Only One Chance (Only One 2)

“You and me both,” he says, closing the door behind me and walking over to get into the car. He tosses his jacket in the back seat, and we take off for his house. “Did you enjoy the game?” he asks.

“I mean, it’s different now that you know I’m a girlfriend,” I say, and when he looks over at me smirking, I wink at him.

“When I saw you wearing my jersey, I got a hard-on, and let me tell you. A hard-on and a jockstrap do not go well together,” he says, and I laugh. The car ride home is quiet as the two of us remain in our own world. I’m not going to admit this to him, but I’m nervous. It’s silly and crazy, and I can’t even begin to explain it to myself, let alone him.

When we pull up to his house, my hand comes out to grab the door handle to open it. “I hope you saved your energy, Adams.” He looks over at me. “You owe me five orgasms, and I bumped it up to seven for fighting.” I get out of the car and wait for him to meet me. He charges to me and pushes me against the car door. “Miller,” I say almost breathlessly.

“All night,” he says. “I was holding on by a string.” His mouth devours mine, his hands come up to cup my tits, and I let go of his mouth to moan. “All I could see was you in my jersey.” He lifts the hem of the jersey, and right here in the middle of his driveway in the dark, he slips his hand into my jeans. I try to open my legs, but the restriction of the jeans doesn’t let me.“Wet,” he says when his hand rubs up and down my covered slit. “Right, though.” His mouth finds mine again as he rubs up and down. I’m aching to get him to touch me skin to skin, aching to feel his fingers in me. “All I could see,” he says again when he lets go of my mouth, “is fucking your mouth with my cock while you wore this jersey.” I close my eyes, picturing the same thing he is picturing, and I come, just like that. My legs squeeze together, and I shake. A moan escapes me, and he rubs up and down, and when I finally open my eyes, I see the smirk on his face. “Six more to go.” I take his hand out of my jeans and stick his finger in his mouth. “Shall we?” he says, and I finally realize that right here in the middle of his fucking driveway with only his fingers in my pants, not even in my vagina that I came for him.“Um,” I start to say to him as he pulls me to the front door. “I—”He unlocks the door and steps in with me following him. I’m about to say something else, but I can’t because I’m pushed up against the door. “Do you know what I did last night?” he asks as he devours my neck, and I can’t even see in the darkness. I see a little bit of light coming from somewhere in the house, but I can’t focus on anything else but him. He’s all around me, yet I can’t get enough of him.“What?” I ask almost in a daze.“I fell asleep with the thought of you sitting on my face,” he tells me, and my head falls back against the door. “Time to find out if you taste like strawberries.”Chapter 24MillerMy heart hammers in my chest, my cock is harder than a rock, and all I can think about is getting her naked and pleasing her. I attack her neck, sucking in and tasting her. She moans softly, and all the plans that I had are out the window. Taking my time with her and savoring her are out the window. Making her come on my tongue is the new plan. My hands roam from her neck to her tits, and I wish I could feel them better, but with the fucking jersey on, I can’t tease her nipples the way I want to. “I want to rip the jersey off you,” I tell her right before my tongue slips into her mouth for a bit. My hand goes to her hips and then her ass.

“Take it off,” she says breathlessly when I let go of her mouth. “Let’s take it all off.” Her hands go to the hem, and she tries to take off the jersey. I grab her hand in mine and then take the other in mine and raise them to the side of her head. “Miller,” she groans, and her fingers fling to mine.

My mouth goes to her ear. “Don’t move your hands,” I tell her, slipping my fingers out of her. “The minute you move your hand is the minute I stop.” I wish there was more light shining through, so I can see her eyes, I wish I could see her eyes when she comes. I drop down to my knees, coming face-to-face with her pussy. My finger comes out, and I move over the zipper of her jeans right where I know her clit is. “All night,” I tell her, slipping the button out. “I was hard.” The sound of the zipper opens, filling the room, both of us not breathing. “Thinking of this.” I kiss her right above her lace panties. “Thinking of how you taste,” I say, pushing down her jeans over her hips. Leaning in and licking her right over her lace thong.