Murphy runs his hands up my neck and through my hair, wrapping it around his fist, pulling my head back the slightest bit. He runs his nose up the side of my neck and inhales deeply before leaning his forehead against mine. “God, I want to take you upstairs and spread you out on my bed right now.”
My voice comes out needy. “So, do it.”
His lips crash down on mine as his hands move down my body, grabbing my ass and lifting as if I weigh nothing.
My legs wrap around his lean waist, and my arms wrap around those magnificent shoulders. “Murph.” I pull back as he starts walking toward the stairs. “You should put me down. I don’t want you to hurt your shoulder more.”
He kisses me again, our tongues tangling as he carries me up the stairs. “Nothing about this hurts, Princess.”
Murphy carries me into his room, kicking the door shut behind us before spinning me around and pressing me up against it. He licks the bare expanse of skin peeking out at my shoulder and the fire from earlier becomes a raging inferno.
I work to unbutton his shirt, but I’m restricted by this position. I wiggle, but can’t move until he finally lets me slide down his hard body. Once I get his shirt open, I gently push it off his shoulders and am met with a beautiful chest covered in blooming purple bruises.
“Murph . . .” My hand lightly traces the bruising.
He grips my wrist, stopping my exploration. “Don’t look at me like that, Sabrina. It is what it is. This is the game.” He takes his phone out of his pocket and places it on his dresser. Van Morrison starts playing softly throughout the room. “On my bed. Now, Princess.”
I kick off my booties, walk to the bed, climb up, sit on my knees, and wait for him.
Murph walks over and stands in front of me, shirtless and exhausted.
I pull on his arm. “Sit down.”
His eyebrows go up slightly, but he does as I ask. Then a thought hits me. “Do you guys have a heating pad somewhere?”
Murphy turns his head to see me. “Yeah, in the bottom drawer of the bathroom.”
I hurry in, finding the small, plush grey heating pad that resembles a blanket with a short cord attached to a handheld on/off switch. I quickly turn it on and walk over to face Murphy. I place the heating pad on his shoulders, then reach down and unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants before I sit on his lap, straddling him. My fingers run through his hair, and he full-on moans, like it’s the most incredible feeling ever.
Leaning my head down, I kiss him softly.
His hands go back to my face, holding me gently as our tongues tangle and explore. There’s a lazy and slow seductive pace to this that feels different than the last few times we’ve been together. The crazy, frenetic energy of earlier has gone and left something else in its place. Something that feels different. Something that feels . . . more.
Pulling back a bit, I look down at the fire in his eyes. “Aiden.”
His fingers play with the strands of my hair, wrapping a curl around his finger. “Yeah, Princess?”
“I know I said I love it when you take control but let me take care of you tonight.
22
Murphy
Sabrina’s words echo in my head. The women I usually take to bed don’t give a shit about taking care of anyone but themselves, and that’s always been okay. They’re using me to say they fucked around with a football player. Maybe one day, they’ll be able to say they screwed that guy on that pro team. Whatever, I’ve always been good with that because I’m using them for a no-strings release as much as they’re using me. It works for everyone involved.
No one has ever looked at me the way Sabrina is looking at me now, and it’s doing funny things to my heart.
Instead of digging deeper into that thought, I give in to the overwhelming need I have for her. With one arm wrapped around the small of her back, I flip us over. The heating pad slaps against the nightstand, and Sabrina starts laughing.
She’s not posing, making sure I only see her best angles. She’s not making noises that are fake as hell and rival any porn star I’ve ever seen . . . and I’ve seen a lot. She’s lying beneath me with her dark brown hair fanning out around her face, her ivory skin a stark contrast to my dark green sheets and those big brown eyes shut because she’s laughing.
She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Leaning down, I run my nose up the length of her slender neck and nip at the shell of her ear before whispering, “While I appreciate your offer, it’s my job to take care of you tonight, Princess.”
