She moved her fingers the waistband of my pants, and I sucked in a breath, going absolutely rigid. The tips of her fingers grazed my cock, and holy shit, her touch was a blast of lust. I stilled her hand, my heart beating so hard it couldn’t be healthy. I felt every thud through my body, from my toes to the top of my scalp as she moved closer. My eyes fell shut as her lips grazed my neck, her breath tickling the sensitive area beneath my ear. “The deal was we’d go through the list together.”
I swallowed, my skin heating. It had beenmonthssince mybody reacted to a woman, to anyone else. I’d spent a lot of time with my hand, and now this beautiful girl was touching me. Breathing was hard. I wanted everything, everywhere all at once. I craved her mouth, her spread thighs, her sounds, her touches. I said none of that and closed my eyes, and when she ran her hand over my length, I moaned.
“God, Dean.” She stood in front of me, her breath hitting my face as she teased my cock again. She fisted me, and my eyes snapped open. Her cerulean blue eyes were wide and heated, staring at me with the same want reflecting back at me. “You need to move past first base too.”
“Mm,” I said, taking a shuddering breath. “Take my dick out and stroke it, Mackenzie.”
She gasped before licking her lips.She likes my dirty talk.I smiled, groaning as she did as I said, “Keep your eyes on me.”
She obeyed, and I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “Good. You listen well.”
Her lips parted as she stroked my cock head to base, my length too long for one hand. She fisted me with both, a little sexy sigh leaving her mouth.
My head tilted back as she stroked me tenderly, like she didn’t want to hurt me, but I wantedmore.“Harder. God, your hands feel so good.”
I leaned onto the couch, needing to sit down for this. My limbs lost control, and my balance was shit at how fucking good it felt for her to touch me. She kneeled now between me, her gorgeous face right in front of my dick. I gripped the side of the couch, needing to hold onto something as she pumped me. Closing my eyes, I groaned as I bucked my hips forward.
“Eyes on me, Romano. I want to see your face when I make you come.”
Fuck me. The bossy tone, the attitude—I was hot as fuck forher. I snapped my gaze to hers, and she smirked. “That’s a good boy.”
I shuddered. She was perfect. The tone. The face. The stroking. She didn’t let up. She bit her full swollen lip as she pumped me, her face set in a serious expression.
“Jesus, Mackenzie,” I swallowed as my thighs tensed. “I’m gonna come.”
She pumped me harder, using one hand to tug on my balls as I camehard.My vision blurred, my body hummed, and pleasure steamrolled through me, knocking me on my ass as ecstasy flooded my veins.So good. So damn good.I panted, trying to make the high last longer because holy shit. I spilled all over her hands, my stomach.
That was incredible.
It was a hand job, that was it, but Mack kneeling between me, calling me good boy, her triumphant grin made this… everything. “Kiss me, now.”
I cupped the back of her neck, needing to kiss the smile on her. I wanted to taste her joy and suck it out of her mouth. She moaned into me as I slid my tongue into her mouth, claiming her, thanking her, desperate for her to feel how much this meant to me without words. She helped me gain parts of myself back, and I would never forget this.
“Dean,” she said, laughing as she broke apart our kiss. “I need to uh, wash my hands.”
I made a mess on her, andfuckthat was a new fantasy to add to the list. I wanted to come on her body and smear it over her.Dude.That was new. I sat back, more content than I had been since the fall, and I couldn’t stop the grin. “Is it wrong to say you look fucking hot all messed up?”
She shook her head, blushing. “I-I like it too.”
My eyes widened. “I’m thinking we’re gonna need our ownlist that includes all sorts of things we can do before the summer is over.”
She didn’t respond to my comment, but she stood up and stared at me with an unreadable expression. “I’m gonna change and wash my hands. Then I was gonna probably go for a run.”
Disappointment hit me right in the chest. Was she kicking me out right after we got off?God,how many times did I do this to girls? It sucked. I kept my voice even, unaffected. “Were either of those invitations for me, or do you want me to go?”
“You gonna help me change my outfit?”
“I sure can. I’m a big fan of you taking off your clothes,” I teased.
The sparkle returned to her face, the playful curve of her lips a welcome sight. Things were weird for a second or two, but it felt good now.
“We could run together. I also found this new protein shake I plan to try tonight if you’re up for it.”
“I’m down.”
I was so down for this girl; it was good we had a timeline. I thrived on a time clock and left everything on the field every game. This was no different. I’d go hard, enjoy every second, but when the buzzer went off, I’d walk away.
Our football workout schedules for the summer were set by mid-June. Skill positions tended to have morning workouts; linemen were in the afternoon. Going into my senior year meant I didn’t have to take a summer class, but our coaching staff insisted that the younger guys take one either online or in person. It felt amazing to not worry about school this summer. Icould focus on working out, preparing for the season, andhanging out with Mack.
