Page 49 of Running Play (Gods of Campus #1)
Christian
My hands run down her hips, molding her ass perfectly.
I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.
She makes me want to dig my fingers into her skin as I groan from the ache of my throbbing cock and the goddess below me.
“You look so good in my jersey with no underwear on,” I say, pressing a kiss to her stomach.
“Your hands feel incredible,” she says as she presses her head into my pillow.
I kiss lower, spreading her apart with my tongue, sprinkling gentle kisses all over her, when I feel her head drop back as I start sucking.
I’m in heaven as I tease her with my tongue and mouth, her delicate fingers pull on my hair, making my mouth even needier.
I listen to her breathing change and a moan building.
She gently pulls my hair as I listen to the pleasure of her release and the taste of her on my tongue.
I kiss her inner thigh and trail a line of kisses all the way to her neck.
“I want to do that again as soon as I can.”
“I have no objections to that, but first,” she says, wrapping her hand around my cock. “We should take care of this.”
I groan some more. “Is it sad that I almost came at the same time that you did? I was so turned on by having you on my tongue.”
“Well, get inside me, babe, and finish the job,” she challenges.
And I don’t need to be told twice as I slide inside her.
Maybe I was wrong before, because now I’m in heaven.
Our bodies move together as I drag my hand up under my jersey, cupping her breast and rubbing my thumb back and forth over her nipple.
As I feel my orgasm growing, I slide my hand down to her hip, digging my fingers into her ass.
Holding her tight, I release inside her.
“Holy shit, that was fucking epic,” I groan.
I pepper her with kisses as our bodies lay sated on the bed.
“Let’s never move,” I mutter.
“I need a shower,” she murmurs as I brush strands of blonde hair from her face. Then she nips at my jaw, lips curved in invitation. “Join me.”
She doesn’t need to ask twice, I grab for her hand, pulling her behind me.
“Wait, I have no pants on,” she says, tiptoeing behind me.
I look down at myself wearing nothing but what God gave me. “They’re all at the party…remember, they will be there for ages,” I say, pulling her behind me into the small hallway and toward the bathroom. I want to get this woman all wet again, and not from the shower.
We are halfway across the hallway when I hear footsteps jogging up the stairs and realize I fucked up. “Fuck.” I shield Shelby’s body with mine while cupping myself.
Walsh’s eyes land on us like a deer in headlights. “Fuck, man.” His eyes immediately darting to the ground.
“Oh my God, don’t look,” Shelby screams behind me as she tries to stretch the material as far down as it will go.
“I’m not looking,” he yells back, his hands covering his eyes.
“I’m going to my room.” And in his haste, he trips on the top step and falls onto the hallway floor. “Fuck!”
“Shit, man. Are you okay?” Instinctively I rush toward him. I hear Shelby scream as she tries to cover herself.
Walsh looks at me with wide eyes and is clearly rattled. “Bro, what the fuck? Your dick is in my face.” He waves me away while his eyes are squeezed shut.
“Shit!” I swear, rushing back to Shelby as I shield her and shuffle her into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind us.
Laughter floats through the door behind us. “That is fucked up, man!”
“Sorry, bro, we thought we had the house to ourselves,” I say, looking back at Shelby and bursting into laughter with her.
“That fucking hurt my shin.”
“I’m sorry, are you okay?” I laugh some more. I mean, I care, but my laughter is too hard to contain .
“Yeah, man, I’ll live.”
“Oh my God, that was so embarrassing,” Shelby whispers, laughing so hard tears begin to form in her eyes. She presses her head into my back as I lean in and turn the shower on.
“I’m sorry, I thought we were clear. I just assumed he went to the party with everyone else.”
Shelby buries her head in her hands. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
“It’s actually pretty funny.”
“For you, maybe. I’m mortified.”
I turn around and remove her jersey. “You will laugh about this someday,” I say, throwing her jersey to the floor.
“I’m laughing now…I’m just so embarrassed,” she says as I wrap her in a hug and pull her into the shower with me.
“Well, you’ll laugh later…but right now all I expect from you is moaning my name.”
And she does just that.