Page 71 of Try Me

“Can’t.” I shrugged. “Already told you.”

We fell silent for a minute, and then Mark exhaled a wry laugh.

“This is the worst date ever.” I groaned. “That’s what you’re thinking, right?”

“It got heavy,” he agreed with a smile. “We could make it lighter, though.”

“How?”

“Ummm, let’s see. To start with, you can tell me what the hell you did between junior and senior year to get so fucking fast. You came back from that summer and were like greased lightning on the court. I was so jealous.”

I laughed. “I did speed drills for two and half months straight. It was fucking miserable. Twice a day, too.”

“Dedication.”

“Stupidity,” I countered. “I could’ve been getting laid.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure you got plenty of that. Half the girls in my class would’ve been willing to turn in their Maple Hall spirit pins to defect and date you. Probably guys, too.”

“Didn’t mean I always got what I wanted, or even close, really,” I muttered.

“What’d you want?”

I cocked my head at him, and the goofy smile on his face fell away as he discerned the implication. “No, you didn’t. Are you fucking serious? Even back then?”

“It was more of a nebulous vibe than some clear desire, but yeah. And then in your room that night?” I groaned. “Jesus. Even under the shitty-ass circumstances, everything kind of solidified then. Worst fucking timing ever. But it didn’t matter. It never would’ve worked.”

“Not back then,” Mark agreed.

And probably not now, but I didn’t say it. Instead, I leaned into him, kissing the corner of his mouth that had been tempting me for the better part of an hour. “I don’t want to talk anymore about old stuff, or my dad. It’s not why I brought you out here.”

“No? You thought we’d just sit here and enjoy nature in mutual silence? Bird-watch?”

“Nah. I thought I’d drag you into the deepest recesses of the forest and then take advantage of you. At least that’s the way the movie went in my head.”

“Interesting.” Mark canted his head pensively. “Was this movie in your head a romantic comedy, drama, or soft-core porn?”

“There was a second on the trails when I thought it was gonna be an action flick. But now we’ve gotten a little taste of drama, so I’m thinking we should move into soft-core porn.”

“Excellent choice.” Mark nodded once and rested back on his palms, eyeing me up and down salaciously. “So in this movie, what do you do to me?”

“I kiss you,” I said and then did just that, turning my head to find his lips already slanting toward mine, warm and firm and fucking addictive as ever. He cupped my jaw, then skimmed his hand down my chest.

“That’s a pretty mundane and not at all porny start. What happens next?”

“I tell you to get on your knees.” I murmured the words over his lips, along his jaw, and anticipated some saucy blowback, but Mark slid off the rock in one fluid movement. He spread my knees wide, inserting himself between them, and pulled down the waistband of my shorts as my breaths shallowed.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned when he took me in hand and gave me a few nut-tightening tugs.

“Like that?”

“Just like. Fuck.” I hissed the word out when he licked a messy stripe up my cock. “Guess we’re fast-forwarding to the hard-core part.” That wasn’t a complaint.

Mark kept his gaze trained on mine as he flicked his tongue over my crown. “And after you blow your load down my throat, do you reciprocate?” he asked and didn’t wait for my answer before wrapping his lips around me and taking me deep. I tightened my fingers in the golden brown strands of his hair.

“Yes, fuck yes. Always.”

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