Jock Rule (Jock Hard #2)(64)

“You’re supposed to be quiet and serious.”

“Why? I want to be loud and bang the headboard into the wall.” I hop a little on the bed to illustrate my point, bouncing Teddy’s tits in the process.

Win-win.

“You are not banging me into any headboards.” The sassy little brat shoves my arm before flopping onto her back and throwing her arms behind her head. “You can get me naked, though, if you want.”

I want.

And I do.

My dick is so stiff and hard it’s painful and becoming unbearable.

I get to have sex with my girlfriend.

I am having sex, motherfuckers!

I try to curb my enthusiasm, but it’s hard.

Really hard.

I grin at my own pun, even though I didn’t say it out loud, and as if Teddy can read my mind, she rolls her eyes up at me as I shuck my shirt, pants, and— “Can you take off your socks?”

And socks.

If I wasn’t so damn horny, I’d be nervous too—getting blowjobs and jerking off is fine, but nothing beats the real deal. Not when all five foot five of beautiful, funny, and intelligent sleeps in bed next to you every night, reminding you.

It’s to the point where every one of Teddy’s quiet sighs and inhaled breaths gets me hard. Every flirty laugh and touch to my body.

I lean in, kissing the tip of her breast through the sheer, red fabric of her lingerie—her teddy—wetting it through the lace.

Kiss along her collarbone, the column of her neck.

We kiss, making out—tongues wet, mouths greedy—as my hands roam her body, feeling for the snaps at the crotch of her bodysuit.

Rub her pussy with my thumb until her pelvis begins rocking and she squirms.

Until she begs me to, “Take it off.”

Then I’m above her, teasing her clit with the head of my cock, guiding it along her slit, stroking up and down, watching as her pupils dilate and nostrils flare. This is different than when we dry hump—this is the moment we both know we’re going to fuck.

Screw.

Make love. Whatever you want to call it, I’m ready.

We both are.

“Go slow,” comes her soft request.

“Scared?” I kiss her forehead and brush away a few strands of hair.

“A little.” Her hands cuff my biceps, and she’s biting down on her lower lip.

“Me too.”

“You are? Why?”

“I’ve never done this with anyone I gave a shit about before.”

“And you give a shit about me, huh?” Her eyes are sparkling, pleased.

She knows what I mean—that I fucking love her even if neither of us has said the words out loud to each other yet.

We know.

I move again, this time pushing forward, cringing. Calling on my self-control—I have tons of it, I do; it’s just so fucking hard not to go balls deep.

She’s wet so my cock glides in easy, searching for that point of resistance we’re both dreading.

I kiss her again, catching the gasp that escapes her lungs, pausing before going farther.

“Should I stop?” The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

“No. Let’s get it over with.” When I laugh, she smacks me on the arm. “Stop it—your whole body is vibrating.”

“Right. Game faces.” I stop laughing.

Time to get serious.

“Just do it, okay? The longer it takes you the worse it’s going to be.”

“Are you sure?” I’m doubtful.

“No, but it’s only going to hurt this one time, right?”

“How the hell should I know?” It certainly didn’t hurt when I lost my virginity—it felt so fucking good, I came within seconds.

“Push, Kip.”

Push.

Oh fuck she’s tight. And wet and…tight.

She tenses beneath me when I thrust all the way in, expecting the worst, eyes squeezing shut.

One peeps open. “Was that it?”

“I mean…we’re not done, if that’s what you mean.”

“No, I mean—that pinched but it didn’t really hurt. Is that normal?”

Again, how the hell would I know? “Not sure babe. Can I move now?”

Her only reply is a wiggle of her hips, and I begin moving, in and out, thrusting slowly. Gradually going faster, gauging her reaction by reading her face.

Mouth gaped open, her expression is almost unreadable.

Hmm.

Bracing myself with one elbow, I reach between our bodies, thumb finding her nub. Her clit. That tiny spot in her pussy I know will make her come.

I rub.

Slow circles as I fuck her slowly, around and around and around…

So wet.

So tight.

My forehead perspires, and Jesus, I wish it fucking wouldn’t because who wants to be covered in sweat while they’re banging their girlfriend for the first time?

Not me.

Christ.

But…

Teddy begins moaning.

Low in her throat. Tiny gasps.

Holy shit, is she going to…?

Is she seriously about to fucking come?

There is no way.

She is.

She does.

“Oh my god, Kip, oh my g-god, oh my god, oh my god…”