“More,” I manage because I know he hasn’t begun to give me what he’s capable of.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Give it to me.” I grab his chest, brushing my thumb over his nipple, needing to touch every part of him.
He slams forward, hitting my prostate just right. “Baby, I’m not going to be able to hold back…”
“Don’t. Keep doing that.” I lift into his thrust clenching around him. Nothing has ever felt so good.
“Yeah?” he says breathless, digging his fingers into my ass. If he doesn’t leave marks, I’m going to be disappointed. I want it all.
“Please.” I’m a mess, meeting his thrusts while my entire body teeters on the edge of losing it.
He grabs my shoulder, falling forward until he’s pressing me almost flat against the bed, using the newfound leverage to drive deeper.
No fucking wonder he always has a line to bed him. The way he rolls his hips while his thrusts intensify the build, sending sparks down my spine.
He fucks me like he needs to work every ounce of pleasure out of my body, and entirely wrecks me for anyone else. I’ve never felt like this with anyone, and I don’t think it’s possible to replicate.
I’m done for. I come without touching myself, shooting all over my stomach and the sheets. I clench around him, and his thrusts become erratic until he stills, flooding me with a warmth I can’t explain. He throbs inside me, pulling back a little to thrust again, riding out his orgasm.
I reach behind me, grabbing his thigh to keep him deep as he pulses. He collapses forward, half on top of me, still buried. I don’t want him to move.
He kisses the back of my neck and across my shoulder, then pulls back. I tighten my grip on his thigh.
He stills, wrapping an arm around me. “Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“Just don’t get up yet.” It’s the most I can admit to right now.
We fuck a lot.Basically, any time we’re alone, Wolfe is behind me, pulling down my jeans or sweats or anything else. He’s insatiable, and I love it. I wait for him to get bored, or the illusion to shatter, but it doesn’t. It’s been weeks, and I can’t get enough. I’ve never been fucked this much, and I don’t want May to come and it all to end.
He collapses on the sofa after practice, spent.
I glance around, then climb into his lap. “What are we having for dinner?”
He manages a tired smile. “I don’t know. I’m too tired to even look at food options.”
“We told the guys we’d go out tonight.” I tease, skimming my nose up his neck. We’ve basically been too wrapped up in each other and avoided team events. We can’t keep doing it without them getting suspicious. “They’ll be here to pregame soon.”
“Can we pretend I’m sick?”
I laugh. “They won’t buy it. You’re never sick.”
“How come Seaborn gets to stay in just because he’s fucking his rival?” He huffs, and it’s fucking adorable.
“What would we do if we stayed in?” I ask.
“Cuddle and watch a movie.”
“No sex?” I ask, more than a little shocked.
“No…” He sticks his lip out. “I’m grumpy and tired.”
“What has you so grumpy?”
He shakes his head, and I can’t figure out what’s got him in this mood. “Nothing. I’ll rally to not disappoint the guys.”
“Are you sure?”