My lips crash down on her mouth, licking and tasting those plump pink lips. One hand moves to explore the feel of her body as my mouth travels down her neck to her shoulder, then her stomach. I push her sweater up and over her head. Gripping the waist of her skintight jeans, I pull them down her legs, my mouth following the same trail down her soft skin.
Leaning up on my elbows, I take in my gorgeous girl lying before me, wrapped in nothing but sheer lace the same color as her skin.
The word “mine” is like a shovel hitting me over the head. I’m not sure when or how it happened, but it’s not the first time I’ve thought it. It’s hitting me hard, and it’s not going away.
“Brina . . .” I’m not sure what I want to hear or to say.
Sabrina looks at me with concern in those chocolate-brown eyes of hers. “You okay?” She leans up on one elbow and runs her other hand along my brow. “What’s going on in that crazy mind of yours?”
Our eyes are locked in a moment that I don’t want to break, but she gives me no choice when she removes her lacy nude bra, and any thought besides holy shit, her tits are perfect, leaves my brain. I take one nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking while pinching the other between my fingers. Jesus, she’s sensitive. Before long, she’s writhing under me, and I wonder if I can make her come from this alone.
I’m not finding out tonight though. Like a man on a mission, I move down her body and settle myself between her creamy thighs.
Sabrina’s legs tighten up around me as if I’ve caught her off guard.
“You okay, Princess?” I’m lazily running my finger up and down the inside of her thigh, getting her used to my touch. “I don’t want you to be nervous. Not with me. Not ever.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, then throws a pillow over her face.
I place a kiss just above her hip bone. “I won’t ever do anything you don’t want. You say stop, and I stop.”
She moves the pillow away. “Yeah. I’m good. You just . . . You intimidate me, Aiden.” And the damn pillow goes back over her face.
“What do you mean?”
Sabrina mumbles from behind the pillow, “Oh. My. God. I’m screwing this all up.”
Reaching over her body, it’s my turn to move the pillow. “Princess, you’re not screwing anything up. Tell me what you mean.”
She lets out a deep breath. “Okay, I’m not a virgin. I’ve slept with two guys.”
“Brina, if we could skip this part for now, I’d appreciate it, because the thought of you with anyone else is making me kinda want to kill someone.” Leaning up on my elbow, I look down at her and watch that sink in.
Her eyes get so big and wide she looks like one of those anime chicks from the comic books.
“I just don’t want to screw anything up.” She reaches for me. “I don’t want you to be disappointed. I’ve never come from oral before. I don’t know if I can. It kinda stresses me out.”
“Oh, baby. You just threw down the gauntlet,” I lean down to kiss her lips. “I am going to have fun proving to you there’s not anything wrong with you.” Moving back down her body, I lick the length of her pussy, and she throws that damn pillow back over her face. Lifting my face, I tell her, “Eyes on me, Princess. I want to see your face and hear your voice. If you don’t like something, tell me.”
The pillow slowly moves aside. God, I love the way she listens to me.
Smiling, I get down to business. Not that I want to tell Sabr
ina this, but if eating pussy was an Olympic sport, I’d be Michael fucking Phelps. My princess is already drenched, and, fuck me, she’s so responsive.
She reaches down, running her fingers through my hair, her nails scratching my skull. Her breathy little moans are coming more quickly now as her back arches off the bed and her hips begin to move. It doesn’t take long to figure out what she likes.
Dumb fucks she was with before had no clue what they were doing.
“Oh my God, Murphy. I’m so close.” Those strong thighs I love so much are bent with her knees locked around my ears.
I curl my two fingers inside her and gently bite down on her pretty little clit, and she explodes. My dick is straining against the zipper of my pants, dying to sink into her, but I keep licking. Keep sucking. Keep stroking.
“Murph. Jesus, Murph, it’s too much. I can’t . . . I . . . Oh my . . . Oh wow.”
Holding her down with one hand on her stomach, I refuse to stop until I’ve wrung a second orgasm out of this gorgeous girl. After she comes a second time, she drops back onto the bed, unmoving.
