Page 84 of His Reckless Freshman

Running my hands up her naked back, I splay my fingers between her shoulder blades and press her toward me.

This make-out session is hotter than anything we’ve had before. And all I can feel is her smooth skin and that sweet pussy of hers nestled over my exposed dick.

I can already feel it firing up for round two, and there can be no round two, because what I want more than anything right now is to make her come again, then bury myself inside her.

And that’s definitely not part of the deal.

Fuck!

Stop this. Now!

Gently pushing her back, I turn my head and quietly murmur, “We should stop.”

“What?” she breathes against my cheek before pressing her lips to the corner of my mouth.

“Jolie, stop.” I force the words out, which takes a lot of effort.

Can she tell how hard this is for me to do?

Leaning away, she gives me a slightly wounded frown, then nods and scoots off my thighs.

I hitch my pants as soon as I have the room to do it, then stand from the bed.

She’s now on her knees, still totally naked, looking up at me like she’s done something wrong.

“It’s not you. It’s just… This isn’t our arrangement.”

“I want to have sex with you,” she murmurs. “Like all the way.”

“No,” I say before I give my brain a chance to consider this. “No, we can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s not what this is about.” My voice rises as I run my fingers through my hair. “I shouldn’t have even let you touch me. This is about your orgasms, not mine.”

“But it felt so good to touch you, to make you come. I want to do that again with you. I want to… know what it’d be like. With you.”

Closing my eyes, I turn away from her. I can’t look at those gray eyes, so big and vulnerable and pleading. Shit, she can undo me in a second, and I hate myself for getting so easily caught up in this thing.

I’m a weak man.

The school year’s only just begun, and I’ve made myself vulnerable already.

“I never should have started this thing,” I mutter under my breath.

“What?” Jolie’s voice is so soft.

Shit, did she hear me?

Maybe it’d be better if she did.

Wincing, I turn to face her and try to word it as nicely as I can. “I’m not sure we should keep doing this.”

Her expression drops.

“I’ve shown you what you wanted me to. You know the spots to touch, and I’m sure you can figure out the rest on your own.”

She blinks, swallowing and slowly nodding as she turns away from me, reaching for her clothes.