“You shouldn’t be holding my weight like that. We need to change positions,” Leeann said while her hands lifted my shirt, and her hands made contact with my skin. I groaned at the contact. Change positions?
“Leeann,” I tried to get her attention, but she was trying to lift my shirt now. I cradled her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me. When I was sure I had her attention, I added, “Leeann, I’m trying to do the right thing here. You invited me over to relax with you…”
“After. I’m sure I’ll be very relaxed after…” Her hands had a firm grip on my shirt as she whipped it over my head. Standing there in her entryway, naked from the waist up, my brain finally caught up with what she was saying. And thank God, because the second she pulled her top off, and my eyes caught sight of black lace … I was toast.
My skin was over-stimulated, almost itchy, and looking for relief. I needed to feel his skin against mine. The minute his shirt was off, and my eyes were able to feast on his muscled chest, my body heat jumped off the charts. Shedding my own top quickly, I leaned into him. Jonathan groaned, and his rough hands found the curve of my waist, pulling me tightly against him.
“Leeann…” he said my name on a moan. He looked as if he was having some kind of internal battle for the briefest moment before his lips slammed down to cover mine. I let the kiss consume me. The combination of his warm, masculine scent, the firm grip of his hands, and the tension I felt in his shoulder muscles as they held onto me, brought a tidal wave of sensation over me. Over both of us. With a gentle nudge, I moved us away from the doorway.
With lips still connected, Jonathan let me lead him farther into my apartment. Blindly, I led us past the hall and toward the couch. I was about to push Jonathan down and climb on top when he managed to speak around my lips, “No … not the couch.”
His lips moved across my jaw, making a beeline for that sensitive spot he found last night. When he found it, a shiver worked its way down my body. Finally finding my voice, I said, “Why not the couch? It’s closest.”
My fingers scored through his hair, holding his lips against my neck. When he growled against it, I really did fear testing that whole spontaneous-human-combustion theory as tiny sparks ignited along the surface of my skin. They all began to coalesce at the center of my body before shooting downward.
“Your bed, Leeann. Now.”
The tone of his voice had me nodding like a mindless idiot again, and I began to back us up. I apparently wasn’t fast enough, because Jonathan pulled his lips away from my neck and scanned the apartment. His gaze landed on the hallway, and he spun me around to face it. I let out a very girly squeak of surprise that turned into a moan when I felt the heat of his hard chest against my back. Momentarily I cursed my bra that prevented me from feeling him against all of my skin. But forgiveness soon followed when I felt Jonathan unhook it for me.
The straps of my bra fell down the sides of my arms and rested there as Jonathan’s hands found my shoulders. My breath caught in my throat as the anticipation nearly choked me. My heart thundered in my chest as I awaited that first contact.
When my bra fell to the floor, I became lightheaded. And when Jonathan’s hands found my ribcage, before sliding forward and cupping my breasts, I thought I might pass out. Those tiny sparks didn’t bother hovering on my skin, they shot downward, lighting everything in their path on fire. Letting out a shaky breath, I closed my eyes and dropped my head back against his shoulder.
As the weight of my breasts filled his hands, he whispered against my ear, “Fucking. Perfect.”
The words were said breathlessly, and he punctuated each syllable. Goosebumps broke out all over as his breath feathered against my neck, and I knew my body couldn’t handle much more. We hadn’t even made it to the damn bedroom yet. If only I could get my body to move.
I knew her tits were perfect the first day I laid eyes on her. But even knowing that, I wasn’t prepared for how perfect they would feel. Like they were made for my hands. How fucking cliché was that? Cliché or not, a wave of primal male urges rose up in me, and, before I knew it, I was moving us down the hall. If I didn’t get her in her bedroom soon, I was going to bend her over the nearest piece of furniture.
Not like I hadn’t done that before with other girls. A quick, hot fuck could be quite satisfying, but not this time. I was impressed that my lust-riddled brain was functioning enough to understand that this needed to be different. Everything about Leeann was different. I needed to do this right, and I wanted to take it all in.