“Jesus. I think you broke me.”
Licking my way back up her body, I claim her mouth with mine. “You’re magnificent, Princess. But don’t get too comfy. I’m not done with you yet.”
She sits up and, in one swift move, pulls my belt from my pants and starts working on my zipper. “Oh, you better not be done with me yet.”
Getting up from the bed, I remove my pants and boxers and grab a string of condoms from the nightstand drawer. We’ll definitely be using more than one of these tonight. Sabrina’s eyes are big and wide as she stares at me. “Umm, Murph . . .”
Pinching the tip, I roll the condom down the length of my cock and crawl over to her. “Yeah?”
“I don’t know if that thing’s gonna fit.” She lifts her eyebrows like she can’t believe she just said that and then giggles.
Man, I love it when this girl laughs. It’d be better if she wasn’t laughing about the size of my dick, but I’ll survive.
“Don’t you worry about that, Princess. I made sure you’re good and ready for me, and we have all the time in the world to work it in, nice and slow. You’re all mine, and I’m going to worship you all night.”
Damn this girl has no idea what she does to my body and my heart.
23
Sabrina
Holy Shit, that’s a big dick. I mean, I saw it the other day. Christ on a cracker, I had it in my mouth last week . . . Maybe it’s my nerves, but I don’t think that thing’s gonna fit. Murphy kisses a trail up the inside of my leg, along the curve of my hip, licking his way over my breast until he takes my mouth and swallows my moan as he begins to press in.
I scratch my nails down his back and grab his ass as he groans and oh, so slowly inches in further. Just as I start to relax into the rhythm, both his arms wrap around my body, and we’re flipped over so I’m straddling his lap. One fluid maneuver, and he moved both of us. The strength of this man is so sexy.
Every inch of our bodies is connected. My skin is a live wire sparking with every motion, every touch of our skin, every kiss of his lips and lick of his tongue. I may be on top, but Murphy’s in control. Slow and steady and, oh my God, so freaking amazing.
Those big hands move back to my face, and with every thrust of his hips, he’s kissing me harder.
Deeper.
Yet somehow softer and so much sweeter.
Grinding down onto him, I swivel my hips and moan. The friction on my clit is incredible. My arms wrap around his neck, and I bury my head in his shoulder, sucking the spot between where they meet. Murphy wraps my hair around his fist and pulls back just enough that I’m forced to bend back slightly. He’s angling me away from him and positioning me so he can suck my peaked nipple tightly in his mouth before biting down on it with his teeth. He’s giving me that last little edge I needed.
I know I’m not going to last long, but I don’t want this to ever end. Just as that thought enters my conscious, Murph moves his other hand between us and circles my clit with his finger. I explode in earth-shattering colors.
“Oh, God, Aiden,” his name leaves my lips on a prayer.
He follows me over the edge with my name a shout echoing through the room.
I’m wrapped around him and don’t want to move.
This wasn’t what I was expecting tonight.
This was an entirely different level than what I was prepared for.
Than what my heart was ready for.
We stay like that for what feels like hours, but in reality, it’s only minutes. Murphy stands up with me still wrapped around him and carries us into the bathroom. He places me down on the counter, then locks the door leading to Sebastian’s room. I hear him dispose of the condom then turn the water on in the oversized jetted tub.
Coming back to me, he runs his palms up and down my thighs. I can’t take my eyes off his hands. They look so big against my legs, so powerful and yet so gentle.
“Wanna soak in the tub with me, Princess?”
Bringing my eyes back up to his chest, I notice the bruising has gotten worse. In the fluorescent light of the bathroom, he looks like he’s been to war and back. My fingertips trace the light dusting of dark reddish-brown hair that frames his firm pecs. Dropping lower, I follow the lines of his abs. He’s cut and defined like a Roman statue I once saw. It was called The Dying Gladiator, and Murphy puts it to shame.
