Chapter 31

“I think you can.” I pumped faster, my mouth still moving around Angel’s whole face. “I think you can.” Maybe I wasn’t the best kisser at almost eighteen. “I think you can,” but I was real good at stroking dick.

“Don’t make me laugh.”

I squatted a little just as he did—laughed and came, both at once. He shot against my gut, in the hair there, and was playing in it when the timer buzzed.

“Shh,” he said, turning it off.

“It’s your watch,” I teased. “And three and a half minutes was just right.”

“Now I got cum on it.” He was touching my stomach again. “You’re so hairy.”

“Yeah.”

“I like it.”

“You can touch it anytime you want,” I said, suddenly aware of the echo in the locker room, off four rows of metal lockers and the tile and stuff, even though we were whispering.

“You smell good, too.” Angel didn’t lower his voice.

“Old Spice body gel I borrowed from Jason.”

“Which Jason?”

“Who cares, Jason?”