Stone Creek Davis, Lainey (best android ereader txt) 📖

it feels so good. There is nothing else I need to be worried about in this moment. I'm not focused on my finances or getting caught or anything at all except Neal Sweeney stuffing my body with his iron dick. My head rolls from side to side and I swirl my hips around, wanting to touch his body in every way I can.

Suddenly, he rocks back onto his heels and pulls me up into his lap. He reaches one hand down to massage my breasts and holds the other hand on my stomach. His fingers are so close to my needy clit, but not touching it. He rocks in and out of me more slowly now, but each thrust is hard and deep and we both grunt with the impact. His right hand rolls my nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly in a way that sends signals directly to my pussy. His left thumb slides closer, closer to my clit as he continues fucking me relentlessly.

"Dahlia, I'm close," he says. "I want you to cum again for me."

I can only nod my head, and he finally presses his thumb against my clit. As he presses the pad of his thumb into my body, I feel myself turn inside out. "Fuck! Dahlia!" he screams and somewhere from within the cloud of my own pleasure, I feel him swell even larger. Neal's cock pulses inside me and I know he's spurting his own release.

Both of us are panting and gasping for air. He collapses on top of my body and we lie there, tangled together and sweaty, until our hearts slow and we're able to think about moving again.

CHAPTER FIVE

 

 

I can't tell if hours pass or only a few minutes. Slowly, my breathing returns to normal, and I'm basking in the calm quiet. My mind has never been this relaxed, and my body has never felt this still. What the hell did he just do to me, I wonder.

Neal begins stroking my arm. I weave my fingers into his big hand, draped across my waist. "I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you in the student union," Neal says, his deep voice beside my ear.

"Hm?" I still feel drunk, not from the few drinks I had earlier but from three overpowering orgasms at the hand and mouth and cock of Neal Sweeney.

"When I saw your tits in that tight, red, geek shirt, with your messy hair and your wild eyes, I wanted to fuck you."

I pry myself out from under his arm and sit halfway up. "You? Wanted to fuck me?" Neal has to know he's fucking gorgeous. It would be hard not to know that. He can obviously tell how he's built and I've seen the women all over campus throwing themselves at the big name athletes for years now. "You can fuck any girl you want to, Neal."

He laughs. "I know, and I wanted to fuck you." He pulls me back down to lie next to him. "Do you really live in apartment 314?"

Now it's my turn to laugh. Linda and I saw this apartment come up last year and we knew we had to live here together. "What can I say? I'm a math nerd through and through." I'm still having a hard time accepting that he was somehow aroused by me in my jeans and t-shirt. "My eyes are not wild," I say, lying back down.

He rests his head on my arm and looks me in the eyes, and says, "Yes they are, Dahlia. Your eyes are the color of whiskey, and sometimes I think maybe actual sparks are going to shoot out of them if I don't hurry up and do what you say."

"So you're only learning math because you're afraid I'm going to light you on fire?"

He laughs. "Basically." Neal shifts in the bed and reaches to throw out the condom. "I told you before, though. You're good at explaining that shit. Every time you say 'logarithm' I get a hard on."

I smack his chest, but think back to my conversation in Professor Meyer's office earlier. I begin to absent-mindedly run my fingers along Neal's body as I worry about whether to tell him the newly-heightened stakes of his math performance.

"Hey, Neal, remember how I told you my funding is tied into working with you?" He closes his eyes and grunts, but I know he's heard me. "Your coach went to visit my department chair today."

He opens his eyes and rolls over to look at me, suddenly very attentive. "Coach Thomas?"

I nod, continuing. "He was thrilled with how well you did in class. Everyone is really, really glad you did well on that mid-term. I guess there's like a bunch of filthy rich alumni looking to give money to the school if the hockey team keeps doing well."

This is not information that's new to him. I can see his attention waning again, and as he reaches for my breast I know I'm about to lose his focus. "Neal, they told me if you pass your final, they're going to arrange for me to get PhD funding working with the hockey team at Penn."

His hand freezes and his eyes turn cold. I feel him take in a breath and pause before exhaling, slowly. He scoffs and shakes his head. "They've sucked you in, too, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

He starts to sit up and puts his head in his hands, pulling back on his curly hair. "It's all about money to them, Dahlia. They only fucking care about the team because we bring in the big bucks. Do you think they'd really be paying your tuition if they weren't earning it back ten-fold from the TV deals? Make no mistake about it, babydoll. You're their bitch now every bit as much as me."

His voice is angry and