“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long now,” he murmurs, his voice raspy against my lips. “You’re so much more than special. I can’t hold myself back from you any longer. I’ve tried all week, and still, you tempt me.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper, giving him my full permission, and loving the moment that his lips fully meet mine.
It’s tender, slow, and soft in the beginning, as our tongues collide and embrace for the first time. The velvety smoothness of his mouth is intoxicating, easily morphing from something almost innocent, to purely sinful. I was wrong. Completely and utterly wrong, to think that I had even the slightest clue of what was coming when he finally kissed me.
God, the man knows how to freaking kiss too.
A tantalizing dance of sorts begins, as our tongues become acquainted with each other. It wasn’t mint that I smelled earlier as in mouthwash. No, I think he was just some eating candy before I arrived. His tongue tastes of chocolate and mint mixed together, an alluring combination, making me want to suck on it until I get my fill.
Tyler moves in, his body setting mine a blaze as he pushes me up against the wall. His solid form molds to mine, his strength becoming more pronounced as I’m able to feel the dips and cuts of his muscles. His tongue morphs into a provocative tool—demanding, lustful, and no longer exploring or playing, but stroking mine on an erotic mission.
I want him.
I swear I can feel him licking me the same way in other places, making me wet and his lips haven’t even left mine. His mouth has me conjuring up blissful images of where else I’d like it to be, of where I’d love to feel it licking and stroking.
Almost as if he senses my very thoughts, his hands move to my thighs, running over them until his thumbs stop about two inches away from my pussy. It’s like he’s already teasing it, making me clench wantonly. Each brush of his tongue has my body purring, desperately craving his touch.
Moments later, his palms move around to the outsides, where he’s no longer caressing, but lifting me higher. His strong grip parts my legs so he can rest his hardness against my center. He lifts me so easily, and images overtake my mind of him holding me just like this, right now, but completely naked.
“Ty.” Moaning breathlessly, my body aches for him. His name flutters over my lips, leaving me and interrupting our kiss. It’s like magic, coaxing his hips to rotate right where I need him the most. The pressure from his cock floods my core deliciously, nearly to the point of making me beg him to take it even further. I want to feel him enter me right now, long and hard.
“Oh.” I let loose in a quiet whimper of bliss right before Brianne has us pulling apart.
“Kadence? You back here, hon? The guys asked me to come find y’all so Ty can start grilling the food.”
“Damn it,” he mutters and pushes into me again, rubbing his cock deliciously against me in all the right spots.
“Oh!” I groan deeper into his shirt, as I clutch it tightly in my fists, holding on for dear life at the same time as I’m silently begging him not to stop.
Brianne finally figures out where we are. “Sorry guys.” She glances sheepishly at both of us. “Ty, you’re up,” she says, and then giggles at the double meaning.
His cheeks are flushed as he clears his throat and nods, not setting me down until she turns back toward the kitchen.
Backing up a few paces, he adjusts himself and clears his throat again, having a difficult time reining in his control. “I’m kind of kicking myself for not doing that sooner.”
I nod, chuckling “I’m...Uh, glad it happened too.” My brain is mush right now. I’m lucky that I conjured up that much in response and my voice even sounded somewhat normal. I don’t feel normal, not in the least bit. More like a cat going through their first heat, begging for some attention. I feel more like a hussy, and frankly, I couldn’t give two shits about it at the moment.
“Good. Can I add to it a little later?” His arm goes around my waist as he places a few chaste kisses over my lips, nose, and then forehead. He went from burning inferno to sweetness overload. I think my ovaries may be carrying pickets with his name on them at this point.
“Yes.” I don’t know what I’m agreeing to exactly, but that little sample has my body reeling for anything that’s more at the moment.
Smiling, he kisses me once more before taking my hand again and leading me back out to the kitchen. Brianne sits down at the table full of football players in the dining area and starts playing cards, looking like she totally belongs there. I stick by Ty to help him start seasoning trays full of meat.
