He speeds up his movements and he pistons in and out of me, his fingers digging harder into my ass. When he senses me riding the edge, he slows, smirking at my whimpered complaint.
He releases my ass so I sink back down to the bed, leaning down to kiss my frown away. His cock twitches again when I slip my tongue into his mouth. My hands reach down to grab his ass, my fingers kneading into the soft flesh. Fuck, I love his ass.
Scott kisses down my face to my ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and nibbling lightly. "You are so beautiful and responsive. Making love to you is my favorite thing to do in the world. I can't believe I can finally do this all the time."
I moan in response, trying to push him farther inside me. My pussy is sore from the amount of fucking we've done today, but I still can't get enough. It's like my fuckit list opened a hole inside me it will be fun as hell to try and fill.
The last few weeks have made me accustomed to several hours of sex and multiple orgasms.
Thank goodness Scott is up for it.
After another kiss, he pulls from me and positions us so he's spooning me from behind, his hands cupping my tits. He pushes back into me while he trails kisses against the side and back of my neck. I press my ass back against him and he plucks my nipples, sending electricity skittering to my core.
He consumes me. He swallows me whole. He claims me, body and soul in this moment. I am his, he is mine.
I reach back to grip his thigh, needing to touch him. He pants and growls in my ear as he speeds up, pushing us both closer to the brink. One of his hands leaves my tit to rub at my clit, hastening my climax.
The orgasms rips through me with a violence that surprises me after such tender lovemaking. My ears pop from the force of it and my toes curl, tingling. I scream out his name as he holds me close against him, following me swiftly with his own completion. His is as intense as mine. He bucks and shudders against me, his grip on me turning almost painful.
He whispers my name in my ear like a prayer. We lie there, gasping and trying to recover.
"You literally just made my toes curl."
His chuckle vibrates through me. "That was intense."
"Yeah it was," I gasp.
Once my breathing calms, I crawl down his side to his cock, looking up at him through my lashes. "You interrupted me before. I never got to finish the job."
"You're going to fucking kill me." He folds his arms under his head and watches me.
"I'm just testing your limits, baby."
He chuckles. "Maybe I should test yours too. Bring that delicious pussy over here."
He wants to sixty-nine again. My core tightens and dampens. I turn around and throw one of my legs over him, scooting back so I can straddle his face, but still reach his hardening cock. Would we ever get enough of each other? I hope not.
Scott runs his hands up my legs to my waist and back to my ass, gripping my cheeks with his fingers. I take the base of him in my hand and run my tongue over the satin surface of his head. His tongue darts into my silken folds in response. I take all of him into my mouth, relaxing my throat. He shoves his tongue deep into my pussy, flickering it inside me. I bob up and down on him, working him with my tongue. He moans right into my cunt, the sound vibrating my clit and all the way through me. I shudder in response, my own answering moan humming around his cock. We play back and forth, teasing each other, responding to each other, feeding off each other. Our mouths work magic, our tongues cast spells.
Scott starts to work my clit, spreading intense gratification down my lower half to my toes. They curl. Again. I lick down his cock to his balls, taking them gently into my mouth and sucking lightly. He licks up to my ass, fluttering his tongue over my puckered back hole.
My entire body is so sensitive, each touch, each lick, each graze of his teeth jolts through me like I stuck a fork in a socket. I take his length back into my mouth when he yanks me harder against his mouth, his tongue lapping at me like he's a thirsty man who just found an oasis in the desert. His pelvis starts to lift in time with my strokes, meeting me in the middle. I circle my hips against his mouth, grinding down on him. Desperation for one last release fuels us, drives us, pushes us closer and closer to completion.
I suck hard at him, enjoying his breath hissing against my core. He sucks hard at my clit in reply. We suck at each other, hard, over and over, in complete sync. The intensity is extreme, my pussy so raw from so very many climaxes. I'm not sure I can have another one. I'm not sure he can.
But both of us are determined to wring another one out. I don't know what we're trying to prove, but what I do know is I can't get enough of him--of his cock, of his mouth, of his hard body fitting so perfectly against mine.
He's an addiction I don't ever want to recover from, a high I don't ever want to sober up from.
Joy flutters through me and I reach the ledge, happy to leap off of it and soar into oblivion. My belly and pussy clench and contract, tingling and numbness spreading through my limbs. Scott drinks down every drop of pleasure from me, spreading me wide so he can reach deep inside.
He follows me off the ledge before I've even crashed to the bottom. We soar and float together, drunk on each other's flavor. Our mouths wring every last bit of ecstasy we can manage.
And finally, we hit bottom, bucking and thrashing, screaming each other's names.
30
"Can I finish talking now?" Scott asks a bit later as we cuddle on top of my comforter, basking in the afterglow.
"You already declared your love!" I laugh, my hand trailing shapes across his chest.
He curls a strand of sweaty hair behind my ear. "No, I was trying to figure something out all week, and I did."
"Oh, yeah?" My hand stalls and flattens on his chest as I look up at him.
He nods, his own hand still circling the small of my back. "Yeah. The thing is, I want to keep you--but I want to still have all the fun we've had over the past month. So I came up with a list of my own."
