He squirmed on the couch and did nothing to hide the growing erection in my favorite shorts of his. He licked his lips and spoke in a real deep voice that sent shivers all down my body. “You look fucking insane, in the best way.”
“Aw, thanks, TJ.” I smiled at him and walked past the couch and into the kitchen. Not two seconds later, he followed me.Perfect.I spun around. “Oh, did you need something, Tanner?”
“Are you trying tokillme? Goddamn, woman,” he groaned into his fist and eyed me up and down. “Did you sleep on it? Am I forgiven? Is this my punishment? It is, huh? Fuck. I need to know because I’m going to have to start stroking myself here.”
“Do it.”
Woah, what did I say?
His eyes flared and he gave me the sexiest look I had ever seen. He lowered himself onto the kitchen chair and reached into his shorts to wrap his fingers around his massive wood. He fisted himself, pumping up and down a couple of times, and letting out guttural sigh. “Fuck.Kenzie… just looking at you drives me wild.”
“Yeah?” I moved closer to him, slowly removing my tank top and showcasing my one piece of sexy lingerie. His eyes turned to small saucers when he saw my bra. “Do you like this, Tanner?”
“Christ, yes.” He bucked and his jaw became slack—but his gaze never strayed from me. “Forgive me and let me taste you.”
“Ah, yes. Forgiveness.” I straddled him and unbuttoned my shorts. “Tell me. Are you ever going to blamemefor your actions on the field again?”
“No. No,” he mumbled. So I sat on his lap, moving my chest closer to him.
“And are you going to lash out at me when you’re hurt or angry?”
“Never again.”
I smiled, giving him permission to touch me, and he attacked my breasts. He dug his fingers into them, squeezing, before he replaced his digits with his warm mouth. He sucked my nipples hard, through the material, and bit down with the right amount of pain that had me arching my back. He did it again with the other one, licking and teasing to the point of madness before he moved from my chest to my neck.
I couldn’t recall ever having been this turned on before in my life. My pulse raced all over my body—between my legs, my ears, even my fingers. I gripped his hair and pulled so he brought his mouth to mine, and I lost myself in that kiss.
It was hurried but without rush. Aggressive, but without pain. We breathed in each other’s moans, grinding against each other in a frenzy. “Naked. We need to be naked.”
“Yes,” he said, moving his hands to take off my shorts within three seconds. I stood for enough time to grab the condom I’d placed in my pocket and put it on his welcoming cock, ready and desperate for me. “Please, Kenzie, I’m craving you.”
Wow.
I slid onto him, my walls stretching to fit him at our angle. We were in the middle of the kitchen, at nine in the morning, fucking on a chair. I was so wet and turned on. I arched my hips and moved against him at a rapid pace. He placed his hands on my waist, helping me find the right rhythm of up and down, fast and slow, and I couldn’t contain my moans as pleasure grew and grew.
He held on to me, meshing our bodies together as he brought his fingers to my clit. He gave the right pressure and soon enough, I fell apart. He didn’t last too long either. His face tightened and he crushed our mouths together before he spilled into me. Our breathing was heavy, our foreheads touching and sweat pooling between our chests. It was awesome.
He spoke first, rubbing my bare back with his calloused fingers, and his voice was almost unrecognizable with its tender tone. “I’d be happy to give you more orgasms if you’d like. My intention was not to have you ride me in the kitchen, but, holy fuck, this might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You grinding against my dick like that.”
“Yeah?” I grinned down at him, loving how relaxed and pleasured he looked.I did that. I put that there.“My plan of making you suffer backfired. I thought about you all night and had to stop myself from busting out my dildo.”
“You…you have a dildo?”
“Oh yeah.” I laughed, carefully hopping off him without hurting his leg. He painted a beautiful picture sitting there with his shorts at his ankles and a dumbass grin on his face. “Sometimes, I use it on myself. I’m scandalous.”
“You’d think my dick would be satisfied, but nope. Already itching to be inside you again when you talk like that.”
I pursed my lips and put on my clothes. He did the same and there was an awkward ten seconds of silence before I joined him on the other side of the table. He poured us cups of coffee and had a stupid handsome and relaxed look on his face when he said, “I take it I’m totally forgiven?”
“Eighty percent, yes. One thing worries me, though, the more I think about it.”
He furrowed those dark eyebrows and leaned closer to me. “What is it?”
I placed my palms flat on the surface and thought about how to word it. It was crazy, how comfortable I felt with him, but also scary with how easy it would be to be upset when our time came to an end. “While we continue our countdown until our fling is over, I can’t have you blame me for how you play. I am under no false pretenses about what we are. There are no secret plans to convince you to make this last longer. But you can’t be that rude to me again. It’ll affect our friendship and end our fuckfest.”
His nostrils flared and a smile broke out. “First, you said fuckfest. That made me laugh. Secondly, you’re right. I don’t have room for any type of distractions—gorgeous blonde ones specifically—with baseball.”
“I understand. I do.” The pressure came back and took root, just behind my ribcage, and I coughed, hoping to get it to go away. “So. We enjoy each other as much as we can until you’re cleared to go back to playing?”