“This is a crap ton of food, how much do you guys eat?” I give in and ask by the fourth cookie sheet full of burgers we’ve seasoned.
“Well, it’s not just us in here. It’ll be anyone on the team that wants to stop over and then if they bring dates or friends, whatever. The team’s always a little crazy after a win at home, and everyone’s always convinced that they’re starving to death. The only thing we ask is that they all pitch in and bring food to cook or give us money to help out with the cost of it all.”
“I see. So, is this home for you? I think I read that you’re from Alabama, right?” Shit, I basically just admitted to his face that he’s been Googled by me.
“Yep, born and raised here. I love everything about the state. What about you?”
“I grew up right outside Boston for most of my life and then lived in Texas for a few years. My dad lived near here when he was younger and went to college here, so it seemed like a good choice for me.”
He nods, grinning, “I’m certainly benefitting from it.” I want to straight up lay a big kiss on him after earlier. I don’t, though, instead playing it off by rolling my eyes. Tyler’s a never-ending flirt. I doubt it’s only with me, though, He’s probably like that with everyone. “Shit!” He grabs a hand towel as the steak marinade splashes all over his tank top.
Kash chuckles from the dining area. “You can catch anything I throw at you, but every time you cook or eat, you spill or drop shit. How is that possible, brah?”
“Hell if I know. You think I like not being able to wear white?” he honestly admits and all the guys laugh. I think his answer is sort of adorable, though.
Tyler’s mischievous gaze meets mine, staring at me full of purpose the entire time he peels the fitted tank off, revealing his shredded physique. I don’t think I’ve ever seen washboard abs in real life and I have to bite my tongue to stop from groaning out loud. Definitely trouble with a capital T. He knows damn well what he’s doing to me.
Brianne glances over and mutters, “Oh Lord.” She pretty much read my mind with that comment.
He tosses the shirt into the trash bin; his solid form is rippling at the movements and suddenly making me feel weak. His mouth hikes up on one side in a cocky grin. He knows what his body looks like and is damn sure enjoying being ogled by us. “You, uh, don’t mind, do you?” Tyler’s gaze flicks down toward his stomach, causing mine to follow along dutifully.
Stupid Kadence, don’t look! Totally just fell for his trap and did exactly what he wanted.
Quickly, I grab another baking sheet, distracting my mind away from imagining my tongue running over each delicious ridge of his abdomen. “It’s your house.” Shrugging, I pretend not to be affected, when inside I’m doing fist pumps and roundhouse kicks at the thought of seeing this man cook with his naked torso on full display. That would be one cooking show all women would watch. Not sure we’d pay attention to the recipes, but it’d get some good ratings.
It’s like having dinner and a show for free, and I didn’t have to do the cooking.
Opening a drawer, he pulls out an apron with abs airbrushed on the front, causing me to giggle at the ridiculousness of it. “Yeah, like you need that,” slips out before I can hold myself back and his grin grows into a bright smile.
“I don’t know...Why don’t you double check?” He steps closer, taking my hand and running it over his hard stomach.
Holy
. Shit. This man is naughty in all the right...no...I mean, all the wrong ways. At this rate, I’ll be visiting the church on Sunday to pray for strength against him completely owning me by next week.
“They’re good.” It comes out in a cross between gasp and mumble, my mouth suddenly dry as my fingertips run over his smooth skin.
“You sure?” He cocks his eyebrow like he doesn’t believe me and runs my fingers over them again. If he sticks my finger in his mouth next, I will hit the floor, I swear it.
“Uh-huh,” comes out even breathier. Thankfully we’re interrupted again—this time by JJ—before I can maul Ty on the kitchen floor.
“Hey, lovebirds, how’s it coming in here?” JJ moseys in, stopping next to Ty, nosing over everything we’ve prepared so far. “Damn, you guys are actually getting stuff done. With the way you were dressed at the game, Kadence, I would’ve thought you couldn’t peel this man off of you.”