He scoots out from under and beside me and hops off the bed to rustle in his pants on the floor. I ogle his gorgeous ass and rippling abs, marveling at my good luck. A hot guy who knows me better than anyone who wants to have all the fun sex with me all the time. How in the hell did I get so fortunate?
He reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and hands it to me. I sit up, taking it from him and read with emotion swelling my chest, tears stinging my eyes.
The Fuckit List Part 2
Sex in public
Sex in a hot air balloon
"Those were the only two I thought of so far, but you can totally add to it. If maybe like, you wanted to try another threesome with a chick, or..." he trails off, smiling at the googly eyed look I'm giving him.
"You made a fuckit list of our own?" I am utterly charmed. Seriously. How in the hell did I get so fucking lucky? And how did I have him under my nose this whole time and remain completely blind?
He snuggles back into my side. "We may be a couple, but it's a big world. I just want to take it on with you." He looks down, a bit bashfully.
I lift his jaw, bringing his eyes to mine. I press a soft kiss to his lips. "You are amazing. And perfect. And I love you like crazy. I want to take the world on with you too."
He yanks me into his arms and we hold on tight to each other for a long moment. Love for this incredible man swamps through me so completely it makes me a little light-headed. I'm utterly giddy about our future. The endless possibilities ahead of us. The things we can do and try together. The adventures we can go on. The crazy amount of sex we can have. The stranglehold my future had on me has disappeared, leaving me reveling in freedom. I can't wait for it now. Now that Scott and I are together, it doesn't seem so boring and staid. I don't have to leave excitement and fun behind. I won't have to accept boring, vanilla sex.
"I have a small confession to make," I whisper in his ear.
He pulls back to look at me. "Okay."
I giggle. "You don
't have to sound so nervous. I'm not about to take any of this back. This is completely and utterly real."
"Then what? I thought we didn't have secrets." He narrows his eyes at me.
I snort and shake my head. "We don't, doofus. Well, not exactly. It's not a secret, really. I just haven't gotten around to telling you yet."
He pokes my side. "Stop leaving me in suspense, love. Just tell me."
I stare down at my lap and speak low and fast. "I might have bought a few things. From that Adam and Eve online store."
"Oh really?" He sounds both teasing and way too sexy for my own good.
"Maybe," I mumble, still not looking at him.
"What kind of things?" he asks.
"Fun things."
"Care to be more specific? Please?" He kisses my neck. "Please." He kisses my collarbone.
I shove him off me, his lips and the conversation making me all shivery. "You know. Just the basics. A vibrator. A-uh...an anal plug. A few other things that looked...interesting." I'd wanted way more than I'd actually ended up ordering. Hopefully, Scott and I can browse the site and pick out some things together some time.
"Interesting things? How many other interesting things?"
I shrug, hiding a smile. "I don't know. Four or five."
"And where are these four or five other things?"
"Hidden."
He rolls over, pinning me to the bed with one of his hands wrapped around my wrists and his waist weighing down mine. He tortures and teases me with his lips on my neck and ears and across the top of my chest. I moan and arch into him.
He pulls back, keeping me trapped against the bed. "Tell me."
"Nope." Though I could probably be convinced if he keeps this up. I'm already going to have a hard enough time walking after today, what's one more orgasm?
He rubs his cock against my pussy. "Tell me."
My breath catches and I barely keep myself from capturing him inside me. "Uh uh." I shake my head back and forth. "I will not. I refuse. Never."
He nips at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. I struggle against his grip, but he's unyielding. "Where did you hide your fun stuff? If I don't know, how can we play with them?"
I huff and turn my face to the side to escape his lips. "Maybe I bought them so I can play all by myself."
He uses the hand not holding me down to tickle my ribs. Laughter screams from my throat and I thrash beneath him, gasping and desperate for freedom from his tickling fingers.
He stops, letting me calm down, but still doesn't release me. "Now that you can have all of this," He rubs his dick through my folds again. "Why the hell would you want to play with them all by yourself?"
He has a point.
One I refuse to concede. "Maybe I want them to be a surprise for you later." Something I really should have thought about before admitting this much.
Scott apparently agrees. "Then you should have kept the whole thing to yourself, love. Because I'm not going to stop until I know." He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
My eyes roll back into my head and I raise my chest, but he releases my tit. "Come on, love. Tell me. Please." He brings his fingers in warning back to my ribs.
I shriek. "Fine. Fine. Just a bottle of lube, some nipple clamps, stuff like that."
He stills, staring down at me with that look on his face he wears sometimes. The look I've finally realized is love-struck, not awe-struck. Well, maybe a little of both. "I am never letting you go, you know that?"
"Well, I certainly hope not."
The band of steel around my wrists loosens. "I mean it. I could kick myself for how much time you and I missed out on together, but we sure as hell are going to make up for it now. You are the perfect woman and you are mine."
I smile up at him. "Of course I'm yours. And you're mine."
He bends down, kissing me with reverence, worshiping me. I pull at him until he all but collapses on top of me. I need his weight pressing me down into the mattress to keep me from floating away. I need the anchor because the feelings bubbling through me are strong and want to billow me about until I lose myself in him.
