Risking It

Casey's relationship with her college boyfriend, Jake, is perfect. Until he learns about the 'pregnancy risk' game Now all he wants is to take her bare, even though she's not on the pill. Will this battle of wills end their relationship, or will she give in to the ultimate temptation?

Excerpt:
I blame the internet for the current fucked up state of my relationship with my boyfriend, Jake.

I know, I know. Sounds crazy.

But we’ve been together for over a year, screwing like rabbits—or just like the horny college students that we are—almost from the first day we met. In his dorm or mine. In the backseat of a car. Under the bleachers at a basketball game. Even once in an empty lecture hall when we thought we could get away with a quickie before anyone caught us.

Everything was hot and sexy and perfect.

And then he found some blog while doing research for his biology class. All about a little something called pregnancy risk sex.

Ever since then, he’s been driving me crazy. See, we’ve never done it without a rubber. It never was a big deal before. He knows I can’t take the pill and as hot as we were for each other, we both knew that we still had a lot of time and a lot of things we wanted to do before we started even thinking about kids.

But now he’s constantly asking me to do it bare. Swearing that it would feel so much better raw.

And maybe it would at first, but then I’d be freaked out afterward.

He tried to be subtle about it at first. ‘Accidentally’ forgetting to bring the condoms. But then it pretty quickly became obvious that it was no accident.

And I refused to give in.

It became a test. A battle of wills. He was willing to get me off with his hands or his amazing tongue, but refused to fuck me with a rubber again. I would let him cum in my mouth or on my tits, depending on his mood. As irritated as I was with him, I still wanted him too much to ever try to hold out completely.

Which leads us to where we are now. In a stairwell not far from that same lecture hall where we’d fucked what now seemed like an eternity ago.

I was on my knees in front of him, deep throating him for all that I was worth. My body was in such a state of constant horniness, that I’d needed to have him inside me. Any part of me. I didn’t even care any longer.

His fingers tightened my hair and he was rocking his hips, fucking my mouth. Letting know that I wouldn’t be in charge of the depth or the speed of what we were doing for much longer.

And that turned me on even more.

I slipped my hand into my jeans.

Ever since we’ve gotten into this stalemate over the whole risky sex thing, I’ve stopped wearing skirts when I’m with him.

Not because I don’t trust him not to take advantage of such easy access to my pussy.

But because I didn’t trust myself not to forget why I couldn’t have his dick in the first place. I wasn’t going to be the one to give in on this.

I couldn’t be.