Page 25 of Touchdown, Tennessee

“Now my pants.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Do it. You know you’re going to.”

Pleasure shot through me as I watched him lean forward again. His teeth closed around the open waistband of my jeans. He tugged it downward, struggling a little as it hit my hips.

Now, I’m usually a patient person.

But seeing his face that close to my cock while he was doing everything I told him to do?

I got a little impatient.My bad.

I latched my thumbs under my waistband and shoved down my pants and briefs, pushing them down in one motion and stripping them off.

The look in his eyes when my cock bobbed free was worth everything I’d done tonight.

“You want my cock?”

“I want you tofuckme.”

“Well, you can’t always get what you want.”

I pushed the tip of my cock against his plush lips. He opened his mouth to me, his tongue sliding along the underside.

I pulled it out and he cursed softly under his breath. “You piss me off. You know that?”

“You’ve wanted me since we were in the same summer class,” I said.

I saw his eyes widen for a moment.

“You surprised I remember?” I teased him.

“I didn’t think you even knew Iexistedin that class. Not like I participated much. Unlike you, teacher’s pet. Up in the front row. Answering every question.”

“You’re talking too much,” I said, stepping forward again to push my cock between his lips.

I kept waiting for him to shove me away.

But instead, every time my cock touched his lips, he took it like it was a gift.

It felt so fucking good it drove me crazy. He flicked his tongue along the ridge of my tip and then slid downward, taking me nearly to his throat and bottoming out.

“You look like a pompous prick out on the field, butGod, I like how you look with my cock in your mouth,” I said in a low tone.

I slowly pumped my cock along his tongue a few times, and when he moaned a little I throbbed in his mouth. I enjoyed that too much.

I slid my cock out, taking a sharp breath in.

I bent over.

I dipped low, low enough to put my lips right next to his ear.

He smelled good. Some sort of spiced shampoo, clean and fresh just how he liked it. I laced my fingertips through his hair again, giving it a tug because I could tell he liked that, too.

“You are being very good for me,” I said, letting my lips brush against his earlobe.

I heard him let out a breath that was something like relief.