Hooking my thumbs into her little blue panties, I tug them over her hips and down her legs and squat behind her, spreading her lips.
“Christ, you’re wet. How did you get so wet so fast, baby?”
She whimpers, but she doesn’t say anything, so I smack one cheek, nice and loud.
“Answer me, Wills.”
“I saw you.”
I lift an eyebrow, intrigued. “Saw me doing what?”
“Running.” She gasps when I brush a finger through that wetness and groans when my digit comes out soaked. “In the gym.”
With a smug grin, I lean in and bite her left ass cheek. “You liked that, did you?”
“I told you you’re hot, you egomaniac.”
I laugh and then reward her by dragging my tongue from her clit to her opening and then back down, and she reaches back to tug on my hair, but I dodge her hand and smack her again.
“I said hold on to the countertop. I won’t tell you again.”
“Christ, you’re bossy during sex.”
And I love her sass.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like what I have planned.” I push my tongue inside her, fucking drunk on the taste of her juices. I add two fingers as I suck on her swollen clit, and just when I feel her start to tremble, when she slaps one hand on that countertop because she’s about to come apart, I stand, push my shorts down, and replace my fingers with my cock, bottoming out and growling in satisfaction. With the jersey clenched in my fist at the small of her back, I fuck her, hard and fast, losing myself in her.
“Ry!”
“That’s my girl.” I bare my teeth, staring at her profile as she tries to look back at me. “You drive me out of my goddamn mind.”
“Sorry.”
I growl again and grip onto her chin and pull her up so I can kiss her delectable lips.
“Never be sorry. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Christ, you’re a wet dream, sweetheart.”
She’s trembling as she cups my face, and her pussy is clamped down on me like a vise, and when she resumes her position, hands on the counter, and I see my name and number on her back again, I know I’m going to blow my load.
“Go over, baby.” Her pussy tightens, and I bite my lip. “Fuck yes. Come on this cock, while you’re wearing my name. Jesus fuck.”
I follow her over, the intensity of my climax surprising the shit out of me, and when I regain the strength in my arms, I pull out of her, then turn her around and tug her to me so I can hug her close, bury my nose in her damp hair and give myself a moment to calm down.
“Ry?” She wraps her arms around me.
“Hmm?”
“I’ve been wearing this jersey every single night for about a decade.”
I fist my hand in the wet hair at her nape and tug her head back so I can nibble her lips.
“You like being wrapped up in my name?”
She smiles against my lips. “Look who’s catching up.”
“Are you trying to get me to fuck you again already? Jesus, you’re insatiable, Trouble.”
She huffs out a laugh and tips her forehead down to rest on my chest. “I’m simply sharing the information.”