I had no idea which room was Leeann’s, so as I propelled us down the hall with an urgency that would be embarrassing if I wasn’t feeling the same thing radiating off her, I asked, “Which one?”
The rough sound of my voice surprised me. I was in foreign territory here and dangerously close to being part of an embarrassing statistic.
“The left one,” she said before turning in my arms, wrapping them around my neck and dragging us into her room.
“God, Leeann…” I managed to mumble as my hands dug into her hair. Using her hair, I pulled her head back and dipped my head down as her hands worked to unbutton my pants. My tongue slid along the length of her collarbone before meeting the hollow of her throat. Pressing my lips there, I felt her breath stutter against my hair. And when my tongue stroked a path down to finally taste her breasts, it felt like her breathing had stopped entirely.
A nip to her nipple and a gasp later, her hands had abandoned my jeans to hold my head against her. Not that I was going anywhere soon. Well, other than the bed. Walking her back toward it again, I continued my task of tasting all I could reach. Lowering her slowly, she maintained her grip on my head, taking me down with her. Kneeling with my good knee, I slipped my hands under her arms and moved her fully onto the bed.
She startled at the movement, and I lifted my head and stared down at her. Her thick brown hair was falling out of the messy bun it had been in. Her gazed looked unfocused, and she was panting as we stared at each other. Reaching up, I attempted to remove her hair tie, but I wasn’t fast enough. Leeann took over and flung her hair back so it was laying spread out above her head.
This was why men loved long hair. Not because we wanted to be bossy assholes, but because of the erotic ideas it provoked. I fought the urge to gather it all in my hand to wrap my fist around it. Barely. But the sight of her dark hair, the look in her eyes, her bare skin… “You’re fucking perfect, Leeann.”
Her smile was slow and sweet, taking her from sex goddess to angel. Jesus, I am long gone with this girl.
“You’re pretty sexy yourself,” she purred as her smile turned to a smirk. “But there’s still more to see.”
I watched as her hands slipped down to the waistband of her pants. She untied the drawstring and then slowly started sliding them down. I caught a brief glimpse of black lace to match the previously discarded bra, before they, too, began their slow, torturous descent. Pushing myself up, I gave her more room as her long legs curled into the space between us, blocking me from my target. As her pants moved down her thighs, then over the bend of her knees, I watched as more and more of her skin was exposed. I couldn’t do anything but watch. This was the shit dreams, and possible some pornos, were made of.
I stood, still watching the mesmerizing sight of her, as my hands blindly found my zipper, pulling it down as her pants found the curve of her ankles. She paused, and so did my breathing. It was hardly a striptease, yet it was so much more. When I opened my fly, she lowered her pants more. Toeing off my shoes, she removed one of her feet. My hands went to the waist of my pants and gripped them, while she removed her other foot.
Tossing her pants to the floor, she said, “Your move, soccer player.” And then she slowly slid her long legs out in front of her. The entire length of her naked body was stretched out before me, and all plausible thought escaped me. Quickly, my pants were shoved to the ground, and I retrieved the condom from the pocket before releasing them from my grasp. Almost robotically, I
put it on, keeping my eyes on Leeann. She positioned herself on her elbows and watched my every move. I couldn’t help the satisfied grin I was wearing. Was there anything hotter than seeing that look on a woman’s face? The kind that said she wanted to devour you, too.
Leeann’s eyes found mine, and she smirked again before slowly spreading her legs in silent invitation.
Needing to eliminate the space between us, I dropped down on top of her, my body fitting perfectly between her legs. My breath escaped on a hiss at the sensation of her hot skin pressing against mine. Breathing slowly through my mouth, I opened my eyes and found hers. I blatantly slid my dick against all those sensitive parts of hers to make sure I had her attention. “Whose move is it now?”
