The Rivalry

I lifted and draped one of her smooth legs over my shoulder, bringing my mouth right up to her. A faint strip of hair was trimmed above her slit, but beneath she was bare. Lush, and pink, and I throbbed. Kayla contracted away from the wall as I licked her, starting at the bottom and going all the way up to her clit. One slow swipe of my tongue.

Her taste. Her smell. It was so fucking good.

“Whoa,” she gasped. Fingers gripped my hair as I slipped my other shoulder under her supporting leg and began to lift. “Jay. What are you—”

Her words stopped as I straightened my back and she slid up the wall, sitting on my shoulders. She was supported by my hands on her ass, her legs on my shoulders, and the wall at her back. Since the moment I’d seen her in the cheerleading uniform, I’d fantasized about lifting her up while I went down on her. I was on my knees, so if I couldn’t hold her for long, it’d be easier to lower her back down onto her feet.

“Oh my God,” she groaned when my tongue found her clit.

My knees were uncomfortable on her apartment’s cheap carpeting, but otherwise the position was a huge success. I gripped the globes of her ass so hard, her skin dented around my fingertips. I sucked on her and loved listening to the gulps of breath she swallowed down. She kept her form, not shifting her weight even as I fucked her furiously with my mouth, and made her jolt with pleasure. Her balance made it easy for me to keep doing it.

I paused to catch my breath and looked up at her. Her arms were thrown above her head, clawing at the wall and hanging onto the top of the doorframe. I kissed the inside of her thigh, and felt her feet hooked around my ribcage tense into points.

Was she getting close?

Could I make her come like this, pressed again the door and riding my face? I was determined to try.

Her cries swelled and grew in intensity. The apartment-grade door was hollow, so when she slapped a hand against it, it rang out as a sharp crack. Her back arched, but she kept her weight distributed evenly so her movement wouldn’t topple us. I fluttered my tongue as fast as I could, and her thighs wrapped around my head tightened.

“Yes.” It was barely a word from her.

That was the spot, then. I focused on the soft nub of flesh, delivering the maximum amount of pressure I could without sacrificing any speed. Nails scraped at the wood veneer, etching loudly along the faux woodgrain. She shuddered and panted.

My chest was tight. My entire core was engaged holding her like this, and my body began to whine. Didn’t matter, I told myself. Kayla was right at the edge. I could hold out a few more seconds.

“Don’t stop,” she cried, as if I would. “I’m right there.”

She squirmed on my shoulders, searching for relief, and then her body abruptly locked up. Her breath cut off, and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. For a long moment, she seemed to be suspended in pleasure, frozen in place. A convulsion wracked her frame, bringing her back into motion, and she let loose a whimper.

Tremors rolled up her legs, over her trembling belly and on to her heaving chest, and a look of bliss painted her face. Slowly, she came down from the high of her orgasm, one deep breath at a time.

My arms were shaking with fatigue. I lowered to sit on my haunches, keeping her back against the wall as she slid down, until she unhooked a leg and planted a foot on the ground.

I exhaled as I sat back and stared up at her. Her position was like mine had been earlier. She sagged against the door, letting it help keep her upright. Her face was flushed and she seemed to be recovering as I came to my feet.

“You weren’t kidding,” I said, “how it’s all about the abs.”

A short laugh burst out of her. “Feeling the burn in your core, Eighty-Eight?”

I tucked her hair behind her ear so I could whisper there. “I’m burning in other places.”

When she shivered, I had no idea if it was from an aftershock, or my words. She nodded toward the ladder on the side of her bed. “Think we’ll fit?”

I gazed at the twin mattress. It didn’t look any smaller than the one in my single dorm room. “I won’t complain if you want to sleep on top of me.”

She grinned and took a step toward the bed, but I trapped her waist in my hands, stopping her. My chest pressed against her back.

“Wait.” I didn’t know a great way to ask, but it was better to do it now and avoid logistics later. “I’ve got a condom in the pocket of my jeans.” And a bunch more in my overnight bag. “Think I’ll be needing it tonight?”