My head rolled back as my hips gave an involuntary convulsion, bucking hard against my hand as I did my best to stifle my cries of joy. For a moment I’d lost all sense of my body, the sensation of falling overcoming me as I felt every muscle in my arms and legs relax all at once. My heart hammered like a war drum, and as my eyes opened, I found myself a naked, quivering heap on the floor, my body covered in a glossy sheen of sweat.
I whimpered, still reeling from the incredible impact of my orgasm, one I’d hardly felt the equal of. In the distance beyond the confines of the corridor, I heard the sounds of conversation and footfalls, the campus already awake and active.
Just as I had begun to take stock of myself, I heard the soft buzzing of my phone, heralding another text from Richard. Almost frantically I grabbed for the device, biting my lip to eagerly read his next message.
“Good girl,” he had written. “Now get to class. You’re late.”
I blushed deeply, my cheeks burning in pride as I read his praise over and over. So what if I was late? This had been so worth it.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Chapter 12
Dick
Practice had been brutal.
Over the last couple of days, the coach had been running us through drill after drill, preparing as much as possible for the very first game of the season. I was excited for the thrill of the game, the physicality of the field, but at the same time, the mandatory practice had left me little if any time for Jessica. I felt terrible, after all the whole point of coming to this place was to be around her.
“We’re gonna come out strong,” he’d said only an hour before in this very locker room, “and we’re gonna kick some ass!” But the harder we trained, the more I began to worry if I’d actually be good enough.
I sat on the wooden bench that took up the center portion of the aisle, wrapped in a clean white towel after a shower. The last of my teammates had left long before, and there was only me left to ponder whether I’d be able to handle rigors of college football. High school had been one thing, but the strain of being a college quarterback was something I hadn’t been prepared for. The truth was that I missed Jessica and the feeling of her body against mine. I hated the time we were forced to spend apart, and in a way I blamed football for the distance I felt was beginning to grow between us.
She doesn’t deserve to be ignored like this, I thought, rubbing my hand over my face in frustration. But I swear, this training is going to put me in an early grave from stress alone.
Day after day, I’d come home from practice completely exhausted, run ragged by the constant movement and relentless exercises. It was like army boot camp, only with less live-fire training. The first game was only days away and no matter how often I trained I still didn’t feel like I was ready. High school football felt like child’s play compared to the intensity of college ball—especially where the coaches were concerned. The harder I worked the harder the coaches and assistant coaches pushed me, driving me harder and harder until I was about to pass out, and even then they pushed me to keep going. All of that so I could throw a damn ball. It almost didn’t seem worth it, especially since I had no intention of going to the NFL after college. Football was just a means to a free degree.
But to keep that scholarship I needed to actually play as well as keep my grades at a decent level, which wasn’t easy when all you wanted to do after practice was sleep for an entire week. Assignments and class had a bad habit of falling through the cracks, especially when games started to happen on a weekly basis. Between training, travelling and sleeping, finding hard to be an actual student was practically impossible, let alone an attentive lover. It was exactly that reason that I hated leaving Jessica without practically any attention.
“Room for one more in here?” came an all-too-familiar voice from somewhere behind me.
I turned around as Jessica came walking up along the row of lockers, a faint smile on her face. She was still wrapped up in a long coat from the cool winds outside, clutching it tight as she stopped right in front of me.
“Hey, stranger,” she said, biting on her lip as she smiled down at me. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” I said, running my hands over my wet hair. “But you know you’re not supposed to be in here, right? You could get in a lot of trouble if the coach found you.”
“I know,” she said, a giggle bubbling up from her throat as she continued to grin at me. “That’s kind of part of the fun, isn’t it? Doing something naughty and dangerous?”
Jessica smirked and unclasped her coat, shrugging it off of her shoulders to reveal a sheer black teddy with a matching black lacy thong. The cups of the lingerie just barely obscured her pink nipples, but the way they peeked through the black fabric more than gave away that Jessica was more than a little excited.
“All this sneaking around is getting me so hot,” she said, kneeling down in front of me. “And I’ve been missing you so much, Sir…”
“Jessica,” I gasped, watching as her hands slid over the bulge that was quickly forming in my towel. “Holy fuck.”
“I thought you’d like that,” she cooed, pulling at the white terry cloth covering my cock, pushing it aside to get a look at the stiffening rod. “I love the way you get hard, Dick… it gets me so wet.”
I closed my eyes as I felt her delicate fingers wrap around my base, working it slowly as she looked up at me. My heart began to pound harder and harder, my breathing deepening as I began to surrender to the heavenly touch of my stepsister’s hand around my cock.
“I know how stressed you’ve been,” she said, pouting up at me as she started to squeeze gently around my shaft. “They’re running you so hard out there every day. I haven’t gotten to spend any time with you lately… and I know you need this just as much as I do.”
“But what if someone sees us?” I asked, though my worries hardly lasted long after I felt the warm caress of her tongue against my tip. I gasped, my head lolling back as she lapped slowly against the fringe of my dickhead. I had been immediately impressed the first time Jessica had sucked my cock, though she’d sworn she’d never once done it before. She was a natural, taking my dick nice and deep into her mouth.
“So?” she asked, giggling again. “The thought of someone coming in while you’re getting your cock sucked by your stepsister doesn’t turn you on? I know it turns me on.”
She took me slowly between her lips, her eyes locked on mine as she worked me deeper and deeper. I moaned softly as I watched her, my mouth opened as I felt myself come to full mast. I couldn't deny it, the thought of someone walking in while Jessica was deep throating me was more arousing than I could even begin to describe. Our little secret had been one of the biggest reasons that our relationship was so hot, the taboo of it all took things to a whole new level I’d never felt with any other woman.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned again, leaning back on my hands as I let Jessica do what she did best. The warm wetness of her mouth slid around my pulsing shaft, her tongue caressing along my length. “Jess, baby this is—”
“Hush,” she whispered, her finger to my lips before. “Relax.”
Her mouth engulfed my steely rod again, taking me deep into her throat again and again. It wasn’t until then that I realized how long it had been since I’d even had the time to even masturbate with everything that was going on. I cried out softly, throwing my head back as my hips started to buck of their own accord. I hadn’t felt so sensitive since my very first time, the deprivation from my own climax had made my cock more than a little desperate to feel that sweet release. I needed to cum so badly.