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Everything about it feels so taboo, so lewd, so forbidden, and so completely fucking indecent. It's everything I never thought I’d enjoy.
“Shit.” I pant, removing my hand from beneath her shorts to grip her braids again. “I'm gonna come.”
The muscles of my abdomen flex as one of her hands slowly slides up my torso. Her fingers run over the ripples of my stomach while her mouth stays wrapped around me, my hips continuing to thrust off the table. Her throat vibrates around me, moaning as if the act is giving her as much pleasure as it's giving me.
It's all it takes for me to come undone. I drop my head back, clutching her head in my hands as I feel myself release straight down her warm throat. With my mouth dropped open and choppy breaths leaving my chest, I release a throaty groan, finishing into her mouth, and she allows it.
When it’s over, I catch my breath as the best feeling in the world cycles through my body, from the goosebumps on my neck all the way to my flexed toes. I sit up on an elbow to see some of my cum spill from her plump, used lips back onto me, and the sight nearly has me buckling over.
She gives me one last quick little kiss on the tip before her tongue darts out to lick the remaining drop off her lip. My heavy lids attempt to open, to stare at her in complete and utter admiration and awe.
I'm speechless. Cocky, confident, arrogant Lake Decker is in post-nut shock.
Truthfully, I didn't think any of this was going to happen, even with how much I teased and pushed. But holy fuck, Dylan just sucked me off on the massage table.
I'm getting hard again, just rehashing.
She flips her braids over her shoulders, smirking slightly as she adjusts my Calvin's for me, pulling the sweats back over my underwear and finishing with a light pat to the band.
“Maybe we can do this,” she whispers with a hint of a grin, her eyes flirtatious, before turning and leaving the room.
I watch her walk her perfect ass confidently through the door, heading to what I'm assuming is the bathroom. My head drops back against the black cushion, my arms dropping to hang from the sides of the table like a man who's used up, satiated, and yet somehow still completely unsatisfied.
More. I need more.
A thought comes to mind, and I sit up abruptly, looking around the room. Spotting her purse on the counter, I rush over. Inside is the planner she's always carrying around the gym, taking her notes and adjusting her schedule.
Opening it on the laminate counter where all of this started, I grab a pen.
A devilish smile slides across my face, and I fix a few things that need fixing.
35
Dylan
“Youdon'twantyoursandwich, Col? Are you sure?” I ask, leaning against his door frame with a plate in hand.
“No.”
“No, you're not sure, or no—”
“No. I don't want it. No sandwich!” he yells back.
“But you haven't eaten much of anything, and we probably won't be able to get food once we're down on the field—”
“No. N-no food! I said no! I don't want it. I don't want it. I don't want it,” he repeats while crossing and uncrossing his fingers, rocking his body in his recliner.
Sighing, I drop my head back against the door, already knowing where this is going.
We've come this far. I've successfully gotten everything ready to go, with Colin in a sweatshirt and clean pants and underwear, despite his attempts to re-wear his khaki slacks for the third time this week. I've made food in an attempt to get us fed and out the door at the appropriate time in order to be on the field for kick-off.
Tonight was a home game, and I had tickets waiting for Colin and me at the gate. How did I know this? Well, it was written in my planner.
My personal planner.
That Lake went through.
There it was—the date, the event, the time, with anXO, Lakeafter it. This guy had successfully gotten into my planner and rerouted my entire schedule. Crossing out names of other clients, noting that they werelosers, he jotted brief notes in between Treyvon and Peter's slots, instructing me to talk to Greg about my “new” client schedule. Not only that, but he drew little hearts around his full name as if I had doodled it myself.Weirdo.
