Try Me (Extracurricular Activities #2)

by Neve Wilder

Giving up, I tucked the ball against my side and reached out after a quick glance to either side of me, snagging his waistband in my fist and closing that last foot of distance between us. Our hot breaths filled the air, and the smirk melted from Chet’s face, replaced by something primal and base. He met my eyes, took another step into me, trapping my hand between us as he lifted his chin in challenge. “Gonna do it, Farrow? Or just thinking about it?” I was dizzy with desire. Up close to him, I couldn’t fucking think coherently, and I wanted this always, wanted it to be like this between us forever. The push and the shove, the way he occupied the back of my mind like he’d bought property there, moved in, and repainted. How fucking well he knew me, and how he wanted me despite my idiosyncrasies. I shove my trapped hand lower, until I felt his stiff length along the back of my knuckles, hard and ready. Jesus. I ran my knuckles up and down the front of his shorts, feeling his cock flexing behind, seeking friction as his eyes went half-lidded and hazy in a mesmerizing expression I couldn’t look away from. Chet didn’t move when I curled my fingers behind his waistband, but his breathing slowed, like he was making an effort to keep it steady as I found the tip of his cock. Deeper, lower, down his shaft, the skin smooth and hot all the way to the tangle of hair at his root. His unwavering gaze faltered, and his Adam’s apple rolled as he swallowed, and I felt…power, heady fucking ...