Page 90 of Golden Goal

My hand trails down his stomach until it finds his hard cock pushing against the confines of his athletic shorts. I palm him, a moan slipping past my lips as he pushes against me.

I need him.

All of him.

There’s too many fucking clothes in the way.

He pulls away from me, and I whine, missing the contact until he kisses down my neck and shoulder. I tip my head back, giving him more access. He thrusts against my hand. If my panties weren’t ruined before, they are now. His hands trail down my body, and he circles a finger around my nipple, which is straining against my shirt. I moan. He continues his journey, exploring my body, his fingers leaving a trail of heat until they’re ghosting over the waistband of my shorts.

“Holt, please.” My voice comes out husky. I’m so fucking turned on, and we still have our clothes on.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he asks, leaning down and mouthing my breast over my shirt.

“Touch me,” I rasp.

“I am touching you.”

I push him away and he lets me go, watching me through hooded eyes. Meeting his gaze, I pull my shirt up over my head and let it fall to the ground next to the bed, my breasts on display since I wasn’t wearing a bra.

He inhales sharply as his eyes track down my body, and I can’t help the smirk on my face. I get up on my knees and shimmy out of my shorts and underwear, then sit down to pull them off.

“Rebecca.”

“Yes?” I ask, moving so I’m lying on my back.

He stares down at me for so long I start to think he’s not going to do anything, but then in one movement, he’s on top of me.

His hard cock nestles between my thighs, his shorts the only barrier between us, as he sucks on one of my nipples.

“Just like that,” I praise, sinking my hands into his hair and dragging my nails along his scalp. “Now be a good boy, and make me come.”

He growls against my skin, flexing his hips against me. “Say that again, and I’ll be coming in my pants.”

I giggle, yanking gently on his hair so he lifts his head and looks at me. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll make you come. As many times as you want.”

He groans at my words.

“Please,” he husks out. Crawling off me, he stands and shoves his pants and boxers down.

My breath catches in my throat. He’s gorgeous. His body chiseled from hours spent at the gym and on the ice. Don’t get me started on his gloriously thick cock that’s hard as a rock.

I clench my thighs together at the thought of what it will feel like inside me. Heaven, I imagine. Like nothing I’ve felt before.

He chuckles, stroking himself a few times.

“Keep staring at me that way and I’ll be coming before you touch me. How do you want me to make you come, sweetheart?”

“W-what?” I ask, my brain short circuiting.

He sits on the bed, running a hand over my body. “Do you want to come on my fingers, or my tongue?”

I swallow. “Dealer’s choice.”

He smirks, sinking down onto the bed next to me.

Chapter thirty-three

Holt