“Is this what you wear to your away games?” She flicks my tie, and I flinch at that small touch.
“Yeah. Coach’s rules. Suit coat and tie for away games. Dress pants and button down for home. Tie’s optional then.” I recite the rules but my attention focuses on one thing and one thing only. Taking the jersey off Ellie.
“You look hot in a suit.”
“You look hot in my jersey. You’d look better with it off.”
I reach down and whip it over her head. I’m staggered by her gorgeousness. Tipping my head back, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Shit, Ellie, I won’t last.”
“I think that’s the whole point.” She giggles—a girlish, strange sound coming from her. At my look, she sighs. “I'm nervous, like this is my first time.”
Thank Christ.
“It is.” I reach for her, allowing myself to only touch her hair. “It's your first time with me. You aren't ever sleeping with another guy. Okay?”
I say it lightly, but it’s not a joke to me. No way can I imagine Ellie with another guy or me with another girl.
“So, you plan to ruin me for all other men?”
“That’s the plan.” I’m dead serious. I’m also done talking.
I reach for her and we go at each other: mouth, hands, legs. She rips at my shirt, and I feel the buttons give way. It’s fucking hot how she’s attacking me as if she can’t wait for me to be inside her. I help her as much as I can while still holding her against me. Somehow, we get my clothes off and I sweep my hands under her ass until she hooks her legs around my waist. I nearly break a leg sprinting to the bedroom.
“Since I’ve got almost no self-control, baby, we’ll see to you first.”
“Oh, Knox.” She pulls me down on top of her and starts sprinkling kisses on my face. “I missed you and I’m desperately horny. Please don’t make me wait another minute.”
“You are not helping,” I admonish sternly. I take her wandering, magical hands and shackle them under one of mine. There are benefits to being bigger than her. I reach between us and slide my fingers down the front of her *. “Does it feel good?”
Because Christ, it feels good to me. I think of Hammer’s grotesque feet. Try to conjure up the smell of old socks and jock sweat. Anything to keep me from spewing onto her sheets. She is so soft. Must not think about how soft she is or how wet my fingers are.
I whimper silently.
“Yes. Yes, it feels so good.”
“Tell me how to make it better.” I’m determined that she has one orgasm before me because I know it will be over for me within about five seconds of getting inside of her. Hell, five seconds might be optimistic.
She dips her hand between her legs and rubs in circles. I watch her, memorizing her touch and then take over. I must do something right because she arches up, thrusting against my hand.
I lick my lips, remembering how it felt to have her on my tongue, and I dive between her legs. “You smell amazing.” I let the scent of her fill my nose, my head, my lungs. I inhale until every intake of air is scented with her musk. She quivers beneath me. Her parts are shiny and slick and the taste of her is everything against my tongue. I want to eat her up before and after every meal. I test my tongue against her body. How she likes the flat part. How she likes it arrowed and hard and lashing against that tiny piece of flesh that begs to get sucked and bit and soothed.
Her hands dig into my scalp and pull hard.
“What is it? Am I doing something wrong?” I jerk up, my lips coated with her.
“Don't stop!” she cries.
Ah gotcha. She’d tugged me closer, not away. I duck down to hide my smug smile. I must have done something right.
“I know that shoving your face between my legs is not cool but, holy hell, Knox, what you’re doing to me…”
She sounds amazed. I love that. She's having her own first. Both of my heads swell bigger.
“No, baby. This is awesome. Fuck my face,” I order her.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
I don’t need to tell her twice. Her thighs clamps round my ears and she grinds down on my tongue.
“Oh, Knox, your fingers…use your fingers.”
“Where, baby?” I like her telling me how to make her feel good. She’s coaching me to do my best and I’ve never wanted to perform so well my entire life.
“Inside of me.” She pulls on my hair and thrashes her head from side to side. “My clit. Everywhere. I need you everywhere!” The last word comes out a thin, reedy cry.
When I slide my first finger inside of her, I nearly come all over her nice rug.
God.
Fuck.
Christ.
The wet heat of her against my hand has me nearly coming. Sex with Ellie requires more discipline than anything in my entire life.
She’s so tight. I have a moment of panic. Will I fit inside her? Peering up, I check in with her. She’s grimacing but it doesn’t appear like it’s in pain because she’s pushing against me.