Try Me (Extracurricular Activities #2)

by Neve Wilder

He curled his fingers into my skull, gripping the roots of my hair tight enough to sting, and I groaned around him, my own dick throbbing. “Shit.” Chet’s lips pulled back from his teeth. He was close. I could taste it, feel it, fucking smell his arousal, and I loved that it was me doing this to him, that it was my mouth driving him crazy. He dropped his other hand, fingertips tracing down my cheek and following the curve of my jaw to the underside of my chin as he curled over, closer to my ear. “The fuck are you doing to me, Farrow?” He spoke in a raspy, wrecked way that lit me up, like I’d stumbled upon a key that unlocked a part of himself he’d forgotten. And while I didn’t have an answer for him, I hoped it was along the same lines of what he was doing to me. I tugged the vertex of his open fly wider at the same time I went all the way down, forcing his cock into the back of my throat until I couldn’t breathe. Chet shuddered out a hard rasp of breath as he lost it, his fingers clamping on my jaw, holding me still as he surged forward. His release slid hot and thick down my throat as his thighs quaked with the force of his orgasm. I kept my nose buried in his pubes until his dick stopped pulsing, then let go of his waistband and sank back on my heels, panting. Chet tucked himself away, then ran both his hands over his face and back through his hair, chest rising in a deep, satisfied inhale. Ignoring my aching dick, I rose shakily to my feet and braced my hands on either ...