“I want to touch you, too,” I confess, breaking the kiss.
With Taylor, I don’t want to take anything too far or do anything without her permission.
Still jerking my dick, she nods, lifting her hips to give me better access. Moving her spandex shorts to the side, I’m surprised to find she’s not wearing any underwear.
“Bad girl,” I growl, and her eyes flicker with acknowledgment.
“Underwear didn’t exactly go with the outfit.” She raises her hips higher, giving me the perfect view of her shaved pussy. She’s so wet when I drag my finger along her slit it plunges straight inside her.
“Fuck, Taylor,” I say, my movements perfectly in sync with hers. I lean back just enough to give her some room to stroke my cock while I slide another finger into her pussy.
With her free hand, she wets her fingers with her juices and then rubs them down the length of my cock. And when she does that, I let out a hiss, unable to control myself. She’s driving me fucking insane right now. If only I could fuck her. Something tells me I could let go with her, no problem, but the fear lingers in the back of my mind. It never fully goes away, not even with the one girl I think could cure me of this curse.
Using more of her juices to lubricate my cock, Taylor wraps both of her hands around me, sliding them up and down my shaft. For a virgin, she sure as hell acts like she’s had some experience. Well, I have too, so I guess that logic is somewhat flawed.
“Drake,” she moans as her pussy tightens around my fingers. “Oh, yeah… keep doing that.” She bites her bottom lip, her hands now working me harder.
My gaze flickers between my fingers sliding out of her soaking wet pussy and Taylor working my dick like a pro. I don’t want to come yet, but fuck if I don’t need to right now. Every muscle in my body clenches, heat spreading down my arms with each stroke of her hands. I’m about to come, but the awkwardness of our positions doesn’t make this easy.
Quickly, I push up my shirt with my free hand. Taylor’s icy blue eyes are fixed on mine, her entire body trembling as she comes on my fingers. And it’s not long after that I do too, forced to come on my stomach.
Out of breath and with her forehead and chest covered in sweat, Taylor releases her hold on me. She stares down at my stomach as I watch her juices drip onto my thigh while I pull my fingers out of her.
“Looks like we both made a mess,” I say with a smirk.
She glances down at my thigh, the blush creeping up to her cheeks. “That’s from me?” Her tone has a hint of confusion to it.
I nod and look around her room for a tissue or something to clean myself with. “Yeah, girl. That was all you.”
“Wow! That was…” She doesn’t finish her sentence and hops off my lap to retrieve a bath towel hanging on the back of her door. Leaning over in front of me, she gives me a nice view of her rack as she wipes my cum from my stomach.
I like that she feels the need to take care of me. It kills me how much I like her because I’m so afraid she’ll walk away. They all do. It’s hard to think she might be different.
Clutching Taylor’s wrist, I help her, eventually taking the towel from her hand, so I can wipe the rest from my cock. She moves her shorts back into place. The material is so wet from her pussy I can’t help but stare.
Sliding her hand beneath my chin, she forces me to look up at her. A wicked grin crosses her lips. “If you want to do this again, no one can know about us. Okay?”
I hate that my past is now impacting my future. If I’d have known all those dick pics would lead me here, I would have taken more than a second to consider what I was doing. The only girl I want can’t even tell anyone she’s with me. This fucking sucks balls.
I nod. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, babe.”
She smiles, though it seems forced. “I wish it didn’t have to be like this, Drake. But what choice have you left me? With that crazy blogger bitch, The Queen, on the loose, I don’t want to get caught up in whatever drama she’s cooking up for you and your teammates.”
I let out a sigh. “That fucking bitch is gonna get all of us in trouble.”
“That’s why we need to be careful.” She releases my chin, moving her hands to her hips. “I’m going to be a doctor someday. I don’t want The Queen talking shit about me online. That stuff could come back to haunt me.”