We break apart laughing when his stomach growls. He props himself up on his elbow beside me. I'm unable to resist reaching up and kissing him again.
He tweaks my nose. "You've worn me down, woman. You better feed me. I won't be able to pleasure you properly without sustenance. And I fully plan to pleasure you perhaps with the help of your secret toys after we've eaten and maybe taken a nap. I'm not a superhero, you know."
I giggle, shoving him playfully. "Let's clean up that horrible mess you made in my kitchen and probably ourselves and head out for brunch. That's how all this started. It seems appropriate."
"It's the middle of the night by now." He looks at me like I'm crazy in the most adorable way.
"I'm sure we can find a place that serves breakfast all night. And if not, we can get supplies from the grocery and make our own brunch."
"Next adventure?" he asks.
"Next adventure."
Enjoy an excerpt
Sweet Spot: A Bad Boy Sports Romance
“If I do this for you, it’s the last time. Here is how you will prove to me that it’s the last time. No more flings. No more parties. No more absolutely anything. You live for two things–practice and games. Give me your word.”
With those words, Coach Halstead bailed me out one final time. I guess I can’t help it if I’m baseball’s favorite bad boy. Until I meet young, innocent, sexy-as-hell and pure-as-sunshine Ally.
“You gonna score a run for me?” she asks. And because I just. Cannot. Resist. A pretty face. I say yes.
Am I about to lose coach’s trust, my career, and this girl?
Or can I hit the sweet spot?
1
“Hey!”
In the hierarchy of shitty situations to stumble into, I appear to have hit a home run.
If, you know, I get points for fucking up. Again.
I never liked being benched. It’s hard, uncomfortable, and all the action is somewhere else. I like being in the center of the action. Excitement is brewing all around you, but you’re just left to dwell on your mistakes and shitty batting average and that time you back-talked Coach when you were wearing your hangover sunglasses and reeking of Jack Daniels.
This bench, though, with the cold metal and accompanying bars, is far worse than being benched at a game.
“Hey! I’m talking to you.”
I look over at the guy I’m sharing a cell with. He’s as bulky as a tank with tattoo sleeves and a shaved head. I don’t want to talk, but this guy looks like he can break my kneecaps and there is still a lot of season left.
“Yeah?”
His face splits into a grin. “I know you.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
“No, I definitely know you.”
“Just have one of those faces.”
The guy sits down next to me. “I’m Shank.”
“Hi, Shank.”
“I was at Kauffman stadium just last week. You’re a maniac with the bat.”
I grin back. Can’t help it. Call me a prideful bastard. “Thanks. But I think you’re thinking of someone else.”
He laughs and whacks me on the shoulder with the back of his hand. I’m a sturdy guy, but it hurts like a sumbitch. “That double you hit in the sixth was out-fucking-standing. I mean, scared the shit out of the Angels, know what I mean? Hit that sweet spot out there and BOOM!”
“It was a triple.” I can’t help myself. God, I’m such an asshole.
He grins wider. “I knew it was you.”
“Nah, man. I just saw the game, too.”
Shank squints at me for a minute. “You sure?”
“Sure.”
“Well shit. I thought my luck took off, sharing a holding cell with Kemper Fife! Probably still going to tell my crew I did anyway. Drunk tank lockup isn’t the most exciting story unless you’re sharing
a holding cell with a fucking baseball all-star.”
“Be my guest. You won’t be the first.”
“So what did they pop you for? Figured looking like him woulda got you out of anything.”
“Yeah, you woulda thought.”
What did I not do to get in here? It was a long list of terrible-slash-awesome decisions full of girls and booze and more girls and more booze. The brunette with Angelina Jolie lips who bet I couldn’t guess her bra size. Spoiler: she was a D, but tried to pull off a DD. Can’t fool me, though. Then there was the blonde with the butterfly tramp stamp who moved her hips like Shakira and could shoot whiskey like a badass. The blonde and brunette made out with each other for a pair of drinks and a shot at my bed. They almost had me, too.
Jamie told me to stop there, but of the many four letter words in my vocabulary, “stop” is not one of them.
Then there was the redhead I ditched the first two with. I’m a sucker for redheads. And she has a motorcycle. Or she said she has a motorcycle. It was sexy enough for me not to give a damn if she lied or not. Lie to me and forget me the next morning.
What happened next was sort of a blur. One too many Fireball shots. The blonde and brunette found us, pissed to hell that I’d found someone else. We had to take off running through the bar. The redhead has a killer ass when she runs. I suppose it wasn’t technically her car that we fled in. I suppose technically she hotwired it. Technically, it was sexy as hell, watching her work those wires. My dick was running the show, I couldn’t help it.
Then there was the impromptu bonfire that maybe shouldn’t have been started with our clothes as kindling. We drank more whiskey and howled at the moon and were about to get it on under a blanket of stars before the flashing lights showed up. Apparently, the lake closes at sundown.
“How are you going to close the lake?” I argued. At least, in my mind I argued. It probably came out as a slurred mess.
Now I have a massive headache and get to wear this stupid jumpsuit, which won’t really play well in any pictures of me leaving. Of which there are bound to be many.
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