by Stacey Lynn
She relaxed in my arms—her fingers trailing circles on my abs. The light teasing touch, the scent of her, the feel and the weight of her all rolled through me, sparking and igniting interest and desire for her.
“Where’s your room?” I asked when the attraction between us pulled tight and I didn’t want to wait any longer. “Told Beaux I wouldn’t fuck you on his couch.”
“Oh my gosh.” She groaned and buried her face into my chest. Her shoulders shook with muffled laughter. “You talked about me? In the locker room?”
I wasn’t going to get into it. Not all of it.
“He simply said no fucking on his furniture.”
“The bed I’m sleeping on is his.” She grinned when she pulled back.
I was already pushing to my feet, bringing her with me until her legs were wrapped around my hips and my hands were holding her by her ass.
“Semantics. I also said we wouldn’t wait up for him.”
“Oh my God. I’m never going to be able to show my face around the team again.”
“Hey.” I walked her toward the room she gestured to and kicked the door open. “Does it bother you? You gotta know sometimes shit gets flung around, but between me and Beaux, no one’s going to say shit to you. And if they do, we’ll handle it.”
She pressed her hand against my cheek and her fingertips played with the hair above and behind my ear. She always did that—found a way to touch me so gently that it drove me to distraction.
I wanted hard fucking, nails digging into skin, grips so tight they bruised, and yet she was the sweet to my spice, the light to my dark. Every time I wanted to dirty her up, she made me want to slow down and relish the moment at the same time.
So fucking different from the last six years.
I leaned into her touch while she pressed her lips to my jaw. “I don’t care what they say.”
Thank fuck. I didn’t want to have to promise to kick my teammates’ asses, but I would if it bothered her. Beaux would back me up, too, unless he was the one taking the first swing.
I bent forward and laid her down on the bed. She clung to me, not letting me go, and pulled me down on top of her.
“I love your weight on me,” she said, her hands sliding down my shirt until she pushed her fingers beneath the waistband of my shorts. “And this butt.”
I buried my face into her shoulder and pushed her further up the bed until I could kneel on it. “Get them off me. And my shirt.”
I lifted my hips long enough for her to push my shorts down before I kicked them off, then I rolled us until she straddled me and helped her with my shirt.
Her fingers were cool on my skin as she dragged them up the planes of my stomach, the curves of my chest.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered, her eyes glazed over with admiration.
I worked on my body because it needed to be the best it could be at all possible moments, not for it to be admired. With Shannon’s hands dragging through my chest hair, brushing across my nipples, light, teasing, and exploratory touches, I was fucking thankful I didn’t have a desk job where I didn’t have to work so hard.
“Stop teasing me.” I groaned as her hand dipped across my lower abs, one fingernail trailing through the hair just above my waistband.
She scraped her nail across the edge of the waistband to my boxers and my hips jerked in response.
“Fucking touch me, Shannon. Wrap your hand around my dick.”
She peered up at me through hooded eyes, her untamed hair draping a curtain around us. “In a hurry?”
“To feel your hot and wet pussy clenching and stretching around my dick? Yes.” I rocked up again, pressing my dick against the center of her thighs.
She moaned in response.
“Take off your clothes.”
She made a clicking sound with her tongue and her teeth. “Always so bossy.”
“You like it.”
I didn’t wait for her to follow my command. I sat up, pressing her against my lap, and ripped off her shirt before pulling the cups of her bra beneath her breasts.
My mouth covered one of her nipples as my fingers teased the other. They were full in my mouth and my palms, spilling over from the pressure of her bra.
Her hands immediately went to her shorts and she wiggled out of them, shifting off me while I kept my mouth on her nipple, tugging and teasing and sucking on one before moving to the other.
“My God,” she moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I held her against me, pressed up against her before I pulled her down and I was on my back.
“Ride me. Show me how you like it.”
I shoved my boxers down, pushing them off my hips, and held my dick. Shannon moved over me and I slid it through her wetness, both of us groaning.
“I want to play,” she whimpered.
“Play later. Fuck me now before I take over and do it for you.”
Her eyes narrowed on me, the haze of lust clouding the irritation she was trying to fake.
When she didn’t move I grabbed her hips, and in one hard, forceful thrust I seated her all over my dick.
“No condom. Fuck!” I groaned and pushed my head back to the pillow. I couldn’t move her off me. The slickened heat of her enveloped me—covering me and coating me with her wetness.
I rocked my hips up, pressing her further against me. God, she was incredible. When her hips rolled and her thighs began to shake, I had to fight the urge to come like a teenager losing his virginity. “I get tested before the season. I’m clean, I swear it.”
Would you she trust me enough to have her bare? When I saw the quick flash of fear in her eyes, I bit down the disappointment.
She was already leaning over me, reaching for the nightstand drawer.
“I have a box.”
“Shit,” she muttered as I teased her clit with my thumb to keep her wet. Her fingers fumbled with the plastic wrapping before she bit it and tore it with her teeth. “Forgot how big of a pain in the ass these boxes are.”
