Arousal pools between my legs and I make no move to stop him as he pushes my Wildcat head up, so it’s resting on top of my head.
He moves in close, his body pressed to mine, but he makes no move to kiss me.
“So?”
“So what?” I challenge.
“Were you cheering for me in the fourth quarter?”
Now it’s my turn to smirk. “Just exercising my school pride.”
“School pride, huh?” He cups my cheek with his free hand, his calloused fingers scraping over my heated flesh as he takes my lower lip between his teeth and tugs gently. My nipples go hard and I gasp as he releases me. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
“Call it whatever you want.” The words don’t matter. Only the action. “Just kiss me while you’re doing it.”
He drops his helmet and in one swift move, he lifts me into the air, pinning my back to the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and crush my mouth to his. The kiss is hot and wet and when his tongue surges into my mouth, I nearly come undone, a quiet moan slipping from my lips as I rock my hips against him. He smells like grass and dirt and fresh air.
The salty undertone that’s uniquely his only serves to heighten my arousal.
I need this man inside me right-freaking-now.
“Fuck,” he pants, breaking off the kiss. “You’re going to send me to the locker room with the world’s biggest hard-on.”
I grin and roll my hips in response, tension coiling low in my belly.
“Give me twenty minutes to shower and I can meet you at your place.”
“Can’t.” I shake my head for emphasis because words are hard. “I still have. Two appearances. This afternoon.”
He growls in frustration. “Tonight then?”
I nod and roll my hips because I can’tnotrub my clit on this man right now.
“That’s it, Shorty. Ride me like a good girl.” Eyes locked on mine, he slips a hand between our bodies and presses his thumb—at least, I think it’s his thumb—to my clit. “I know just how you like it.”
Qué rico.
He really does.
And because there’s no shame in my game, I hold his gaze, letting him work me toward climax, each quick rotation of his thumb delivering a burst of pleasure that drives me higher as I spiral toward release.
My core clenches and I whimper.
I need more. More pressure. More contact.
More Devin.
It’s only been a few months, but like the well-trained athlete he is, he’s learned to play my body like a champ.
He presses down on my clit and I bite my lip as pleasure radiates through my body.
“Shh,” he whispers. “We don’t want to get caught, do we?”
I shake my head, still biting down on my lip to muffle the sounds of gratification desperate to escape my traitorous mouth.
“Someone could walk by at any moment and catch us. They’d see me rubbing your clit and know this hot little pussy belongs to me.”
“Yes.” I don’t know if I’m agreeing or encouraging him, but when he presses down again, his thumb tracing a rough circle around that sensitive bundle of nerves, I explode.
