cock, letting my thoughts get the better of me.

She tosses her panties to the floor—at least, I assume that’s where she throws them, her mouth already back on mine. Kisses me a few times before rolling off, head hitting the pillow beside me, her hand reaching out for my arm, tugging.

“Come here,” she says, the little bossy pants, and now I’m wondering where this aggressive, assertive girl has been this whole time.

Little hellcat in the sack, apparently.

Who knew?

I certainly never would have guessed.

She seems so unassuming and sweet, and here she is, naked as the day she was born and pulling me on top of her.

My dick throbs, especially when Eliza weasels her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and slowly circles it with a gentle squeeze.

I moan into her mouth.

Rock back and forth, dry-humping from above, the tip of my dick teasing her pussy even though I’m not naked.

“We should play a game,” she says, wincing when the lightning outside flashes. “It’s called Just the Tip.”

“I’ve heard of that game.” I chuckle. “But explain the rules.”

“Well, you have to take off your underwear and then rub up and down my lady business without sliding in. Whoever starts begging for it loses.”

“Begging for what?” I ask for clarification.

“Full penetration.”

“Don’t say full penetration—you sound like a sex teacher.”

“A sex teacher?”

“You know—the teacher in school who teaches you about sex and relationship education.”

“I know what you mean.” She laughs. “We call that a health teacher here.”

Oh. “Well you sound like one when you say full penetration.” I press forward, teasing her again.

“Fine, I’ll stop saying it.” Eliza pouts. “To play the game, you have to take off your bottoms. We both have to be naked.”

She says naked like nekked, a teasing, playful tone.

She’s excited; I can see it in the way her eyes are getting glassy and the way she’s licking her lips.

Wildcat.

She-devil.

I shuck my boxers before she can tell me again, her breath catching when they land on the ground next to the bed.

I hope she’s not disappointed—I’m no porn star in the dick department, but I get by. Still, one never knows. Perhaps she’s one of those girls who like a giant, thick—

I gasp when her fingers stroke it.

“Stop, that’s cheating.”

“How is it cheating?”

“Coz I’ll be begging for it in the next few seconds.” Her groping of my member isn’t fair.

“Or maybe I’ll be the one begging—this dick is amazing.” She gives it another stroke for good measure, at the same time moaning beneath me.

“I could be shite in bed for all you know.”

“Guess we’ll see.”

Guess we’ll see…sounds like a sure bet if I do say so myself, but I guess we’ll see about that, too, eh?

“Tease me with the tip of it,” she tells me, fingers releasing my cock, leaving it like a sheet in the wind hanging between us, adrift.

It’s sad without her hand on it.

Bloke doesn’t know quite what to do with himself.

I reach over and grab a condom out of my bedside table, tearing the package open and quickly rolling it on my cock. Then finally…

I lower my pelvis so the head of my shaft meets the valley between her legs, Eliza’s hips rising a notch to greet me. Making it easier to rub her there.

Back and forth my cock goes, back and forth, sliding in and out of her pussy, just the tip. Just the tip. Just how she wanted it, the minx.

We moan at the same time, tortured. Breaths labored.

When I lower my head to look into her eyes, she’s already watching me, lips parted, eyes glazed from lust.

“This is hard,” she whispers.