Down to the Bone (11 page)

Liddy sucked in a breath as Jarrett’s powerful grip took hold of her, and his tongue parted her pussy lips. She shuddered as the exquisite sensation of that lick rolled through her, then sucked harder on his cock, her own tongue flicking over his slit, going after that musky pre
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cum.

Jarrett couldn’t keep his hips still, and it wasn’t just the way Liddy’s mouth was sucking and tormenting his mushroom head. Every time he lapped at her smooth, tart-sweet folds she moaned in her throat, sending vibrations through his shaft. It was almost as if he were feeling what she was feeling.

It was almost as if she was feeling what he was feeling, Liddy groaned. The sensations of his tongue, stroking, licking, making her pussy sing and sweat, matched the thrusts and pre-cum drips of his cock in her mouth. Every twitch and pulse felt like her own clit, tingling and flaring
.

Jarrett was in agony. He didn’t want to stop adoring her pussy, but he couldn’t hold off much longer. “Liddy, Liddy please, I’m going to come—” he tugged at her and she reluctantly came off his cock. She was trembling and shaking as she turned and crawled back onto his lap. He shouted as her cunt enfolded him and she instantly started to orgasm. She throbbed around him, gripping and squeezing his cock, drawing him over the edge.

He clutched her to his chest as he came, shooting into her. He felt as if her tight interior was sucking his seed right out of his nuts. He gave her all of it, still jerking and pumping long after he’d gone dry. She quivered, orgasming again and again, until she finally collapsed in sweaty exhaustion.

“Touchdown,” she breathed into his ear, and Jarrett laughed. She joined him and they chortled weakly, holding tight to each other all the while.

Liddy helped Jarrett pull up his briefs and pants, then got on her top and trousers for warmth. Back on his lap, she snuggled in, still reliving the ghostly waves of her orgasm. God. That had been sublime. She felt all boneless. Jarrett also seemed relaxed, but he gripped her protectively, which made her wonder and worry what he might have to say to her.

“My brother told me,” he began hesitantly, “that the last time he saw you was at the hospital and that you probably overheard something you shouldn’t have—”

“Oh,” she said and felt her cheeks go warm.

“What Bobby said about your being my geek girlfriend—”

“Doesn’t matter,” she cut him off.

“Isn’t true,” he said at the same time.

“It’s all right, Jet.” She gave him a hug, she couldn’t help it, he looked so forlorn, as if he’d said those things instead of Bobby.

His hug enfolded her back, which was both wonderful and heartbreaking. There were a few things she had to say to him as well, and having his arms about her only made it harder. She didn’t want him to release her, and he probably would once she said them. 

Listen, I...” she fumbled, “I want you to know, I’d never ask you to give up sports. I know I came across that way, but I really wouldn’t. It’s in your bones, part of who you are—and I love who you are. You have to understand, though, how painful it is to even imagine you destroying your body, concussing that wonderful brain of yours, over and over again for years to come. I’m not sure I can watch that, let alone celebrate it. I know that means I can’t be with you. You—you made that very clear. And I’m all right with that. It hurts, but I get it. I just don’t want you angry at me for not being able to adapt.”

“I’m not angry,” Jarrett tried to assure Liddy. There was such terrible pain in her expression and Jarrett couldn’t bear to think he’d caused it. “That’s who you are, and I love who you are, too. That’s why I came here tonight. To tell you that. And to tell you that I get it, too.”

“Get it?” she echoed.

“Survival of the fittest.” He stroked her arm, her soft, soft arm, stopping on the tattoo and tapping it. “When I first saw this,” he said, “I couldn’t get it out of my mind. It took me a while to figure out why. It looks a little like a football helmet.”

Liddy’s brows went up and she glanced down at her shoulder, re-examining it. “You’re right. It does,” she laughed. “Though, it’s kind of a broken helmet.”