Any lingering disappointment at her not trusting me would have evaporated with that sentence, that it’d been a while for her. That she hadn’t been with a man since her ex.
“You’re going to hurt your teeth.” I smiled, unable to stop it. When in the hell had sex been so fun? I imagined it wasn’t that often, for that many people.
“Finally.” She tore the box open and yanked out a strip, ripping one open. My thumb continued to press and roll around her clit and she fumbled again when I pulled her off me.
“Put it on.” My voice had gone gravelly. Needy.
As her hand slid down my cock, she tugged and pulled before I pushed into her hand and growled again. “Fucking now, Shannon.”
She looked up at me and grinned before sliding back down on my dick until I was seated balls deep inside her.
Thank fuck. “Good. Now fuck me like you mean it.”
She took the challenge as intended and began sliding up and down on my dick, rolling her hips. I pulled her against me, her breasts brushing my chest, and dug one hand in her hair as I fucked her back, taking control. It wasn’t my style to follow someone else’s lead.
The sound of her flesh sliding against mine drove me wild and my hips bucked against her, faster and harder while one of my hands went to her ass, pressing her down against me when I pushed into her.
I fucked her hard, unable to slow down, unable to take my time. Every time she rocked against me, her pussy clenched around my dick.
Her whimpers increased, grew closer together as I took her to the edge and then backed off, not wanting it to end yet.
I wanted to drive her as crazy as she made me feel, both inside and outside the bedroom.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned. “You’re so fucking hot around my dick.”
I’d been bare before, but not often. The heat I now missed around my dick made me curse the rubber fuckers I never wanted to use again.
“So close, Oliver.” Her lips parted and she pressed them to mine
. I sucked her tongue into my mouth as she slid toward the edge all over again, and this time I didn’t slow down.
My thrusts increased. My fingertips on her ass slid to her crease and she bucked against me as my fingers pressed against her puckered hole.
“Holy shit.” She gasped. “What the hell?”
“You’ll like it,” I assured her, watching her eyes roll back as I continued teasing her with gentle ministrations. “Someday I’ll take your ass and you’ll fucking love it. You’ll come harder than you ever have before.”
She shook her head. Not in argument, but because she was going wild with pleasure.
“Come, Shannon. I’ll make it feel good.”
“Oh shit…damn…yes…please, Oliver.”
As her body began to clench around me, her pussy spasming with the beginning rolls of her orgasm, I bit back my own growl and pressed the tip of my finger inside her asshole.
Her body bucked wildly as she threw her head back. “Oliver! Holy shit, I’m coming!”
I fucked both her holes, gently pressing against her ass at the same time I pulled her pussy against me. I held on for the ride, taking her over the edge again and again, not relenting in my fucking until she’d screamed so loud her voice went hoarse and her body went limp.
I pulled her off me, grabbed her hand, and made her help me yank off the condom before I wrapped our hands around my dick. I shot my load all over my stomach, coating our hands and our fingers.
Coating her.
“Fuck,” I groaned as her hand continued pumping every last drop of my cum out of my dick.
My chest was covered in sweat—it dripped along my hairline and I was breathless when she finally collapsed next to me. Our legs stayed tangled together and her hand rested on my stomach.
“I liked that,” she whispered, her body boneless and liquid at my side. “When you pressed your finger into me.”
I turned my head and brushed my lips against her cheek, tenderly, exactly the opposite of how I’d just fucked her and would again later. “You’ll like it more when I have my dick in there.”
Her eyes widened and she looked down at our hands still connected. Still covered in my cum. “It’s really big.”
“I’ll make it good for you, stretch you, take my time. You’ll come all over my mouth and my fingers before I ever put my dick in you.”
“So sure of yourself.”
Always. I was a cocky, arrogant asshole. Since I started high school, confidence had never been a problem for me. I knew what I was good at because I worked for it, so I didn’t feel the need to defend myself to her.
I’d prove it soon enough.
“We’ll get you a plug,” I whispered.
Her body shook as a shiver rolled through her. Goose bumps burst onto her arm and I smiled.
“You love that idea, don’t you? So fucking filthy for me.”
She was silent for a moment before she began kissing my chest. “Yeah. I like the idea.”
I slid my hand down her back and patted her backside. “We need to get cleaned up before this dries all over us.”
She laughed and pushed off me. As she moved to slide off me, I tugged her back down so I could kiss her.
I kissed her slowly, tenderly. I kissed her with all the gentleness in the world, taking my time to explore her mouth.
She was sweet, pliable in my strong arms. When she pushed back, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes showed everything she was thinking. They showed desire mixed with apprehension.
I grinned. “Thank you for giving me this chance.”
“Thanks for fucking me so well.”
I laughed as she rolled off the bed, watching her when she went to the connected bathroom and turned on the sink.
She came back with a washcloth and placed it on my stomach.
I took over cleaning us. “Shower?”
“Your ankle okay enough?”
I rolled my eyes. “My ankle’s fine, and I’m strong enough to fuck you in the shower, putting all my weight on it if you don’t stop acting so worried.”
“Such an asshole.” She winked and grabbed the washcloth from me.
