to feel you, Jake. I want to come on your cock and feel you let loose inside me. Give me that.”
He was on his feet, yanking his cock out of his pants. “Are you sure, Mars? I need you to be sure.”
In answer, I slid up on the desk and spread my legs in welcome.
“I fucking love you, Marley.”
His words didn’t register right away because he was driving his raging erection into me, and I was busy clinging to his shirt and muffling my screams with his jacket.
It felt like fucking Heaven. Nothing between us. Nothing separating us. I felt every ridge and vein of his shaft. And he felt me.
I probably misheard him, I decided. Or if he had said it, he didn’t mean it that way. My boobs were out. He’d been known to blurt out stupid, inappropriate things in their presence.
His thrusts were wild, out of control. All I could do was hang on and take it.
“Marley, baby.”
He dipped his head down to suck at my nipple, and I dug the heels of my shoes into his bare ass.
I would never look at this desk the same way again. Never sit behind it and not think of how it felt to be filled by Jake, touched by Jake, loved by—
“Are you with me, baby?” he grunted. “I need you with me.”
I was so fucking close the entire school board could have walked in, and I still would have orgasmed.
“Now, Jake. Now,” I chanted.
And then he was coming. I felt him. I felt the throb inside me and the wave of heat. Felt his body tense as his orgasm wrenched itself free from the depths of him into the depths of me. I came, closing around him even tighter, sobbing as I felt another hot rope of his release loose inside me. This. This. This was everything.
I came trembling and shaking, laughing and crying, as Jake thrust and held inside me. As close to one as we could be. And even as my orgasm subsided, I ached for more.
72
Marley
November
The Homecoming win was just the beginning. Not only did the wins continue, but the crowds in the stands grew, the cheer squad’s halftime show went viral, and Floyd and I were leading our gym classes in four weeks of yoga classes. Jake and I spent our free time between the sheets when we weren’t running, attending family dinners, and enjoying quiet nights snuggled up with Homer.
To top it off, my team made it to districts. The first Culpepper High girls soccer team to do so in seven years. Take that, Steffi Lynn. I celebrated by chiseling off part of my paycheck and treating my mom and myself to pedicures.
Best of all, I felt like I’d finally given Culpepper something new to remember about me. I’d replaced Homecoming 1998 with a fresh, bright, happy memory. And an old wound in me healed.
With good things finally flowing my way, I funneled my energy into that damned resume. I was embarrassed that I hadn’t touched it since I showed up on Mom and Dad’s doorstep this summer. My future would not plan itself. I needed a fresh resume and some new job prospects.
“Don’t you think it’s weird to lead with a temporary position?” I asked Zinnia over the phone, admiring my cranberry sparkle toes.
“I think a temporary position that shows leadership capabilities and the ability to make an impact is more interesting than a four-month hole,” my sister said, crunching down on a carrot stick. Part of her macrobiotic cleanse she was doing leading up to Thanksgiving.
“Good point. Okay. Gym teacher and soccer coach,” I said as I typed.
“Have any job listings caught your eye?” she asked me.
I hated to admit it, but I hadn’t even looked. Between Jake and soccer, my free time had dwindled down to nonexistent. I was either cooking in Jake’s kitchen, naked in Jake’s bed, jogging after Jake’s sweaty ass, brushing up on new coaching and gym class ideas, or spending time with my parents and Vicky.
“Nothing yet,” I fibbed. “But I’m casting a pretty wide net, so I’m sure I’ll find something appealing.” Whether that “something” would even consider me as a candidate was another story.
“Mmm,” Zinnia said, crunching another carrot stick. “So listen, I’ll be home for Thanksgiving.”
I perked up. “You will?” With jobs as important as hers and Ralph’s, we usually only got a weekend after Christmas visit from them. And then they were so exhausted from work,