“So I know what to do.”
I sat up and stared him down. “Aren’t quarterbacks supposed to be good with their hands?”
“I’mamazingwith my hands, Whiskey. Don’t get it twisted. But there’s nothing more important to me than your pleasure, and I don’t want to do anything you don’t like.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
Tentatively, I slid my hand down my body, lightly brushing my fingers over my pussy. If such a thing were possible, his eyes darkened further, like the ocean in the throes of a hurricane. That muscle in his jaw twitched as he ground his teeth together.
I spread myself open with two fingers, then used those same digits to slowly circle my clit.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Incredible,” I answered honestly. I was so keyed up it wouldn’t take much to set me off. “I like to start slow. To toy and tease myself. It makes me come that much harder when I finally let go.”
“My girl likes edging,” Owen said. “Noted.”
I increased the pressure a touch, and a moan fell from my lips, my head dropping back and eyes closing.
“I don’t think so,” Owen said, and my head snapped up. “Eyes on me.”
“Only if you touch me.”
“Fuck yes,” he said, not even taking a beat to think about it. “I’m gonna fuck you with my hand while you pleasure thatpretty pink clit. How does that sound?”
“Yes please,” I whimpered, bearing down harder.
Owen moved forward and once again slipped a single digit into my entrance. He exhaled softly as I involuntarily clenched around the intrusion, sending shivers skittering across my skin.
“How many fingers? Two? Three?”
“Three,” I breathed, desperate for him to fill me.
Owen chuckled. “Needy, filthy little girl,” he said. “We’ll start with two and work our way up.”
Making good on his promise, he slid two fingers inside me, and I underestimated exactly how big his hands were. I’d never felt more full in my life. The stretch stung briefly before soothing into pleasure that zinged up my spine. My own hand faltered as he slowly pumped in and out of me, his eyes locked on that spot where we connected.
“We had a deal,” he growled, and I hastily started moving my fingers over my clit again. My arm jerked, barely able to focus as he fucked me.
There was no finesse left in my movements when Owen finally took pity on me and lifted his other hand, brushing mine out of the way to spread me open himself. As his fingers picked up speed, he sealed his mouth around my clit. I’d already been hovering on the edge, the pressure in my core a slow build.
But Owen was done fucking around.
That wave stacked higher and higher as his hand pumped faster, as his tongue flicked over me, fluttering in a cadence designed to wring maximum pleasure.
I broke apart seconds later, my pussy pulsing around his fingers, my arms shaking violently as I struggled to hold myselfupright. The wave crashed and crashed, pulling me under repeatedly. When I was sure it would recede, Owen suckled me, twisting his fingers and sending me under again.
When I finally floated back to the surface, my chest was heaving, and Owen was grinning wickedly at me, all satisfied arrogance.
Then again, he had every right to be.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed, all other words having completely deserted me, my mind wiped blank.
I felt the loss immediately when he withdrew his fingers, and I watched with rapt attention as he brought his hand to his mouth and individually licked them clean.
“My new favorite flavor,” he said through a grin.
“Come here.” I grabbed him by his collar and he let me pull him to his feet until he was bent over me. I craned my neck and he met me halfway, our mouths crashing together. My taste on his lips and tongue was intoxicating, and I wanted to make him feel even a fraction of the pleasure he’d given me.
