Good Boy (WAGs #1)(38)

Her expression gets a little hazy and soft. She leans in and kisses me.

Man, this is some really sweet stuff right here. My arms are full of the prettiest girl in Toronto. She’s a good friend and a great lay. How rare is that? I’m not worried that I’ll see a picture of my bare ass on Twitter tonight or what the fuck ever. Maybe Jess and I don’t always see things the same way, but she’s honest with me even when I wish she wasn’t.

And right now, what’s honest about her is how she’s rubbing herself like a cat in heat on my chest as we make out.

“Jessie,” I whisper against her lips. “I want you so bad. Let me have you.”

“Unnmf,” she grunts.

I reach under the short skirt she’s wearing and find a tiny pair of underwear that I quickly tug off. “Now, baby,” I urge. “Do it.”

She lifts herself onto her knees, and I line up at heaven’s entrance. Then she’s sliding down slowly. We lock eyes. Her mouth makes a perfect O as she lets out a moan.

“That’s it,” I encourage her. “Fuck yeah.” She’s hot and tight and perfect.

She leans in, and I have to kiss her. I’m in heaven and I’m desperate. So I guess I’m heasperate. I roll my hips and suck on her tongue and everything is awesome awesome awesome.

“Oh fuck,” she mumbles, beginning to ride me. “You feel…oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

“I know.” I brace my feet and meet her stroke for stroke. “Fuck me just like that. So hot.”

No, hot doesn’t even begin to describe the visual I have right now. Her tits bounce as she moves, the ends of her silky hair brushing my pecs. I’ll probably never bother with porn again after tonight. I can just relive this—a turned-on girl getting herself off on my cock, her brow creased with pleasure.

My balls tighten up just watching her.

She takes a deep breath and grips my shoulders. Hard. “Oh, Bl-Blake,” she pants.

My name on her lips makes me feel like a superhero. I’m so close it hurts. Grasping her hips, I pump her body harder onto mine.

Jess gives a little shout of pleasure, followed by a whimper. The sounds she makes just knock me over. Every breathy little pant and throaty moan goes straight to my happy dick.

And then she’s groaning and shuddering, clenching my cock like a vise. “Fuck, yeah.” I lever my body off the seat and pound into her. Release breaks over me like a wave. With a growl I impale her once. Twice.

Boom!





Jess


It’s quiet again, save for the sound of my pounding heart. I’m naked, except for my skirt that’s bunched up around my waist. I’m in the back of Blake’s car. And I’m still on his giant…

Yikes. When I give into temptation, I really give in.

There’s obviously a masochist living somewhere inside me, because instead of pushing him away, I dove onto his dick. Damn this man. Even now he seeks out my lips with his. He’s such a great kisser. Slow and seductive but utterly relentless.

Until five minutes ago, I hadn’t had sex since the spring. Since Blake. My body obviously rebelled from the lengthy dry spell.

I’m so disgustingly weak.

And he’s so disgustingly sexy.

I gather the last threads of my dignity and disengage all our various body parts. Moving onto the seat beside Blake, I spot my panties on the floor. Grabbing them gives me a good reason to avoid eye contact.

One big hand curls around my hair. “Hey. J-Babe?”

“Mmm?” I keep busy so I don’t have to look at him.

But he waits me out. “Jess?” he says softly.

Giving in, I turn my chin.

“You’re the coolest girl I know.” His eyes light up when he smiles at me.

That smile brings a little flutter to my chest. It shouldn’t, though. That’s insane. “We’re not making this a regular habit,” I say for my own good.

His grin doesn’t slip. “No kidding. But it sure was awesome. Does my truck rule, or what?”

I glance around. Thank God for the darkly tinted windows. “Your truck is bigger than my dorm room. I’m pretty sure.”

“Aw.” He fusses with my hair. “You want me to drive you home?”

I cringe, wondering if Violet thinks I’ve been kidnapped. “I have to find the evil roommate.” Wandering off with Blake has wrecked all my plans to bond with Violet. Nice going, Jess.

He reaches into the front seat with his giant arm. “Here’s your double-barreled slingshot. And your shirt.”

I hurriedly put my bra on, and he does something with the condom. I hear the crinkle of a plastic bag, and I don’t ask questions.

A few minutes later, he opens the door. “Coast is clear, I think.”

I emerge, shaking myself off. “Do I look…” Like a girl who just bounced on your dick in the parking lot?

“You look fabulous, as always. I’ll walk you inside. If Violet asks where you’ve been, I’ll make up a story. I’ll tell her that a giant squid attacked. Or pirates.”

“Good thinking,” I scoff.

We head inside, but Blake stops in the middle of the hallway before we can reach the main room. He fishes his phone out, studies it, then grumbles out a curse.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.