With strength I was surprised I had at the moment—maybe it was all the sexual energy coursing through my body—I planted one foot on the bed and rolled us. Staring down at a shocked Jonathan, he mumbled, “What the fuck…” and I gave him a devious smile. Positioning myself on my knees over him, I gripped his erection. His hands went to my hips, and he hissed as I slowly slid down onto him. My hair fell around us as I leaned forward, resting my hands on his chest. When he opened his eyes, his grip on me tightened.
“You should’ve made your move when you had the chance, soccer player. Looks like I’m in control now.” I was gloating … and shamelessly grinding myself on him. He grit his teeth just before one of his hands reached up and circled the back of my neck. Pulling my face down to meet his, he held my hips still from grinding any more.
His breath skittered along my face as his eyes searched mine. A second later he whispered, “You’re right about one thing: I have no control right now. But that doesn’t mean I won’t score,” he punctuated the word with a firm pelvic thrust, masking me gasp before he added, “over and over again.”
Each word was drug out to align with the movement of his hips, and then he pulled my lips against his. Taking control of every part of me. His tongue invaded my mouth and began thrusting in sync with those talented hips. And all I could do was take it. All I wanted to do was take it.
Jonathan let go of my hips in favor of my breasts, which allowed me to move above him. My thrusts met his, and together we set a rhythm. As my body tightened around his, I felt his movements pick up pace. My body ignited, exploding in a million different directions. I no longer had control as sensations took over and had me floating in a sea of pleasure.
Beneath me, the beautiful lines of Jonathan’s face hardened. His jaw clenched, the cords of his neck tightened, and his eyes locked with mine. I watched as he lost that last bit of control he was clinging to and groaned his pleasure into the air around us.
Collapsing on top of him, both of us were breathless. Panting. I closed my eyes and listened to his heart thumping wildly in his chest. His strong arms wrapped around my back, holding me against him. We didn’t speak for a few moments, but as the silence stretched out, I couldn’t contain the smartass in me from coming out. “So, what happens when it’s a tied game? ‘Cause clearly we both scored.”
Jonathan laughed, his chest rumbling under my cheek. Lifting my head, I gave him a shy smile as I waited for his answer.
When that sly smirk of his appeared, I knew I was in for it. He rolled us over, and, planting himself firmly on top of me, he said, “Overtime, baby.”
Something jostled the bed, waking me. One eye crept open in time to see Leeann’s bare ass before it was hidden by the shirt she slipped on. Propping myself on an elbow, I watched as she tip-toed her way toward the bedroom door. The motion was exaggerated, like you’d see a cartoon character doing. It was hilarious, especially since it was like she was escaping a one-night stand, in her own bedroom.
“You know,” I started, and she squeaked and jumped, her arms slapping down at her sides as she spun around to look at me. “Walking like that doesn’t make you any quieter.”
She lifted her hand to her chest and closed her eyes on a deep breath. “You scared the shit out of me. I’m begging you … never do that again.”
“Mmm, begging … I like that. Do that some more,” I insisted with a grin before adding, “But come closer. In fact, you should be begging while sitting on my lap.”
She let out a quiet laugh. “Stop. I need to check and see if Mari’s home. I can’t remember if I chained the door or not. There will be some serious hell to pay if I did.”
I put my hand out, silently asking her to come back to me. “I heard her come in some time ago. She mumbled something about headphones, then I heard her TV come on.”
Leeann’s posture relaxed as she sighed.
“Okay, good,” she said as she walked back to me. I sat up and when her hand found mine, I guided her onto my lap.
Her arms rested on my shoulders, and she smiled down at me. “There, that’s better. I like you right there,” I admitted as I wrapped my arms around her back.
She giggled slightly, shifting herself to wrap her legs around my waist. “I like you right there, too.”
Definitely better. My nose found its way into the crook of her neck, and I took a deep, satisfying breath. “Mmm, you smell good.”
“I doubt that.” She shook her head as her fingers began running through my hair, scoring my scalp. Fuck, I loved that. I pulled my face away from her neck.
“It’s true. You smell like cherries.” I took an exaggerated breath as if I tasted the air before adding, “…and sex.”
“Gross.” She shoved my shoulder and tried to get off me, but I held on. “What exactly does sex smell like.”