“Sabrina.” He lifts my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. Oops. I guess I wasn’t paying attention. “Wanna soak in the tub with me? I don’t have any girly stuff, but I’ve got some Epsom salts.”
Grabbing his hands, I carefully get off the counter, making a mental note to wipe that down before someone places a washcloth or, worse, a toothbrush there. Murphy gets in the tub first, then helps me in. The water is scalding hot but feels heavenly on my muscles. I lean my back against his chest and close my eyes.
We sit in silence, both of us relaxing, lost in our own thoughts. My head is leaning to the side, my neck exposed when Murphy starts kissing me there. I twist to look at him. “Down, boy. I think you may have broken me. I don’t even think I could make myself come three times in one night, and my vibrator is amazing.”
He moves my hair out of his way as he starts to kiss the back of my neck. My head falls forward, granting him the access he wants. “You won’t be needing that anymore. I told you, I own your orgasms. There isn’t anything wrong with you, Sabrina. And I’ll happily eat that pussy any time, night or day, to remind you of that.”
“I’ll have to remember that the next time I’m stressed before an exam. Who needs to run the track when I can just sit on my boyfriend’s face?” I can’t help but laugh until I realize what I just said.
Oh shit. I sit up. I didn’t mean to say that. It just slipped out. I feel him tense up behind me for a moment before he stands to get out of the tub. With all the fun of the last few minutes gone from my voice, I whisper, “Sorry, Murph. I didn’t mean that. I’m not someone who needs a label. Can we forget I said that?”
When I look up at him, Murphy is wrapping a towel around his waist. He grabs one for me and holds it out until I step into it and allow him to wrap it around me and knot it at my chest. I’m guided back into the bedroom, the smell of sex still lingering in the air.
Murph sits down on the bed and pulls me to stand between his legs. “Sabrina, look at me.”
My eyes snap to his.
“You don’t need to apologize. We didn’t talk about it, but I don’t want you seeing anyone else. I don’t share what’s mine, and I want you to be mine. You good with that?” He rests his hands on my waist.
“Yes.” I don’t recognize my own voice when I answer. Taking a step closer, I continue, “Yes, if it goes both ways. I don’t want to think of you with anyone else either.”
“You sure you want me to be your boyfriend? Because I’ve never done this before, and I’m a possessive asshole. I can damn sure tell you that I
want you to be mine. Just mine. If that makes you my girlfriend, so be it.” His hands move from my waist to my ass, and he pulls me against him.
Running my hands through his damp hair, I answer, “Does this mean I can kick the jersey-chasers to the curb when they come around you?”
“I think I’d like to watch that.” He yanks, and my towel falls to the floor.
I’m thrown down onto the bed, and my next breath is swallowed by this man as he kisses me. His hand goes to my hip as his face hovers over mine. “You okay, Princess?”
“Be careful with my heart, Murphy.” The vulnerability in my voice scares me but not him.
Leaning down, he kisses me gently. “I’ll guard it with my life, Princess.”
24
Murphy
The next morning, I wake up while the rest of the house is still silent. The morning after a game, we always take it easy. None of us run, and we don’t hit the weight room today. I usually start the coffee and make some breakfast for the house. Today, I’m thinking waffles. I pull up my sweats and grab my glasses off my nightstand. I’m usually the only one up this early, so I’m surprised when I open the bathroom door and find a girl brushing her teeth. Bash’s Crusaders t-shirt is barely covering her ass, and her dark brown hair is hanging down her back in messy waves.
When she looks up at me through the reflection in the mirror, there’s no scream or shriek. She’s not freaked-out that I’ve just walked in on her. I get a raised eyebrow, highlighting the mascara smudges beneath her eyes.
Huh. This is an interesting development. Bash has refused to let anyone spend the night the entire time we’ve lived here.
She stands up and turns to me. “Listen, if you want to watch, I charge extra.”
“The fuck you just say? You’re the one in my bathroom.” I look around, making sure I’m not in some fucked up alternate reality.
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