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I’m trying to make it last and rush over the finish line, all at once. There’s a point when he lifts me off his dick altogether and holds me up while I try to push back down. Once he’s back inside me, I bear down while he slams his hips up.
There’s no stopping this now.
He holds my hips and fucks into me with desperate abandon, and I return the favor in kind.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I can feel you throbbing inside me.”
He wraps his fingers around my cock and squeezes the base. My vision blurs and then becomes very, very sharp.
He slams into me over and over again until I can’t hold back.
My orgasm crashes over me, steals my breath, and drowns me in ecstasy so intense my mind goes blank.
Ryker’s back arches as his cock jerks inside me. My ass clenches around his dick while he lets out a litany of incoherent words, a nonsensical mix of praise, pleas, and promises.
He wraps his arms around me, and I slump against his chest, his softening cock still in my ass, both of us sweaty, messy, and trembling with aftershocks.
Later, I’m lying half on top of him with my head on his chest and his fingers playing with my hair.
I’m so thoroughly content and satisfied and…
I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
And I’m okay with that.
LAKE
“You know, when you said we should hang out and do something tonight, this wasn’t exactly what I thought you meant,” Kelly says.
“Ooh! Who had ‘Kelly being bitchy in the first ten minutes of the evening’ on their bingo card?” Rachel asks and pretends to pat down her pockets, pull out an imaginary pen, and make an exaggerated tick in the air.
Kelly holds his middle finger up. “How’s that for bitchy?”
Rach pinches Kelly’s cheeks between her fingers and moves his face from side to side. “Aww, babe. You should smile more. You have such a pretty face.”
“You’re banned from attending my deathbed.” Kelly pulls his face away.
Rach looks at me. “I didn’t know we were invited to that. Are you invited?”
I’m trying to find seats, so I just nod distractedly. “Sure. I’ll stop by if I don’t have anything better to do. For old time’s sake.”
“Nice of you,” Kel says dryly.
“There.” I point out three empty seats in the designated student section. We make our way there through people dressed in green Nomads jerseys, surrounded by excited chatter. People are wearing hats and scarves in the Nomads’ colors, some are holding giant foam fingers, some have the Nomads’ logo painted on their cheek.
“Should we be wearing this stuff, too?” I ask from the corner of my mouth once we’ve settled into our seats in the sea of green.
“A little late for that now, isn’t it?” Kelly says. “Unless you smuggled in jerseys and face paint?”
“This is pretty cool, actually,” Rach says and looks around. “Why have we never done this before?”
“Probably because our baby boy has never screwed a jock before,” Kelly informs her.
“Shh!” I snap, glancing around, trying to make myself smaller in my seat, and glaring at Kelly.
He gives a decidedly unapologetic shrug.
Rachel raises her brows at me. “Really?” she says, her tone peppered with extra interest. “You finally hit that, huh?”
