“You don’t have to say a word, Maverick,” I croon softly. “But if you want to, I’m right here to listen.”
He doesn’t talk, but he does draw in a deep breath as he seems to pull himself together, as if he’s drawing strength from being here with me in this way.
He does some more deep breathing before he lifts his hand and sets it on my thigh next to his head. It’s warm. Hot. It pulses tingles that seem to radiate from the place he’s touching and skip right up toward my pussy.
My hand that’s rubbing circles on his back moves so my fingertips dive into his hair. He flips onto his back so his head is still in my lap, but now his eyes meet mine. I lightly run my fingertips from his temple down to the sexy jawline peppered with stubble, and he sighs softly as his eyes turn intense on mine.
“I need to forget,” he whispers.
I lean forward and press my mouth to his, and he reaches around the back of my head to hold me in place as he deepens the kiss to urgency nearly immediately, his tongue dancing with mine in what’s already become a familiar, beautiful tempo. I pull back, no easy feat with the way he’s holding my head. “I can help with that,” I murmur.
He lets go of my head and sits up, and he guides me so I’m lying on my back. He moves over me, covering my body with his, and his eyes connect with mine. He searches there and seems to find what he’s looking for, and then his hips slam to mine.
“Ah!” I cry out, and he covers my mouth with his hand.
“Quiet,” he demands, and he’s right. We’re surrounded by teammates and coaches and staff, and nobody can know that I’m in here, that we’re doing what we’re doing right now.
I nod, and he lets go of his hold over my mouth.
He drags his lips along my neck, and then his mouth moves toward my ear. “I love hearing the sounds you make when I’m fucking you, but you have to be quiet tonight.”
I shiver at his words, snagging my lip between my teeth as his mouth continues to drag along my skin. Helovesthe sounds I make.
“I made you a promise last time, and right now, I’m going to make good on it,” he says.
I tremble beneath him, and he wastes no time in moving down my body, peeling my shorts and underwear off me, tossing them to the ground, and diving in.
His tongue goes immediately to my clit, and then he slides it down, tracing my entire slit as he pushes his tongue inside me. He moans as if he’s tasting the best meal he’s ever had in his life, and his mouth moves up to my clit again as he pushes a finger into me.
“Oh fuck,” he hums against me, and a rocket of pleasure explodes through me at the feel of his hot breath on my trembling flesh. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Oh. My. God. How the fuck am I supposed to stay quiet?
My fingers dive back into his hair, pressing him harder into my pussy as I ride his face and let go to revel in the pleasure he’s delivering.
It’s good. So good.Toogood. Without warning, my body almost immediately betrays me, as if just merely spending time around this man is enough to keep me on the verge of a constant orgasm, and it barely takes a few flicks of his tongue to set me over the edge. I dig my fingers into that luscious hair of his as my body bucks off the bed, but he stays with me, sucking my clit as I make my way through the foggy haze of complete and total bliss.
I do my best not to scream my way through it, but I think I black out for a few seconds from the onslaught of pleasure, so I can’t be sure what the hell I say or do.
He pulls back and rocks onto his knees as his eyes meet mine, and he does that classicwipe the mouth with the back of his handmove that nearly sends me spiraling into a second climax. “Now I know, and I’m already addicted,” he mutters.
Addicted.
He’s alreadyaddictedto the way I taste.
It’s like he’s two different people. Maybe three. But this is the one I want to spend time with. The guy who knows how to use his tongue and gives me compliments like he’s already addicted to me.
I’m still lying in bliss, his words swirling around me with that sweet afterglow of his heavenly tongue, when his grunt pulls me back to earth.
“I didn’t bring any condoms.”
My eyes open lazily. “Neither did I.”
His eyes shift to my pussy, still wet and glistening from what he just did. “I want to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me, too,” I say.
“Can I?”
