Page 13 of Rowdy Boy
“You,” she pants as she rolls her hips forward again. I grin into her neck and feel my dick twitch in anticipation.
“Want to know what I want?” I thrust up and connect our bodies again. When my length presses into the apex of her thighs, she shudders.“Tell me.”
“I want to makeyoufeel good.” I thrust again, making my intentions clear. “Will you let me do that for you? Can I get you off?”
She leans away from me and peers down through her thick, dark lashes. That quizzical look is back—like she doesn’t actually believe me, or like I’m trying to coerce her into something. What more can I say or do to get this girl to trust me?
She swallows slowly, like she’s garnering courage. “Yeah, okay.”
That hesitancy gives me pause.
“Hey.” I cup her face gently on both sides, forcing her to look into my eyes and show me her truth. We’re in the basement sitting on one of the theater-style seats, and I’ve got the lights down low. But there’s enough ambient lighting from the bar that I can make out her features, and I can clearly see the reservation in her eyes.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Want to watch a movie instead?”
I’m a hot-blooded human being, so naturally, I’d love to take things further if she’s into it, too, but there’s also something I love about a good cuddle.
Scoffing, she bats one of my hands away, then turns her head and tucks her hair behind her ear. She stares off into space for one breath, then another. I use the thumb of the hand still resting on her face to caress her cheek back and forth.
“Talk to me, Court. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”She eyes me skeptically—again. I’d rather deal with skepticism now than her ice queen routine later.
“I don’t understand why you’re always so interested in trying to makemefeel good.”
It’s my turn to scoff. “Why wouldn’t I be interested?”
“I just don’t get what’s in it for you…”
“Courtney. I know I joke around a lot, but believe me when I say Iwantto get you off. I want to give as good as I get. It makes me so hard to see you let loose. You’re gorgeous all the time, but you’re a fucking knockout when you’re unraveling.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and lifts her hand to place it on top of mine. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.”
That isn’t just a line. I may not be boyfriend material, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about her or want her to get something out of this. I have half a mind to be pissed off about her wariness. What kind of society do we live in where women aren’t demanding mutual pleasure from their hookups, anyway?
She strokes my arm as she continues to nibble on her bottom lip. I raise a hand and pluck it out from between her teeth, then lean forward to suck it into my own mouth. The moan she releases spurs me on. I slip my tongue into her mouth and brush it against hers tentatively to test the waters. She rolls her hips against me again—God bless this cheerleading uniform—and meets my tongue stroke for stroke. I deepen the kiss to let her know how much I want this, too.
I dip my hands under her skirt and trace the now-familiar edges of her spandex. It’s like she’s wearing magnetic underwear—these tight little booty shorts automatically pull me in.
“You want these on or off, baby?”
She grinds her hips against me without answering. I can’t help the groan that slips out.
“On or off, Court? I’m gonna make you come either way.”
I don’t miss the little squeak she lets out at my directness. That’ll teach her to ignore me when I ask a question.
“Off,” she declares before she shifts back and stands up. I watch, wide-eyed, as she wiggles out of the shorts but leaves her skirt in place. She pulls her shirt over her head to reveal this deep maroon racerback bra that matches her Archway Prep cheer skirt. Even better—the bra is made of sheer lace, so her nipples are visible through the fabric.
“Leavethaton,” I direct, beckoning her over with two fingers. I fumble for the lever, sending the seat into a reclined position. I rip my own shirt off and discard it next to me before leaning back.
“Climb on, baby.”
She quickly closes the space and hitches one leg up to straddle my lap. I prop both arms behind my head and assess her tight body. She blushes under my stare—she’s so fucking cute right now.
“You look gorgeous,” I tell her sincerely, taking her chin in my hand so I can guide her up to meet my mouth. “I can’t wait until I get you so worked up your cheeks stay pink like that for the rest of the night.”
I hover my mouth an inch from hers, then hook my hands under her arms to pull her closer. She lets me lift her high enough that I’m staring directly at her perfect tits encased in lace. I suck one fabric-covered nipple into my mouth and tongue it. She arches her back and offers more of herself to me, so I suck harder. And harder. Until she’s mewling. Then I bite.