“This too.” I pointed at the side of my ribs.
She slid down and nibbled over my skin, sending blood rushing directly to my already rock-hard dick. Somehow, she leveraged herself so that she could put her weight behind pushing me over onto my back, and the next thing I knew, she was hovering over my thighs as she gave them careful inspection for bruises.
“Is this what I can expect during the regular season?” she asked as she planted more soft kisses along my quads while her hair tickled my dick, making me groan.
“The bruising?” I managed through clenched teeth. “Yeah, it’s an endless thing. I think the last season’s marks faded by the end of January.”
“You’re saying you’re going to need weekly TLC?” Her soft lips left a trail of fire over my skin. My dick ached with wanting those lips kissing it. Instead, she kissed her way down to my knees.
“Daily.” The word came out raspy, and I didn’t give a shit how the sound exposed the knots she’d tied me in.
“Mm-hmm.”
At last she reversed course, her fingers leading the way as her mouth inched closer to the place I most wanted it. When she touched her pillowy lips to my balls, I surged up off the sheets. Splaying her fingers over my belly, she pushed me back down while she tickled my shaft with the tip of her tongue. I plowed my fingers into her hair and worked my ass off to talk myself down from shoving my cock into her mouth.
She hummed along my length, the vibration driving me wild. But as bad as I needed her to keep going, I knew I had to say the thing I didn’t want to say. “Chess. Babe, you don’t have to—”
Wrapping her mouth around the head of my dick, she shut me right the fuck up. She swallowed me whole on one smooth downstroke then licked and sucked her way back up. Popping off me, she raised her eyes to mine. “I thought we established we were going to show each other how we feel.”
“Uh-huh,” was all I could manage.
“Then do not tell me I don’t have to show you how much I love you.”
Without giving me a chance to respond, she went to town on my cock, licking and sucking, kissing and palming me until I gave up.
“You are so hot and hard. Mmm. And delicious,” she purred. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
“You like to talk during sex, don’t you?”
“Only when the guy really turns me on.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as a stupid smile spread over my face. Fisting my hands in the sheets, I held on while Chessly did exactly as she damn well pleased and gave me the most intense pleasure of my life. Afterward, she kissed her way up my belly, across my chest, and up the column of my neck before she settled herself on top of me, cuddling me as though I were her favorite pillow.
“That was a such a good time.”
I played my fingertips along the length of her spine as we lay quiet for a few minutes. Once I’d caught my breath, I said, “For the record, we’re in trouble if my package is ever bruised in practice or a game. But when you kissed my cock, I forgot all about the battering my body took in the scrimmage.”
A chuckle puffed out of her. “Good to know.”
“Something else can make me forget bruises.”
“Yeah?”
Without giving her any warning, I flipped her onto her back. “Kissing you all over is my favorite distraction.”
Starting with the hollow of her throat, I kissed my way over her collarbones, along the swells of her breasts to the delectable tight peaks of her nipples where I lingered until she was writhing and panting beneath me.
“Babe, I adore these beauties. Especially how they poke right up when I put my mouth on them.”
Then I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, pecking light kisses along her ribs, down to her hips, and over the tops of her pretty thighs. I tickled the backs of her knees with my fingertips, and she rewarded me by opening herself to me. In the daylight streaming through the window at the foot of the bed, I looked my fill at her pink pussy, my mouth watering at the thought of eating her. In a minute. After the torture she’d put me through, she needed a bit of turnabout.
“Like what you see?” She might have been trying for flirty, but her words came out breathy and needy.
I loved it.
Nibbling my way along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, I delighted in the crescendoing moans and whimpers coming from her throat. When she lifted her hips off the bed, offering herself to me, I grinned against her skin and kept playing.
At last she growled, “Finn,” her tone a warning, and I relented. Sealing my lips over her hard clit, I went to work licking and sucking, tickling and teasing until her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, and I had to hold her bucking hips down with my forearm. When she plowed her hands into my hair with a scream, her tight sheath convulsing around the two fingers I’d slid inside her, it was all I could do to keep from shouting my triumph to the world. Making Chessly Clarke come was number one on my list of favorite things to do.
