Stone Creek by Davis Lainey

Author:Davis, Lainey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-23T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

For the next three weeks, I see Neal every day. He comes to my apartment every night when he's done with practice, we study in my dining room, we have sex, and I fall asleep in his arms. On nights that he doesn't have homework, he sits and stares at me as I work on equations. Sometimes he stands behind me, rubbing my shoulders and watching me scrawl on scrap paper or run graphing programs on my computer.

"What are you staring at?" I ask him during one of these evenings. I can't concentrate when I feel like I'm under a microscope.

"I just never saw anyone do stuff like you're doing right now," he say. He's actually eating popcorn while he's watching me do math. He shrugs. "You've watched me work tons of times."

"No," I correct him. "I've observed your technique and waited to see if you need any help. That's different."

"Well, maybe I'm waiting for you to need my help." He starts throwing popcorn at me. Linda has gone up to sleep at Tim's, and we have the apartment to ourselves, so when Neal swats the paper from my hand and clears the dining room table with his arm, I get excited even though I'll probably have to start over with the problem I was working on. He says, "You look like you need some help relaxing your mind."

Neal lifts me out of my chair and yanks down my sweats. Really, they're his sweats. Most evenings we hang out together, I end up wearing whatever athletic clothes he left here the night before. I don't tell him that I just love how he smells when he gets here straight from the showers. When I put on his t-shirts after class, I feel enveloped in his scent for hours until I can get my arms around him and inhale the real thing.

He raises his eyebrows when he discovers I'm not wearing anything under the sweatpants. I can see a bulge forming in the front of his pants and I reach my hand out to massage it, but Neal lifts me up onto the table he's just cleared. "Lie back," he tells me, kneeling in front of me on the floor. With my ass at the edge of the table and my legs dangling onto his shoulders, I lie back and close my eyes, savoring the feel of Neal's lips along my thighs.

No matter how many times he goes down on me, I never can get over how hard he's able to make me cum. When he has his tongue on my clit, he's in control of every pleasure center in my body. By now, he knows all my sounds and movements and he torments me, withdrawing each time I'm on the verge of eruption, drawing it out until I can't stand it anymore.

I let my fingers drop into his hair and I pull his face against my center, not caring what he wants anymore. I need relief. Neal has two fingers inside me, gently sliding in and out of my slick tunnel as his tongue laps at my clit.

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