The Pass (Smart Jocks #5) - Rebecca Jenshak Page 0,50

under control.

“Babe, it’s us. Of course it’s going to be amazing, but we don’t have anywhere to be for two weeks. I promise by then no matter how good it is, you’ll be ready to leave the bed. And if not, we’ll drop out of school and live here in our dirty sex sheets.”

“And the other thing?”

His lips twitch. “It’ll fit.”

My gaze drops to his jeans, and I reach out and unbutton them, then slide the zipper down until I can see the band of his black boxer briefs and his very large bulge. Seriously, he’s huge or stuffing socks down there. I was only slightly exaggerating when I said I was worried about it fitting. The guys talk about how big he is almost as much as the girls.

He’s so still I’m not sure he’s breathing as I move my fingers down to cup him through the cotton material. When I reach my target, he groans low in his throat. Warmth and need spread through me with delicious pleasure. Tanner isn’t even touching me, but I feel him in every cell of my being.

“Well, I’ve confirmed the rumors,” I say and swallow thickly. Slowly, I slide the material down as far as I can. Tanner helps by moving to stand beside the bed and together we strip him of his boxers and jeans.

He’s beautiful. Long and thick. A bead of precum has gathered at the tip and I lean forward and swipe my tongue along the head. His ab muscles contract making his six-pack and the V along his hips more defined.

At his sides, his hands are curled into fists. The force makes the veins in his hands and forearms more prominent. Dark blue eyes are intently focused on my every move. He’s letting me have this—holding back so I feel comfortable, allowing me to control the pace. His dick twitches in front of me.

“That’s fun. It’s like he’s waving.”

Tanner’s head tilts back and he looks up. Some of the tension leaves his body as he chuckles. “I’m pretty sure he’s begging.”

“Oh yeah? What does he want?”

He goes from laughing to serious in a flash. “Your mouth,” he says gruffly.

As I move closer, his left hand slides through my hair at the nape of my neck. He makes a fist, holding my head tight and tender as I take him in my mouth.

“Dreamed of this so many times.”

I know that it’s true, that he wouldn’t make something like that up, but hearing it sounds so crazy. All this time we could have been doing this. I could have given him so many blow jobs by now.

Gliding down his length, I keep my eyes on him. The hard set to his jaw and the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. He groans and then mutters, “So good.”

I’m starting to get into it. Taking a little more and swirling my tongue along the underside. He continues to praise me with grunts and moans that light up my confidence and encourage me. Tears well in my eyes as I attempt to deep throat him.

The hand in my hair tightens and guides me up as his mouth crashes down on me. We tumble back onto the bed. While he kisses me, his hands roam down my body to the hem of my dress. All this shuffling has bunched the material up to my hips, but he tugs harder, trying to bring it up higher.

“Torture device,” he says against my lips.

“What?”

“Your dresses are torture devices. The bright colors and the way they mold to your curves. They make me crazy.” His head dips lower and he kisses a trail down my neck and chest then over the material, nipping and pulling like he’s taking his punishment out on the material.

When he’s gathered the spandex around my belly button and it isn’t going any farther, I sit up and help him get it over my head.

I hadn’t thought about being self-conscious until I realize he’s having a stare off with my boobs. Every second he doesn’t blink I worry that he doesn’t like what he sees.

“Hello there,” he whispers.

“Ummm… hi?”

“Shh. I wasn’t talking to you.” He brings a hand up and stretches his palm over one breast. Then the other. With a goofy grin on his face he squeezes and tweaks the nipple. Those long fingers finally slide down over my stomach and hips, around to my butt, which he also squeezes.

It’s harder than expected to stay still while he so thoroughly scopes me out. My