She straddled me, grinding her hips against me.

My dick was in overdrive, rebelling against the restricting confines of my jeans and failing miserably. The pleasurable ache spread from my crotch to the rest of my body. I bit back a groan.

“Are you nervous about your game?”

I gripped her waist, trying to hold her in place to clear the sex fog clouding my brain. My erection had a one-track mind, and it wasn’t on football. I gritted my teeth and tore my gaze away from our fabric-covered collision and the throb of my dick. “All I need to do is what I always do.”

“What’s that?” She looped her arms around my neck and toyed with the hair at the nape of my neck.

A shudder shot down my spine. A creeping animal of bliss whispering in my ear that now was the time. Screw all my big plans, I should throw her down on the bed and show her how much she drove me crazy.

“Play like it’s the last game I’ll ever play.”

Her fingers were driving me insane. So soft with a little tug every few strokes. “How much longer are you going to play the gentleman?”

I swallowed, choking on the air like my lungs had forgotten how to function.

“Let’s play a little game.” Her fingers unsnapped the button to my jeans.

I closed my hands over hers. “We—”

She pushed her finger against my lips. It tasted like the sour gummy worms she’d snacked on earlier. “The name of the game is Bay Gets to Do What She Wants.” Her hand pushed inside my jeans over the waistband of my boxers.

Anticipation coiled in my chest like a snake waiting to strike.

Her hand wrapped around my shaft and it took everything in me not to buck her off.

Freeing my dick, she stroked it up and down with a look of wonder on her face. Her inexperience was front and center, which only made me want her more. I wanted to show her how good it could be, and not have someone else spoil all these firsts by rushing her or forcing her further than she was comfortable going.

One pump of her hand and I did nearly knock her off. Her grip was firm, but soft. I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw ached.

“Am I doing this right?” She looked up at me, her hand continuing to drive me crazy. The frenzy was building. “Can you show me how you like it?”

My chest squeezed tight like I’d caught an interception and ran it into the end zone. With a nod, I covered her hand with mine and pumped it up and down my shaft.

The look of determination on her face would’ve made me laugh, if I wasn’t seconds from shooting off this chair.

All it took was a gentle swipe of her thumb over the head of my cock and I was done. The spasm overtook me like this was my first time. And it was—my first time with Bay.