I'm Not Going To Stop

Above me the guy from the team asked, "Is everything okay, Jake?"

"Yeah," the woman chimed in, "You don't look so good."

"I'm okay," he started, but then tensed up double as I started to move.

I was not slow. Oh no I was not slow at all. I pulled back so quickly and, with my hand gently squeezing his balls, only bounced back to the head of him before I pushed back almost instantly.

Pushing in and pushing in and fucking myself down onto him. Fucking my mouth into him and feeling him press down and fill me before instantly pulling back to the head once more.

Fast. So fucking fast. So fast that if I was visible I was sure I would have been just a blur. So fast that there was no way he'd be able to maintain himself, to keep his composure.

"I'm fine," he told them through gritted teeth, "Just maybe... had... I don't know... the heat?"

"You're all flush," the woman noticed.

"Yeah," the guy replied, his voice maybe a little more suspicious than concerned, "And tense."

"What, Rick," the woman joked, "You want to give him a massage?"

"Ash," he commented, "It's not like that. I'm just saying that he looks tense. Are you okay, Jake?"

"Fine," Jake replied, "Perfectly... Never been better!"

He managed to get out the word 'perfectly' at a normal tone but 'never been better'? That came out practically at a yell.

And from the booth beside us I heard the artist girl, who I have no doubt was listening in and hearing and knowing everything that was happening, give a little snicker of bemusement at him.

Mercifully I pulled back, pulling to the head of him and pausing for a moment. And I swear it was for his own benefit. It was because I didn't want to be cruel.

I swear.

It didn't have anything to do with the fact that I needed to catch my breath. No, it was all for his benefit.

I lay the head of him against my lips and kissed, pressing my tongue out and pushing it around and around him. I feasted and worshipped at the altar of him, pressing and feeling and tasting and loving every moment I got with him.

And above me Jake did his best to keep his friends from getting suspicious.

"No," he told them, reassuring them, "I'm fine. Just maybe ate something a little dodgy or something like that, but I'm fine. Really."

"We could take over for a bit, if you want-"

"No!" he insisted, "No. I'm good right here. Don't want to... I've really gotten into a bit of a flow. Don't want to rock the boat now, not when I'm finally getting into the swing of things. Don't want to leave. GFonna stay right here."

The guy chuckled, "I don't know if I've ever seen you so... enthusiastic."

"It's great, Jake," the woman replied, "Seriously. And it's great to have you out here as a representative of the team. I'm sure you'd rather be off repping your frat or the real football team or anything like that. Anything but here and now, stuck in this boring booth all day long."

"No place I'd rather be than here," he reassured her, "And honestly nothing I'd rather be doing. At the booth of the frat or with the team... neither one would be nearly as fulfilling as here."

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