Gripping her cheeks, I force her to look at me. “Me too.”
Slamming my cock all the way inside her, her head tilts, but never breaks our gaze. We both understand that we can’t. That it could never work. So, we need to enjoy this moment.
My hand slides down, finding its way to her clit.
“Fuck.” She gasps, but my hand keeps her head in place so she can’t take her eyes off me.
Feeling my own release creeping inside me, pressing her further, feeling her body vibrating around me, clenching onto my cock as if it never wants to let it go.
“That’s right, Sketch. Come for me.” Growling at her. “Come with me.” I demand her feeling her gushing around me and sending me over the edge with her.
Gasping as I look down at her, seeing the mess on the table and floor that we made surrounding her.
“I’m pretty sure there’s a broken plate underneath me.”
“Shit,” I mumble as I pull her up, feeling my cock moving inside of her still, having to force down my groan and pulling out of her. We’re both stuck in the moment as her lips form another ‘o’ and she inhales sharply.
She laughs as she sits up. “Is there syrup in my hair?” She wrinkles her nose as she touches her scalp, turning her head and exposing the clump of sticky hair.
“Yeah,” I laugh as I nod back towards my bedroom. “Go take a shower.”
“All I have to wear is my dress I have from last night.”
“I have some of my sister’s clothes.”
6
Of course I’m running late for class as I rush into the lecture hall, sliding into my seat as the professor is already talking.
“Where have you — what the fuck are you wearing?” Low whispers, looking at me confused.
“It’s a long story.”
Pulling out my computer, I attempt to take notes, but I can’t focus. All I can think about is the look on Eli’s face this morning.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Low points down to the pink plaid skirt as we make our way out of the hall.
I met Low pretty much the first day of freshmen year, 6 years ago, and we’ve been study partners, and bad influences over each other, ever since.
All I can do is laugh as I shake my head. “Uh…” I trail off, trying to move past her.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” She laughs, coming up faster next to me. “I know there’s something. So spill on the skirt.” She demands before motioning to her car so we can go back to my apartment between lectures, like we do every day.
Sliding into the seat, I sigh as I look over at her, trying to hide my smirk.
“Oh, it’s good.”
I just shake my head as she backs out of the spot.
“I had sex last night… and this morning.”
“I mean, duh, I can tell by your face.”
I just laugh, looking over at her.
“I’m serious. I dunno how I know, but I do.”
“It’s one of Z’s friends from high school.”
