3
Ryker
Adistant buzzing droned from somewhere. I rolled over and grappled for my phone on the nightstand, but it wasn’t there.
The buzzing stopped.
Thank fuck.
I rolled back over, stretching out my arm, and my hand landed on something soft.
Huh?I lifted my eyelids, which felt heavier than hundred-pound barbells. The body next to me slowly came into focus—nice, round ass; curves steeper than a black-diamond ski slope; and blond hair piled on top of her head.
She moaned, turning to face me. “Morning, sexy. How did you sleep?”
I wracked my brain as I tried to figure out how the woman got in my bed. My cock wasn’t having a problem, though. He was ready to say, “Sit on me,” which was surprising, although morning wood shouldn’t have shocked me.
The girl smiled, snaking her hand under the covers until she was gripping my junk. “You’re awake. It’s about time. You were having problems last night.”
I should have been mortified that I hadn’t been able to get it up with a beautiful girl like her. After all, she was my type—plump in all the right places with humungous breasts that needed two hands for one tit.
My eyes rolled back in my head as she continued to pump me good and strong. I needed a release more than I needed my next breath.
“That’s it,” I groaned. I lay on my back, giving her full access to do as she pleased. But I didn’t want her hand. “Suck me off.”
She was between my legs in a second. Then she flicked her tongue over the tip of my cock, and I groaned again, and again even louder when she took me in her mouth, balls deep.
Fuck me.
When she began sucking, I saw stars. I fucked her mouth like I hadn’t fucked anyone before. It had been too long since a woman had given me a blow job. Too damn long.
I gripped the sheets as her head bobbed up and down, sucking, licking, and pumping me like a madwoman. Just as I was at my peak, she stopped.
I lifted my head to find she was about to sit on my dick.
Hell no!
“Blow job or get out,” I barked in a cracked tone. I wasn’t ready to find a condom, and I sure as shit wasn’t going bareback in anyone, especially a girl I didn’t know. I might be a screwup as of late, but I wasn’t ready to ruin my life with the chance of a kid. I had too much going for me. Or maybe I didn’t anymore. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to play football because of alcohol, fuck-ups, and little desire to get my head on straight to play the game.
The blonde massaged her breasts and squeezed her nipples hard. “Are you sure? I can fuck you like no other girl.”
Says you and every other girl on campus.
In my book, a lay was a lay. I’d never found a girl that blew my mind in the bedroom to the point where I couldn’t stop thinking about her after sex.
Regardless, I didn’t want to piss off Blondie too much since I wanted her mouth back on my dick. “I’m sure you can. But right now, your mouth is all I need.”
She sat back, opening her legs and showing me how wet she was. Normally, I would’ve dived head first, but I wasn’t in the mood to please the stranger. I needed to either jerk off or blow my load in her mouth.
She started to play with herself.
My cock jerked as I watched her lick her lips while she circled her clit. Maybe I was crazy, but that just pissed me off.What happened to giving me a blow job?
Well, I could finish myself off in the shower.
That buzzing noise started up again.
Blondie closed her legs. “Your doorbell,” she said with a huff.
