“So hot,” she breathes. “When can we do it again?”
She turns her face to mine, and we both smile.
“Give me five.” I place a kiss on her shoulder and then pull out of her and lie on my side, facing her.
She sits and then turns to me. “Be right back.” Then she walks into the bathroom.
While she’s in there, it hits me.I didn’t wear a fucking condom. Fuck. I’ve nevernotworn a condom.Shit.
I move up the bed and lean against the headboard as I wait for her to come out. I don’t bother to cover up because I do intend to get inside her again as soon as possible. And I really don’t want her to cover up either.
She walks out of the bathroom with pink in her cheeks and a satisfied smile. That I put there. When she reaches the bed, I pat the spot next to me. But instead of sitting next to me, she climbs on top of me and straddles my waist. My dick is pretty happy about it and decides he doesn’t need five minutes after all.
Her hands rest on my chest, and she leans down to kiss me. As the kiss deepens, she starts rubbing her bare pussy up and down my hardened cock.
I grip her waist and pull back enough to speak. “Baby, as much as I love this, um, we didn’t use a condom.”
She stops moving and sits up. “Oh shit. Right.”
“I’m clean!” I blurt out. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
“Okay, good. I’m clean too. I’m sorry. I just got lost in the moment, I guess. I’m on the pill, too, so we’re good.”
I nod. “So, yeah, then we should be okay.” I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince, but my cock is winning the battle.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Liam
My dick might be broken. After three rounds of my being buried deep inside the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen and a top-notch blow job that left traces of her red lipstick on my cock, we both fell asleep.
She’s lying on my chest right now, and my arm is wrapped around her, holding her to me. I’ve never actually slept with someone like this. I don’t really like to be touched when I’m sleeping. It makes me too hot. But with her, I could get used to this.
Her hair fans out across my shoulder and onto the pillow. It looks and feels like silk, and against her creamy skin, she looks a little like Snow White, but with long hair.
Thing is though, I’m not ready to say goodbye to her. I’ve never felt like this about anyone. Ever. I wouldn’t say I’m a player. Okay, maybe I am a little, but I’ve never had a girl who’s made me want … more.
I’m not sure anything can come of it with me living in New Orleans and her here, but my season is almost over, and a lot ofthe guys have houses in different places in the offseason. And I’ll have time to travel, so maybe I should take a shot.
I kiss her head and start to stroke her back. “You awake?”
She hums. “I am now.” Her hand on my chest starts to drift toward my growing cock.
“Keep touching me like that, and I’m gonna start thinking I made Santa’s damn Naughty List.” I pause for a beat and grin. “And honestly? Feels worth it.”
As much as I want to bury myself inside her right now, I want her to know that last night was special. And I kind of want to see where her head is. I don’t want to embarrass myself by going for something that doesn’t have a chance.
“Yeah? I kinda like you, so I guess we both win.” She kisses my chest as her hand snakes under the covers, and she takes my erection in her hand and starts stroking it.
I groan. “That feels so fucking good. You keep that up, and I’ll forget what I wanted to say.”
She looks up at me. “Oh, sorry. Did you want to say something? Is this the part where we say goodbye andthanks for the memories?” She laughs, but it’s forced.
I kiss her to stop her from thinking the worst. “I’m not ready to say goodbye. That’s actually what I wanted to tell you. But I don’t want to freak you out.” I take hold of her waist and pull her up so she’s straddling me.
She sits up, and in one of the sexiest moves I’ve ever seen, she twists her hair and works it into a knot at the top of her head. Seriously, why is that so sexy?