“I wouldn’t have her laid out on the counter, bro,” Tyler grumbles, not pleased that JJ clearly approved of my outfit earlier.
“Why not? Sounds like a lot of fun to me. I think it’s time we take a break for a shot, don’t you? Kadence is wearing the perfect shirt for belly shots too.” Oh, he’s even worse than his buddy number twelve, here.
The guys around the table stand, agreeing. “Hell yeah.” A few respond, quickly joining us. They make the kitchen seem tiny, the space shrinking as I’m enclosed by a group of massive men, all wanting to drink liquor off my body. It could be much worse; the football players for Alabama are pretty good looking and stacked with muscles from their vigorous training at practice.
Ty takes a step closer to me. “Nice try. None of you assholes are putting your mouths anywhere near her body.” His eyes meet mine, and I hope he can see how truly grateful I am at this very moment. “But, it doesn’t mean that I can’t.” He smirks, and I could punch him in his pearly whites.
JJ laughs, digging through a cabinet until he comes back with a brand new bottle of Jose Cuervo. “Counter, Winters,” he orders me, calling me by my last name like they do with the other teammates and nods over to the cleared-off bar top that’s separating the kitchen and dining area.
Unsure, I glance toward Brianne, only to see her mouth at me, “Have some fun!”
Of course, that’d be her response. She’s the outgoing one; I’m the one who keeps to myself. I enjoy the quiet and simplicity of my everyday life, despite what she may think sometimes. But, this is college, and she’s hounded me many times before to step outside my bubble and let go of my comfort zone. I like Ty, and these guys seem to be a decent group, so when in Rome and all that.
Taking a deep breath, I draw on my inner bad girl....the one I don’t have inside and decide that I’m going to just go with it. Fun is fun, right? No harm in a little body shot, taken by a guy you think is insanely hot and sweet. At least it’s not beer pong they’re trying to get me to play. I don’t want to drink, and that'll let me participate and remain sober.
“Okay, but only Ty and only one.”
He nods happily, as I hop up on the hard surface and the guys surround the bar to watch and cheer us on.
Lying back, I rest on my elbows with my chest sticking out. Tyler stands over me with his excited gaze running all over my body. Tenderly, he pushes me down until I’m lying flat against the cool surface and lifts away the lacy halter, adjusting it until the thin material sits right underneath my breasts, muttering an eager, “Fuck yes.”
JJ brings everything over, laying it down beside me while calling loudly, “Salt her up!” He’s making this into more of an event to witness, getting the guys pumped up over what was supposed to be a quick shot.
Chanting silently over and over, ‘it’s better than placing it between my boobs,’ helps me remain calm.
Tyler’s head dips closer, his warm tongue gliding over my rib area. When he steps back, JJ sprinkles salt in the same spot, wearing a devilish grin. “Ready, you two?” He sets the shaker down, and rubs his hands together, excited.
Nope. I take a deep breath.
“Yep,” Ty replies, and I nod, giving in while staring at my pale stomach, waiting for him to fill my belly button with a dash of tequila.
“Woops,” JJ says nonchalantly, clearly full of shit as he pours the liquid from underneath my breasts, down to the line of my shorts until a few stray splashes trickle a trail running underneath the waistband toward my panties. “Guess it was fuller than I thought. Got to get it all up, Owens!”
Tyler’s head quickly lowers to my stomach, licking and slurping the liquor. He moves fast, getting as much up as he can so it doesn’t run over the sides. Each spot where his tongue slides across, the air conditioner follows in his wake, sparking goose bumps to overtake my flesh.
He pauses briefly, just enough to meet my stunned gaze. I wasn’t expecting the cold air to make my nipples hard as diamonds and in front of everyone at that. I also wasn’t counting on getting so damn turned on by it all. Tyler has my body on complete overload ever since I stepped into this house.
He tenderly unclasps the shorts button and pushes them down a bit, brushing his tongue completely across my abdomen from one side to the other. The movement forces my breathing to kick up a notch as a new burst of goose bumps decorate my skin from the wetness. How does anyone handle this? If there weren't a crowd around us, I’d be pulling him on top of me already.
