Teasing one turgid tip with his tongue, he laughed darkly deep in his throat when I moaned his name loud enough to echo off the walls.Immediately, I clamped a hand over my mouth, which he apparently took as a challenge because he palmed his way down my belly on a single-minded mission to tease me with his long fingers.
Slapping my other hand over my mouth, I bucked and rolled as he sucked my breast and fingered my slit, his thumb adding delicious pressure to my clit.Without warning, an orgasm rolled through me at his naughty play, and though I desperately tried to keep it down, his name tore from my throat on a scream.
After petting me through the aftershocks, he sat up.Staring directly into my eyes, he slowly and deliberately licked my climax from his long fingers, and I gritted back another long moan.
Grinning wickedly, he reached for another condom.As he sheathed himself, he said, “You were doing so well right up till the end, babe,” in the same tone one might use to discuss an upcoming class assignment.
I reached for a pillow to smack him with, but he intercepted me, circling my wrist with his fingers and guiding my hand to rest on the pillow beneath my head.
“You are so full of yourself,” I hissed.
“In a minute you’re going to be full of me too.”
I should have called his ass out for his unapologetic smirk, but the promise of him filling me was so irresistible, I let him get away with it.And then he was there, slowly pushing himself into me, stretching me with a series of shallow thrusts that left me panting beneath him.
“Please,” I whispered.
“That’s it, babe.We’re being very, very quiet.”
Right as I thought those shallow thrusts were going to be the death of me, he plunged in, bottoming out inside me in a glorious push that made me gasp in delight.
“Oh, fuck, Saylor.You feel so fucking good.”
As though he couldn’t help himself, he started moving, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.I desperately wanted to cover my mouth, but he entwined our fingers as he moved over me.
“Cash!”I hissed through my teeth.
A tiny tug at the corner of his mouth told me he knew exactly what I was saying.Then he leaned down and covered my lips with his, our mouths mimicking what our bodies were doing, and the whole world telescoped in to the spot on Cash’s bed where he took me to heaven with the press of his body over mine.
When it was over, our lips were still locked together, and I smiled against his mouth.“Well, that was an adventure.”
A laugh barked out of him.“Saylor Davis, you’re the best time I’ve ever had.”He rolled off me, again taking me with him, cuddling me to his side.“Will you stay?”
Beneath his warm palm on my hip, I tensed.
“Please.”
By rule, I didn’t spend the night with a guy.Aside from the inconvenient embarrassment of the morning walk of shame, waking up in someone else’s bed was plain awkward.But that soft plea—one I knew he didn’t make lightly—weakened my resolve.That and the delicious warmth of his body pressed to mine in his luxurious bed.Seriously, I’d never stretched out on anything half so comfy as Cash’s king bed.
Yep.That was what I was going with.Comfort.
Nodding, I said, “Okay.”
At my acquiescence, his big body seemed to melt into the mattress.He wrapped his other arm around me, and a minute later, soft snores broke the silence.I marveled at how quickly he fell asleep.My next thought was,whose idea was it to shine a bright light in my face hours before it’s time to wakeup?
Chapter Twenty-One
Cash
That big passplay in the first game of the season, followed by my scrambling touchdown, weren’t enough to dislodge Mick Patterson from his starting quarterback role.Not that I had any illusions about my heroics since we’d been playing a D-II school.Still, I’d hoped I’d see a few more reps on the field than I had so far.Three games into the season, and I’d managed about one full half of play.
I’d known coming in that I was a backup, but from what Coach Ellis had implied when he recruited me in the portal, I’d be in a position to make some solid contributions to the team.So far, those contributions had been limited to playing scout-team QB in practice and a few third-down throws at critical moments in the games.The problem with that second one was that teams had already scouted us on the tactic, and I’d had trouble finding an open receiver twice in the last game—plays that had led to punts on fourth down.
I definitely wasn’t padding my stats or helping the Wildcats to win.We were 3-0 to start the season, but I hadn’t had much to do with that.Clearly, I wasn’t giving off Tom-Brady-at-Michigan vibes when he’d started at backup there back in the day.
At least my classes were going well, life was good with my roommates, and Saylor Davis and I couldn’t get enough of each other.Sometimes I could smell her on my clothes, which never failed to remind me of what we did after those clothes came off.Catching a phantom whiff of that girl’s floral-and-musk perfume was enough to leave me as hard as cement.Though after that initial morning when I’d walked her to her car after the opening-game party shenanigans we’d got up to in my bedroom, she’d insisted that playtime was always at her place.
What her bed lacked in size and comfort, the privacy of her apartment made up for.While teasing her as she did her best to be quiet that night had been fun, I preferred it when she screamed my name as I made her come.Sue me.
