Midnight Kisses: An Erotic Friends-with-Benefits Sports Romance by Jeanine Bennedict

Author:Jeanine Bennedict [Bennedict, Jeanine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

REMINDERS

task list

o films for game 10

o meeting with o-line abt annual prank

o meal prep (pay herik $30 for groceries)

o flash cards for SRA midterm 3

o remind mom to pay car insurance & electric

o send icka allowance

o cake for rodney’s bday

Chapter 21

Folded in the Backseat

GRETA

I’ve never been fond of car sex. Due to a specific incident involving the reverse cowgirl, a 1998 Corolla, and a basketball player who jumps when he climaxes, I’m traumatized. The humiliation of having my whole family come to the ER, where the doctors regaled them with how Reggie sprained his neck, still has me a little scarred.

But it’s Otis’s turn to choose what we do for our fuckdevous, and since he didn’t put up a fuss when I requested he dress as Indiana Jones last time, the least I can do is comply with his fantasy. So, I’m cramped in the backseat of his truck in my high school cheer uniform.

The safety shorts barely cover my ass, the skirt revealing the meaty underside. The hair bow is too scratchy and big. And don’t even get me started on the top… It fits like a glorified Band-Aid.

Not that Otis minds. “C’mon cheerleader,” boob dude grunts, grinding his hips into me, “spread those gorgeous legs wider for your quarterback.”

“How much wider?” It’s not like me to complain, especially where sex is involved, but I’m exasperated by the small confines of his truck.

We started off in the front, where I gave him some road head, determined to have him come at least once before we actually fucked. The sight of me in the small uniform had excited him beyond belief, a prominent bulge appearing at the front of his football pants the second I slid next to him in the passenger seat. Before I even fished him out of his Hunter X Hunter briefs, he’d been leaking, eager. With just a few tight, twirly strokes, a half-dozen head bobs, and a quick suckle-and-tongue combo at his tip, his balls tightened, and he busted. I didn’t want a repeat of what happened last Wednesday in 195 Extraction’s bathroom, when he’d come too quickly, leaving me high, dry, and too agitated to finish myself off.

Rather than respond, Otis takes matters into his own hands. I’m beneath him, sitting in a curl up. My back is pressed against the door jam, my head smashed against the cool glass window. One leg settles straight out atop the seat under us, while he pushes the one hooked over his shoulder away from his person until the heel of my foot is flat against the window, forcing me to do the splits midair.

My spine arches as he forces my leg back, and I let out a pinched whimper when he slides in deeper, his large hand pressed between my stomach and my mound. A sweet fire spirals through me from having his full length buried in me so completely. We’re pressed pelvic bone to pelvic bone, and when he twists his hips, it angles him better and stimulates me further. I actually see stars, my breath stolen from me by a sudden flow of longing.

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