The anticipation of waiting for this for the last two hours—the last twoyears—takes hold of me. I want him more now than I did that first night, and I didn’t think that was possible.
“That feels so good,” I tell him, letting him know how much I like what he’s doing. My nails dig into his shoulder, trying to grasp hold. “The perfect spot.”
“Mark me up, Hannah.” A kiss to my stomach, but lower than before. He’s so close to where I need him the most. Taunting me with a second finger and a warm breath at the apex of my thighs. “Give me a badge of honor to wear when I go back to practice on Monday.”
It’s satisfying to think about him walking around with a reminder of our night together in a place no one can see. It makes me urge his head down my body and place my feet on his shoulders. It’s why I spread my legs wider. It’s why I reach out,curl my fingers under his chin and say, “You look hungry. You should eat, Brody.”
His dark eyes flash with desire, liquid heat I feel on every inch of my body. Bliss greets me, refuses to let go when he licks my pussy. Gaze on me. Focused beyond belief, his tongue presses against my clit, a satisfied noise rattling out of him when I moan his name.
“I’ve thought about this almost every night.” Brody bites my thigh, soothing over the sting with a trail of kisses. “The sounds you make.” A third finger, and color sparks behind my eyes. My gasp is lodged somewhere in my throat, unable to make any noise because he’s finding a rhythm. Alternating the press of his tongue with the slick glide of his fingers, I know the reason I haven’t wanted to hook up with anyone else is because nothing,no one, would ever be better than him. “The taste of your cum on my tongue. How tight you are, but how perfectly we fit together.”
My pleasure is building. My body is yielding to him, greedy for every single thing he gives me. Another kiss. A sharper bite. A lick that tells me he’s holding back, drawing this out for as long as he can, and I don’t know if I hate him or love him.
My legs press against his head. I sigh, touching him wherever I can reach. Brody pulls his fingers out of me and puts both hands under my thighs, yanking me all the way to the edge of the bed. My ass hangs over the mattress. I’m close to falling, but he doesn’t let me. He’s still there. Still devouring me, and when he circles my clit with his tongue, I almost jolt off the bed.
“Stop moving,” he growls, lifting an arm over my stomach to hold me still with a heavy weight. The awareness of being trapped is heady, and his low chuckle makes me smile. “You’re so fucking needy.”
“For you. I want you inside me, Brody. I want you to fuck me.”
“Not until you come.” A long, slow lick that has me questioning how much longer I can hold on. He doesn’t give in to my plea. “You know I make it so good for you, Hannah.”
So fucking good.
He starts again, each press of his fingers bringing me closer to the precipice of ecstasy. He’s like a god on his knees, a willing worshipper of my body and my undoing. Wet fingers—four now—and hurried kisses. My body is his canvas and he doesn’t stop, not until I finally,finallyfeel that satisfaction within reach.
It only makes Brody work harder. He grunts, a bead of sweat rolling from his forehead to his cheek. He whispers silly things, telling me how beautiful I am, how I was made for him, how much he missed having me like this, and when he drags his fingers from my clit, across my entrance, and all the way to my ass, I lose it.
I explode, completely undone. He doesn’t offer me a break, stealing a second orgasm from me before I can recover from the first, and that’s never,everhappened. His forehead rests against my thigh, shoulders heaving as he holds up his hand. Languid movements. Deep breaths, he traces my lips with his wet fingers.
“Open up and suck,” he says, and my lips part. I taste myself on his finger, licking from tip to knuckle. His groan could shake the walls, and his free hand rests on my knee as I suck his finger clean. “Fuck. Look at you.”
“I’m on cloud nine.” My vision is hazy. Everything around me looks dreamlike, fuzzy outlines of colors and shapes. “You deserve a gold star, Coach.”
Brody kisses my shin. “The highest honor.”
“Will you fuck me now? You already know how needy I am.”
“Not yet.” His thumb digs into my calf, coaxing out another moan from me. “I need a minute.”
“A minute?” I bring my feet away from his shoulders, my muscles objecting. I wince when I sit upright, everything heavy and sated. “Are you okay?”
“Finished in my fucking briefs,” he says, and my eyes snap to the front of his gray underwear. I see the wet circle on the cotton, the obvious effect I’ve had on him, and he covers my mouth with his hand. “No jokes. No calling me old. I’m fully capable of fucking you, and I’m going to.”
“Brody Saunders. The guy who likes to eat women out.” I smile against his palm. “I can’t tell you how hot that is.”
“Is it?” He grimaces when he stands, stretching out his legs. “That’s the first time it’s ever happened to me.”
“Yeah. It makes me feel…” A quiet laugh. “Wanted, I guess.”
“Oh, Hannah.” He cups my cheek, thumb tracing the curve of my jaw. “I want you in so many ways.”
“Tell me about them.” I reach behind my back, unclasping my bra so my breasts spill free. “Where? When? How often?”
“If I tell you the answers are everywhere, every second, and every day, will it go to your head?” Brody motions for me to scoot back on the bed and I do, relaxing against the sheets while my hair scatters across his pillows. He holds himself above me, my nipple caught between his thumb and pointer finger with a rough pinch. “Probably.”
“Sounds like we’re going to have to do this again, then. Would more than one time hooking up be okay with you?” I ask.
“You made me come, and you didn’t even touch me.” His laugh is self-deprecating. Fucking cute as hell. “You know I’d be more than okay with seeing you again.”