Once he’s finished, he eases back. His cheeks flushed a shade of crimson as he stares me down, his gaze full of undeniable hunger and need. I know he wants me, hell everyone can see it so clearly from the determined fire burning in his irises.
Not even a peep can break free from me before his mouth’s on mine. The kiss is ruthless. Completely demanding and full of control, his lips divulging what he wants and then attempting to take it. I barely know him, yet my body seems to think it’s known him forever. I’m drawn to him, no matter how I fight it. Oh hell, who am I kidding, I’m not even fighting anymore.
His movements become urgent like he can’t hold himself back from me. It’s so freaking hot, knowing he’s wanting and feeling everything that I am as well. Returning each sinful twist of his tongue with just as much fervor, my hands start to shake, wanting to pull him fully on top of me so I can feel his skin against my own.
It’s so easy to get sucked in and forget that we’re in a room full of people, but none of it matters, only him, only this...right now.
The guys hoot and holler in the background, but I barely hear them for a few brief seconds as Tyler’s lips sweep me away, making everything else disappear but him. My body heats all over; we have too many clothes on for a kiss like this. We should be taking them all off and sampling more of each other. I want to taste and pet him in all the best places.
We continue, taking, playing and consuming for what feels like hours before he finally pulls away. When ending one of the best fucking kisses ever, he does something so uncharacteristically sweet for his type; he tenderly bumps his nose with mine before stepping away. The movement is so perfect, it squeezes my heart, making me see him as something other than just another hot football player.
That’s not the way he’s supposed to end it. He just made it into more than it needed to be, damn it.
When my eyes finally open, we’re still in the kitchen, but now completely alone. No one’s in the room or dining area anymore, and the house is silent. The shot was beyond what I would’ve imagined, and now I don’t want to move from this spot.
I’ve been kissed many times, but that...that was different. It can’t possibly be called something as simple as a kiss. To me, it was overwhelming in the best sort of way and to me—with the right man involved—it could be my future.
But overall the kiss was heartbreaking. Because I know it was only a bit of fun for him, and after this, I need to pull myself back when inside, I want to open up and give him everything.
Wins and losses come a dime a dozen.
But effort? Nobody can judge that.
>
Because Effort is between you and you.
-Ray Lewis
“Hey Owens, the grill’s hot, bro.” JJ breaks the spell that was consuming the majority of my thoughts. Kadence has me so wrapped up in her, I’d forgotten about everything else I’d been doing. We’ll be fortunate if I don’t end up burning all the food tonight at this rate.
“Thanks, man, I’ll be right there.”
He nods and closes the back door while I swiftly turn around to grab some of the meat trays we’d prepared. I can’t look at Kadence right now without possibly attacking her. One small kiss and it’s like I can’t get enough of her.
I do the smart thing for a bit of self-preservation and clear my throat. Noticeably adjusting the hardness currently making my normally loose-fitting basketball shorts tent out like a man possessed and wet my heated cheeks with the cold tap. Once my heart rate has slowed down a bit, I wash my hands, tossing the dish towel over my bare shoulder and grab up one of the trays.
Kadence hops off the counter, fixing her own shirt and then grabs some of the food as well. We both remain silent as she follows me out the back door. Pretty confident that we’re both stunned and thinking about what just happened. She’s not like others that I’ve kissed. For some reason, it’s like I can’t control myself when it comes to her.
Did she feel it like I did? Or was it just another kiss to her? Jesus Christ, that was something else in there. I’m turning into a chick feeling like this.
“Thanks,” I comment, and it comes out gruffer than I had anticipated as she hands me her tray filled with hamburger patties. I need to get them all loaded on the grill before my teammates start giving me grief. It’s a shitty propane grill, but I can feed about twenty people at once.
“Look, Tyler, about inside—” she begins, and I effectively cut her off before she can say something either one of us may end up regretting.
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