Try Me (Extracurricular Activities #2)

by Neve Wilder

Tightening my grip, I stroked him harder, and he rolled onto his back, arching into the friction, throwing his head back as he muttered a hoarse “Shit.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and his lips parted. Light from the window hugged his profile, casting dark shadows across his jaw and side of his neck. He was fucking gorgeous. It was the first time I allowed myself to explicitly acknowledge that fact. A second later, he rolled to face me, forehead barely touching mine, open mouth pouring hot breaths over my cheek as his fingertips curled around the shell of my ear and splayed through the ends of my hair. And though his dick was in my hand, at that moment it was his mouth I wanted. The shit he said on the court, the way he’d always taunted me, even his smirks seemed to hold a flavor I desperately wanted a taste of.