Yeah, that’s it. I’m not going to last more than ten seconds.
“Are you sure?” I murmur, leaning down and kissing the crook of her neck, not breaking eye contact.
Pumping myself, I drag my dick up her ass, and she gasps.
Arching deeper, she nods and smirks. “It’s an order, MacArthur.”
She’s drenched, dripping between her legs, but I still coat myself in spit before dragging it through her wetness. I line my tip up, teasing her and pushing her buttons, and watching her fight her frustration is so fucking hot.
“Matt,please, fuck me,” she whimpers, her body practically weightless.
Pressing my mouth against her ear, I hold her stare and growl, “Yes, Coach.”
She gasps, her head falling back as I thrust into her, filling her completely, my hands secured on her waist to keep her steady. “Holy shitttt.”
“Fuck, you’re taking every inch, baby.” Rolling my hips back, I thrust upward again, grunting from how good she feels.
Making sure she’s adjusted enough before I stop holding back, I fuck her slowly, tenderly, until she’s shaking and grinding against me for more.
“Faster. Harder.”
Not a second passes before I bury myself to the hilt, over and over until the sounds of our bodies colliding echoes off of the mirror in front of us. She’s losing her sanity, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “That’s so good. Yes, just like that. Your cock feels so good.”
Hearing her talk dirty is my absolute weakness.
She tightens around my length, her body ready to explode, and I’m going to be right behind her.
“Matt,” she cries out, her hands finding my forearms and digging in. “Oh God.”
“Attagirl, Shay. Come all over me,” I order her, and her body starts to quiver in my grasp, her moans breathy and helpless as she unravels completely.
It takes everything I have to let her ride out her high before I feel my restraint snap. I pull out of her, keeping my tip pressed against her clit as I spill every drop.
“Mmm,” she groans as I finish, reaching between us and dragging her fingers through our mixed arousal. Lifting them back up, she grabs my gaze in the mirror and sucks them between her lips. “We taste good together.”
Grabbing her wrist, I pull her fingers from her mouth and take them into mine, running my tongue between them. “I knew we would.”
She giggles, rolling her head back against my shoulder. “I love you. I love you so goddamn much.”
I kiss the side of her head, completely unaware of how I managed to live so long without her by my side. “I love you too, baby. So much.”
After rocking back and forth in my arms for a brief moment, she snaps back into business mode. “Now come on. We’ve got festivities to get to. Can’t be late.”
“I mean, we could be.” I chuckle, and she shoots me a playful glare.
Walking over to a pile of her stuff on the stack of mats, she grabs a small hand towel, like one from our locker rooms. Smart girl.
“No, we can’t. Move your ass, MacArthur.”
I’ll never get tired of this, ever, no matter what. “Yes,Coach.”
CHAPTER 25
MATT
Maybe the Nighthawks not winning the Cup the last few years had been written in the stars. Maybe the universe wanted us to wait until we all had someone special to share it with. Maybe that was the planall along.