Grinning at her, I shrugged. “Not sure how to describe it. But I can tell you it’s hot.”
She snorted, a delicate sound that I’d never thought would be attractive, and then maneuvered herself off my lap. Flopping herself down onto the mattress, I followed her, positioning myself directly up against her side.
Leeann watched me watching her. My hand absentmindedly ran its way up and down her side, taking in the soft, warm skin. The silence stretched between us, but it didn’t feel awkward. At least to me it didn’t. I could only assume Leeann felt the same based on the relaxed look she was wearing. After a few moments, she tilted her head to the side, as if considering something before saying, “It’s almost midnight.”
It was a statement that was clearly leading into something, but I wasn’t sure what. Then it occurred to me that it might be her way of kicking me out for the night. That shit is not happening. So I got more comfortable. Giving her my best matter-of-fact look, I dropped my head to the pillow. Sliding my arm under hers, I pulled her against me, repositioning her to her side. Eliminating any and all space between us, I snuggled firmly against her and said, “You’re right; it’s getting late, and you have to work in the morning. We should get some sleep.”
I felt her laugh a little before her body relaxed completely. When her hand rested over mine, our fingers intertwined, and she sighed. “You know your arm is going to go dead like this, right?”
Of course she was right. My history of relationships didn’t often put me in this situation, yet here I was being the instigator. And it didn’t bother me one bit. Smiling into her hair, I sighed in response before adding, “It’s totally worth it.”
“Good night, Jonathan.”
“Good night, Leeann.”
Stuffed and uncomfortable: that best described how I currently felt. But it was so worth it. Not sure I’d be thinking that during my workout later, but now I was going with it. It was my work’s employee Christmas party … or luncheon. At first, I thought it was chintzy to have a lunch and not a dinner party or something like that. But the unexpected bonus check I just slid into my bag had me recanting all previous judgmental thoughts.
Despite my disappointment of not being able to have lunch with Jonathan, I was smiling when Marla buzzed the intercom to tell me I had a patient waiting for me. Not just any patient, I thought. My sexy-soccer-guy. The one who just so happened to keep me warm all night long. Damn, it was hard to climb out of bed
this morning. Probably would’ve been even harder if he hadn’t have climbed out right after me, giving me the adorable, and strangely sexy, pouty lip when I told him he couldn’t shower with me.
By some miracle I stood my ground, and he left me alone to shower. I’d come out to find him looking through a photo album from my college years. You know, the kind you didn’t take out to show company. When I pulled it away from him to safely return it to the shelf over my desk, I gave him a scolding look, to which he retorted, “If you don’t want me going through your stuff, you should keep a closer eye on me. You know, like in the shower.”
I made my way back to the treatment bays, where I found Jonathan sitting on his usual table. When he lifted his head from his phone and spotted me, he let that slow, sexy smile spread across his face. It was there for a few moments before he reined it in and looked around, making sure nobody else had seen it. Up until that moment, he had never done anything that could tip anyone off to us being involved outside of my work. I answered his smile with one of my own, hoping to put him at ease.
“Hey Coach, I wasn’t sure where you wanted me to start today, so I figured I’d just hang out right here and wait for you to boss me around.” He smirked when he said it, bringing out that ever-playful side.
Dropping onto the stool, I smiled as I rubbed the massage lotion between my hands. Gesturing for him to roll up his pant leg for me, I responded, “Boss you around? Is that like when I think I’m in control … yet I’m not?”
Jonathan’s eyes got wide, and his nostrils flared. I grinned as I let my hands go to work on his knee. He apparently didn’t have a response to my comment, which was fine considering we were at my work. Looks like I am in control. For the moment.
Using my thumbs, I applied equal pressure and began kneading the muscles that surrounded his injured knee. I worked on it in silence for a few minutes, until I switched to a spot below his knee, and I felt him wince a little. Looking up, I raised my eyebrow in question as I repeated the maneuver a little softer. His eyebrows lowered, and he frowned at his knee.
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