Playing the Game

27. Where There's a Will, There's a Way

Please enjoy this montage of nothing but sex and cuteness. Don't forget to hit that star button if you love these two. 😍

–Jeri & Amanda

Grayson's Hellcat

Somewhere in California, USA

November. The month eternally devoted to being grateful for all we have, all we've been given, everything to come. And let me tell you, I'm feeling the fucking gratitude. Because next on the list of everything to come... is Mia Hill.

She's got one hand on my shoulder, the other clutching onto the passenger seat beside us as she holds herself steady at the exact right angle and rides me. Meanwhile, my own hands are wandering her body, latching onto anything I can in the tiny space we're working with. No easy task for some but, lucky for me, I've got a few years of practice in this car. And as for Mia, she's all bendy and agile, motivated to make it work.

She fits perfectly in my lap and her body is gloriously smashed against mine with no space between us, just how I like it. Her skin is slick and hot under my fingertips, and her pussy feels like silk around my cock. It's taking every ounce of concentration not to bust in a matter of seconds, but I want to milk this moment for as long as I can.

Fuck, she feels amazing. I swear every time with her is better than the last, but that's not really surprising. Not when the first time with her was so good, it put everyone else to shame. Had me avoiding the opportunity to even fuck anyone else because I knew they'd never add up. I can finally admit that to myself now that we're hooking up again. But I can't believe I'm actually admitting that to myself.

What the hell has become of me? And how is this my life? I knew our little arrangement was the beginning of great things, but I still can't believe this is happening.

If you'd told me when I started college that I'd be having hot, casual sex with Mia Hill before fall break even started, I'd have laughed in your face. And yet, somehow... I think this was always meant to happen. The tension between us has been palpable for as long as I can remember, we never stood a chance against each other.

Mia picks up her pace, and the sounds of her pleasure surround me. Every whimper and moan fluttering past her lips is like a symphony in my ears. But as nice as it sounds, I'd rather smother the music by kissing her. We zipped through that part earlier, barely in our seatbelts before things got heated, like they always seem to do these days.

One minute, we're hopping back in my car after picking up food for a study session. Next thing I know, we're exchanging that look and she's stripping down and straddling me. The rest is history.

My hands slide up her body, feeling the hard peaks of her tits and the soft column of her throat. Enjoying the way her skin pebbles under my fingers, despite the heat in this enclosed space, the steam covering the windows. She lets out a whispery sigh as I reach for her chin and angle her mouth toward mine to go in for the kiss.