I jumped out of bed and grabbed her from behind, pulling her off her feet as she squealed in surprise.
Then I took her into the shower and did all the things to her I’d wanted to do that morning before she ran from me.
Chapter FIFTEEN
SHANNON
I pressed my hand to the headboard, the move keeping Oliver from pushing me toward the front of the bed. It had the added benefit of making me thrust back against him every time he pushed into me.
On his knees behind me, mine pressed together in between his thighs, the tightened space made his dick feel bigger. He’d woken me with his mouth all over my pussy, eating me like I was the breakfast he’d been starving for, before he flipped me over while I was still coming and pushed inside of me, already prepared with a condom like he’d taken his time getting ready before he ever began eating me.
When he was seated deep inside me, he pushed my legs closed, making me come again from the tight sensation.
“Come on, Shannon. Again.” I’d already come twice. Once the night before. I wasn’t sure I had another one in me.
I panted quietly, biting my tongue to keep from shouting out. “Oliver…please…”
His hand wrapped around my stomach and played with my clit, and his other hand curled around my shoulder. He had me completely restrained, completely held immobile for him except for the pressure I could put on his headboard.
I threw my head back as he thrust his hips against me fast, more powerfully. He didn’t stop until I was screaming all over again, gasping for breath as my eyelids slammed shut. My orgasm took me over the edge with a deep, slow burn that wasn’t any less powerful than it’d been earlier.
“Oliver.”
“Fucking hell.” He thrust into me, taking his hand off my clit and clamping it around my hip to hold me still while he chased his own orgasm, pumping into me with a precision and power I would think he’d reserve for the football field before he let loose his own groan. He pushed me forward so hard we both collapsed into the bed. His forehead rested against the back of my head and his groan made my scalp tingle. “Shannon, holy shit, honey.”
I trembled at the endearment that fell from his lips.
When he’d caught his breath he slowly pulled out, rolled me over, and pressed his lips to mine, ignoring the fact that I had always hated morning breath and sweat. “Good morning.”
“Mornin’,” I muttered against his lips.
He gave me a squeeze before he rolled off me and headed toward the bathroom. “When do you need to leave? Do you have to set up your booth this morning?”
I brushed my hair off my face, reality setting in. Based on the light from behind the closed curtains, I had to get moving. It was the second day of the street fair and yesterday had been crazy busy, bigger and better than anything I could have imagined.
Last night when I’d finished closing everything up, I’d met him at the hotel for dinner and ended up staying.
“Yeah.” I sighed and stretched my well-abused limbs. I had my hands above my head, pressing against the headboard and my body in a long, lean line when he walked out of the bathroom.
“Someday, I’m going to tie you to the bed, just like that and fuck you till you can’t take any more.”
My hips rolled, jumping at the thought. Oliver caught it and then swore before turning back to the bathroom, groaning and pressing his fingers to his eyes.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pushing myself to sitting and swallowing a groan. My muscles were uncomfortable and tight, a combination of sitting in the heat all day yesterday and the athletic sex sessions.
“Taking out my contacts. I keep fucking falling asleep in them and my eyes are killing me.”
He wore…glasses?
I jumped from the bed, grabbing a shirt I’d tossed to the floor before, and met him in the bathroom. H
e splashed more water on his face before he patted it dry with a towel and removed a pair of glasses from the drawer next to him.
And holy shit. It changed the look of him. Took him from monstrous, sexy football player to sexy, forgetful professor in a heartbeat.
My lips parted. “You’re going to have to fuck me with those on.”
His eyes crinkled and he met my gaze in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, messing up the shaggy top and making it wilder. “What?”
A gazillion fantasies flashed in my mind and I nodded, breathless as I answered. “Oh. Yeah.”
“You’ll get your wish. Tonight.” He turned then and pressed his lips to my cheek. “But I can’t have you late for the festival today, and I have practice. I’ll meet you in the kitchen once you’re dressed, so get moving.”
I hurried. The promise of tonight sparked all sorts of wicked thoughts in my head.
***
The sun beat down on my shoulders despite the tent covering overhead. It was going to take me months, if not years, to get used to the constant heat that made the pavement so hot that it steamed all day long.
The crowd was packed along the street, vendors set along the curbs of the arts district Festival like we were sardines.
I was hot and sweaty. I was miserable from being in the sun for the last two days.
I was also having the time of my life.
My jewelry was selling faster than I had thought possible. I’d made enough money in the last two days alone to begin to set aside a decent amount to continue not only making more jewelry, but to begin paying Beaux back for the paid lease on my building.
A week from Wednesday, my furniture would arrive from Iowa and I could finally move into my own place.
The past week had been insanely busy while the Rough Riders had been preparing for another preseason game coming up the next day. They were preparing to play last year’s Super Bowl champions, and Oliver and Beaux had both spent the week acting like this preseason game was the AFC Championship game.
Not that I could blame them. The Seahawks had beaten the Rough Riders in the final playoff game last year, pushing them toward their Super Bowl win. The men—the entire team, it sounded like—were out for blood, and Beaux’s natural competitive instincts wanted to be the one to take them there.
