“Oh fuck,” I cry when one of his hands slips around my front, his fingers finding my swollen clit.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock like a good girl.”
Some kind of noise escapes my lips as he works me so perfectly. Fire licks at my insides, my body racing toward my release.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
"Fuck. Yeah. Squeeze me just like that, dirty girl. You want my cum, don’t you? You want to spend the rest of the day feeling it running down your thighs, knowing that I own you.”
“Rett,” I cry as his filthy words mix with what he’s doing to my body, and I freefall over the edge.
And not two seconds after, he jumps with me, his deep, guttural groan bouncing off the walls around us as he empties himself inside me.
I want to say it’s just as good as the first time, but that’s a lie. It’s better. I know the man who owns my pleasure now, and it only makes it so much more intense, more meaningful, more…everything.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my head dropping to my forearms on the bathroom counter as I fight to catch my breath, my legs trembling violently.
“Yeah,” Everett rasps as he pulls out of me, leaving me cold and empty.
But it’s not for long. Only a couple of seconds later, his fingers brush against my entrance as he begins pushing his cum back inside me.
I whimper, incredibly sensitive after my release.
“Please.” The word escapes me as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
“Greedy girl. You want another, don’t you?”
I don’t respond. What’s the point? He already knows.
He builds me higher and higher, and just when I’m on the cusp of my next release, he pulls his fingers from me and takes a step back.
“What? No,” I cry, spinning around and glaring at him.
He isn’t fazed, though. Instead, he’s got the smuggest fucking smirk on his lips.
“We’re going to be late,” he states, letting his eyes run down the length of me as I stand there with my chest heaving and my body mourning the loss of what almost was.
“You can’t leave me like that.” I stomp my foot like a petulant toddler, much to his amusement.
“I can. And I will,” he states, stalking closer once more. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
“What if I kill you first?” I seethe.
He lifts his fingers, the ones that were just inside me, and paints my lips with our combined juices.
“You wouldn’t do that,” he muses as I fight like hell not to let my tongue sweep along my lip, tasting us. “You like my dick too much.”
“Yeah, your dick is a good reason to keep you around,” I tease before he reaches for his hat that was knocked off his head at some point during our little fuck fest.
I watch, my pussy pulsating with need, as he combs his fingers through his freshly dyed hair before tugging his cap back on.
Hottest thing ever.
“Two minutes, Bea. And don’t even think about putting those panties back on.”
“What time do you call this?”Linc teases the second we walk into Cole and Freya’s living room.
Everyone else is sitting around with drinks, the remnants of snacks everywhere. Training camp doesn’t officially start until next week, but the guys are already training and practicing pretty much full-time in preparation.
