Page 50 of Scoring Lessons

Typically, when the season was in full swing, I would have regular hookups in rotation. But we were a little over two months into the season, and I had yet to pull the trigger.

It wasn’t like I didn’t have any options. My DMs were practically overflowing with random girls from every city we played in, asking to hang out—or straight up asking to hook up, because some of these women were direct and knew exactly what they wanted.

But none of that mattered, because I’d deleted every single message. The usual urges to lose myself in another person, to fill the void of my heart, my head…they weren’t there.

Until now.

Only one person was running through my mind, though.

Ever since Olivia moved in and tilted my world off its axis, it was like I was in this strange maze I couldn’t escape. I wanted to—and this was as delicately as I could put it—fuck Olivia’s brains out. To get a feel of her curves, her lips. All of her. I desperately needed to get whatever this sensation was out of my system.

But that was not fucking happening. Not in a million years. Sleeping with her wasn’t an option.

Fantasizing about it wouldn’t hurt, though, right?

This was the answer to my problem. It had to be. One little fantasy about us, while I stroked myself to the thought of us together, would have to be enough to satiate me.

A low groan escaped my lips when I shifted to sit and rest my back against the headboard. I moved the comforter to the side and slipped my boxers off, letting my throbbing dick bob free. The head was swollen and already leaking pre-cum, with a pronounced vein on the side. I spat on my hand then fisted my cock.

A moan got lodged in my throat at the touch.

As soon as I shut my eyes, I imagined it was Olivia’s hand instead as she stared at me through her dark eyelashes, sucking on the tip and stroking the rest of my length. Her touch was slow and teasing as she waited for my instructions. She may have been challenging by nature, but in the depths of my imagination, she’d be obedient and do as she was told.

My cock jerked with excitement as another fantasy raced through my mind.

Me, forcing her to sit on my face and suffocate me with her pussy so I could feast on it. My mouth latched on to her pretty, swollen clit as I kneaded her ass and her milky, freckled thighs. I’d bet her pussy was so pretty, too. Tight, and pink, and so fucking wet. I’d lick it fully until she couldn’t take it anymore. I’d lock her legs around my head to keep her in place until my lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. But even then, I’d keep eating her like my fucking life depended on it.

I continued to stroke slowly as I swiped my thumb across the head of my cock to spread all of the pre-cum. I was getting harder by the second as I imagined all the filthy things I wanted to do to her—with her, but I slowed down my pace, wanting to edge myself a little and prolong all the delicious sensations.

I’d love nothing more than to drag it out for her, too. To tie her up and get my fill. To run my tongue across her pussy, insert my fingers slowly and build her orgasm at a steady pace as I played with her nipples, and seconds before she would be about to come, I’d completely stop and do it all over again until she writhed and pleaded for me to give her what she was so desperate for.

“Oh, fuck,” my moan was rough, barely audible.

My breath turned uneven, and I quickened my pace as I imagined she was on top of me, filling her to the brim with my cock and wrapping my arms around her to keep her as close as possible. I’d fuck her relentlessly, thrust after desperate thrust until she climaxed. In the depths of my imagination, I’d continue to push in and out of her—a bit slower this time—while my fingers brushed her clit in quick circles to pry at least one more orgasm out of her.

There was nothing that made me hornier than making sure my partner was thoroughly spent before I allowed myself to fall over the edge.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My strokes turned rougher, sloppier. There was no rhyme or reason to my movements anymore. Raw, consuming lust dulled my senses as my toes curled and my back stiffened. A rush of electricity ran across my body like a hot flash as my cock swelled in my hand, and hot, sticky cum spilled against my abdomen and hand. I imagined it was Olivia now, straddling me and riding me like that was the only place she wanted to be, refusing to stop until I was completely spent.

“Olivia,” I choked out on a low moan then bit my bottom lip until I tasted copper to chomp down my pathetic moans as my climax continued its ride.

When my post-orgasm head cleared, I took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling in defeat.

I could sit here and trick myself into thinking it had been enough. But no amount of fantasies was going to diminish how badly I wanted her. There was no magic switch to turn it off.

It was stupid.

And I was very much fucked.

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