“I suppose it’ll be weird, but I’m willing to try.”
“And we keep it all private, right?” I asked, this one piece important to me. Friends with benefits was a clear agreement. We would be friends, attend games together, and hook-up in private. We wouldn’t date. Feelings would be kept safe. Her dad would never find out the truth. I could still have a future in hockey, and she wouldn’t get upset about it. It was the best-case scenario I could’ve asked for.
Plus, sleeping with her once wasn’t going to be enough. Not even close. I was damn certain on that.
Her eyes shuttered for one half of a second before she nodded. “Of course. No one finds out about us.”
“And if one of us is done, we say it. Deal?” I said, still not believing that this conversation was happening. It felt like we needed a contract or something to make it final. Her tits strained against her shirt as she breathed deeper, and I oh-so-slowly ran my hand over one of her pebbled nipples.
She bucked off the couch. “Deal. Definitely deal.”
I grinned so hard my face hurt, and then I pulled her onto my lap. Her thighs landed on either side of mine, and I rubbed my hands up her sides, under her large shirt so I could feel her skin. She trembled on top of me, and my cock swelled in my jeans. She must’ve felt it because she ground against me, making me release a loud groan.
She ran her hands over my shoulders and pecs as her breathing quickened, and I finally gripped her ass and kneaded my fingers into it.
“Mm,” she said, closing her eyes and moaning.
I was done with this. I needed her mouth on mine, right fucking now. “Kiss me, Naomi. I’m losing my mind.”
She let out a cute giggle before lowering her mouth toward mine andfinallykissing me. It seemed important to let her initiate it, but now? I wanted to fucking devour her. I bit her bottom lip and pulled, watching her eyes go wide as I sucked her lip into my mouth.
“Michael,” she panted, her fingers running through my hair.
“You drive me wild, Naomi,” I said, using my hands to pull her as tight as possible against me. She was perfectly petite in my arms and fit against me like she was made for me. I dragged a finger down her spine as I kissed from her mouth to her neck. My dick was hard as a fucking rock as I bit her earlobe. She tasted like salt and sweetness, and I nipped her neck, making her groan.
“Does this feel good?”
“God, yes.”
She ground her ass on my lap, rubbing against my erection, and I stilled. Fuck. It’d been months, enough that the mere heat of her body on mine would do me in. I almost growled at the two dimples at the base of her back. I wanted to lick those dimples. I kneaded them with my fingers as I bit her collarbone over her shirt. She might be sitting on me, but I was in charge here.
I tilted her head back, yanked her tighter against me, and captured her mouth with mine again. This kiss was urgent, fast, messy. Her teeth hit mine as she pushed me back onto the couch harder. She tasted like cinnamon and coffee.
She moved her hands toward my hair and gripped my shirt hard as she kissed me deeper, like she couldn’t get enough of me too. It was addicting. Sweet, smart, sexy Naomi let out a moan and grunt as I flipped us over so her back was on the couch. I broke the kiss only for a second to make sure she was okay, and she stared up at me withhungryeyes.
“I want to fucking lick you,” she said, her face wild with passion. “Everywhere.”
Jesus. I crawled on top of her and kissed down her neck, her collarbone, and lifted the edge of her baggy shirt up to kiss her chest. I easily flicked my tongue against her pebbled nipple, and she bucked beneath me.
“Unnh, Michael,” she moaned, pushing her chest out more.
“You like when I do this?’ I flicked her nipple again, then sucked down on it until my mouth made a popping sound. She squirmed, and I repeated the action with her other breast. I took my time, tasting her salty skin and teasing her perfect pink nipples. Her tits were perfect.Shewas perfect.
“Again,” she begged, the desperation in her voice matching my own. If she wanted more time on her tits, then I’d be a gentleman and give her what she craved. My dick throbbed so hard it hurt, and I was seconds away from losing control. I needed to be inside her.
I swirled around the tip and blew air on it, then bit down just enough to have her yelp in pleasure. “That day in the bathroom,” I said, moving to do the same thing on the other one. “Your shirt was soaking wet, and your perky nipples strained against the fabric.”
“I remember.”
I sucked, and she moaned, letting out a needy little whine.
“I’ve been fantasizing about doing this since then.”
She shivered. Once her nipples were wet and warm from my mouth, I moved down her body and lifted her shirt so I could kiss her stomach. So soft, curvy, and sexy.
Something thudded from somewhere in the apartment, but my goal was on getting Naomi off. Ineededto know what she sounded like.
“Shit. Shit!” Naomi pushed me from her and smoothed her shirt down, her face getting redder than a tomato.
