Jock Rule (Jock Hard #2)(55)

Uh huh.

“Sometimes, when I’m lying in bed at night, I watch small clips of porn, know what I mean?” Her finger teases me. “And once I saw this couple doing it, and he never put it all the way in.”

Oh my god.

“I think I want to do that.”

Yeah—we’re totally fucking doing that. We’re going to play a little game of just the tip.

“It looks like it feels good.”

Fuck yeah it would feel good.

Teddy looks at my face, and I realize I haven’t uttered a single goddamn word since she started touching my cock.

“Does this feel okay? You look…”

“Yes.” My breath hitches when she connects her thumb and forefinger, cuffing the head of my dick. Leisurely moves up and down.

“I could do this all night,” she muses lazily.

Please don’t—I will die if you do. The ripples of pleasure from that singular, tiny motion would surely slowly kill me.

My boxers get pushed down farther, and I lift my hips so she can slide them all the way down. Kick them off when they hit my ankles, send them flying toward who gives a shit.

After that, Teddy doesn’t talk, only making sounds from the back of her throat. Sounds like appreciation and pleasure—the same ones I’m making, because I have no self-control left.

Both my hands clutch at the pillow under my head, fisting it while Teddy plays with my cock and balls, and I’m so hard I want to come now.

It won’t take me long when—if—she finally puts me in her mouth. It’ll be the world’s shortest blowjob, done and over within minutes, I fucking know it.

My hips buck when she licks it, testing the feel of it on her tongue. I blow out a puff of pent-up breath, my lungs contracting more rapidly by the second.

It sounds like I can’t catch my breath.

I sound like I’m…

About to beg her to, “Suck it. God, please put it in your mouth. Please.”

New to the game but still a woman with wiles, Teddy cocks an eyebrow, an air of triumph on her face. She knows she is in control and she likes it.

“You want me to suck it?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to…put this in my mouth?” She licks it again.

My mouth forms the word yes, but no sounds actually leave my lips.

My balls throb.

My chest burns.

And when she takes my dick and puts it between her lips, my entire body clenches from the pleasure of it.

Jesus, it’s been so long since anyone has blown me, I’d almost forgotten how good it feels. How much I enjoy the sight of a woman’s head down by my pelvis and the view of just the top of her head as she bobs it up and down.

My fingers grip the pillow tighter so I don’t reach for Teddy’s hair, yank it a little like I want to—that might scare the shit out of her—or push her head down so I impale her mouth.

Mouth.

Hand.

Lips. Tongue.

All of them working together, and goddamn if it isn’t perfect.

***

“Kip?”

“Hmm?” I trace her belly button with my forefinger, round and round and round. The same belly button I licked with my tongue an hour ago before spreading her legs and eating her out.

Mmm mmm good. My new favorite meal.

“There was something I wanted to ask you—feel free to say no.”

“That’s not exactly a ringing endorsement of this something, is it?”

“Sorry. I’m not good at asking people for favors.”

Favors.

I brace myself, waiting for her to want what all the girls before her wanted: Kip, babe, can I borrow some cash? Kip, can you get us tickets to a concert? Kip, can we go to St. Bart’s for spring break and stay at your parents’ beach house?

My “What?” comes out clipped and shorter than I planned—but damn, I wish she’d just spit the request out already so I can say no, shove her out of my bed, and never see her again.

“I have this dinner—a banquet next weekend, and, um…I’m receiving that grant I was telling you about?”

The stiff muscles in my body relax a fraction. “Yeah?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.” Teddy clears her throat. “I bought two tickets.”

She bought two tickets.

I twist my torso, pulling her in. Relief flooding my body. “You want me to be your date for a banquet?”

“It’s a fundraiser for the engineering department, but…I mean, yes—only if you’re not doing anything Saturday night.”

I do have a match that day, but it’s early, and I’d have plenty of time to take her to a banquet.

“I’m free Saturday night.”

“So you can go?”

“I can go.” In fact, I’d love to.

***

Me: So I kind of have a problem.

Ronnie: I KNEW IT! I knew you had a small penis—I’ve told everyone and they never believe me ’cause you’re so tall.

Me: Would you be serious for one second?

Ronnie: Oh crap—you’re being serious? Well shit. Okay—go. What do you need?

Me: Remember Teddy?

Ronnie: Obviously. I’ve even been creeping on her on social media. You’re welcome, by the way, for my superior stalking skills Me: FOR WHAT??