Page 168 of Rock Bottom Girl

“Open up for me, pretty girl,” he said, nudging my knees apart.

I did as I was told and watched in fascination as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to my slit. A soft, closed-mouth kiss that ignited my desire like a wildfire.

“Oh, God.”

“Wider, baby,” he insisted, and I obliged, my thong digging into my knees as I stepped my feet as wide as I dared. The cold metal of the desk dug into my bare ass, but Jake’s warm mouth made up for the discomfort.

We had minutes. And I didn’t want to walk out of here without an orgasm.

Reading my mind, he thrust a finger into me and then a second one. He gave me a cocky grin when I smothered my scream. And then he was tonguing into my slit, dancing the tip over my clitoris and skating it back through my folds to where his fingers pleasured me.

I was on a hair-trigger already. Another few licks and I’d be a puddle of orgasm all over him.

“I want you inside me,” I breathed.

He paused, his fingers buried in me. “I don’t have a condom on me, baby.”

“I’m on birth control. I want to feel you, Jake. I want to come on your cock and feel you let loose inside me. Give me that.”

He was on his feet, yanking his cock out of his pants. “Are you sure, Mars? I need you to be sure.”

In answer, I slid up on the desk and spread my legs in welcome.

“I fucking love you, Marley.”

His words didn’t register right away because he was driving his raging erection into me, and I was busy clinging to his shirt and muffling my screams with his jacket.

It felt like fucking Heaven. Nothing between us. Nothing separating us. I felt every ridge and vein of his shaft. And he feltme.

I probably misheard him, I decided. Or if he had said it, he didn’t mean itthatway. My boobs were out. He’d been known to blurt out stupid, inappropriate things in their presence.

His thrusts were wild, out of control. All I could do was hang on and take it.

“Marley, baby.”

He dipped his head down to suck at my nipple, and I dug the heels of my shoes into his bare ass.

I would never look at this desk the same way again. Never sit behind it and not think of how it felt to be filled by Jake, touched by Jake, loved by—

“Are you with me, baby?” he grunted. “I need you with me.”

I was so fucking close the entire school board could have walked in, and I still would have orgasmed.

“Now, Jake. Now,” I chanted.

And then he was coming. I felt him. I felt the throb inside me and the wave of heat. Felt his body tense as his orgasm wrenched itself free from the depths of him into the depths of me. I came, closing around him even tighter, sobbing as I felt another hot rope of his release loose inside me. This. This. This was everything.

I came trembling and shaking, laughing and crying, as Jake thrust and held inside me. As close to one as we could be. And even as my orgasm subsided, I ached for more.

72

Marley

November

The Homecoming win was just the beginning. Not only did the wins continue, but the crowds in the stands grew, the cheer squad’s halftime show went viral, and Floyd and I were leading our gym classes in four weeks of yoga classes. Jake and I spent our free time between the sheets when we weren’t running, attending family dinners, and enjoying quiet nights snuggled up with Homer.

To top it off, my team made it to districts. The first Culpepper High girls soccer team to do so in seven years. Take that, Steffi Lynn. I celebrated by chiseling off part of my paycheck and treating my mom and myself to pedicures.