Her tongue tangles with my own and if I wasn’t hard before, it’s now painfully obvious to me that I am. I back her up to the wall of her shower, planting my hands on the tiles on either side of her face. She looks up at me through water soaked eye lashes and runs her hands down my abs, resting on the head of my dick.
I reach a hand up to her breasts, enjoying the feeling of her nipples tightening against my fingers. I kiss my way down her neck to her perfect pair of tits. She pushes herself off the wall, offering them to me. I swirl my tongue around her nipple. Her fingers dig into my hair, holding me to her.
Her fingers wrap around my dick and she tries to position me at her entrance.
“Come on,” she says, panting. “Let’s go.”
“Greedy this morning,” I tease.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” she purrs.
One hand still on her breasts, I let the other fall between her legs. Slipping into her, she’s wet and more than ready.
She hooks one leg over my hip and I shift my hold of her. Gripping her ass, she wraps her other leg around me. Using the wall for support, she guides me into her and lets out a low hiss as she sinks down. Unable to help myself, I thrust up into her.
A moan escapes her throat and it only serves to drive me crazier. Being with Shelby is like stealing home. It’s a nail-biting experience of adrenaline and hope. A no-holds-barred play that will either be everything or nothing. There is nothing I want more in the world than to keep plunging my cock into Shelby’s tight *.
Her kisses are as intoxicating as the small whimpers that lodge in the back of her throat.
I keep one hand on her hip and one on the wall next her head. I clench my hands, knuckles going white as the pleasure builds in me, ready for a release. Her arms wrap around my neck.
There are a million things I want to try with her. This could just be the start of something great.
She cups my face with one hand and looks me in the eye as I drive into her over and over again. I revel in the feel of her skin against mine and drink in the tiny whimpers she makes as she tries to hold out as long as possible.
Her hips meet me thrust for thrust.
I peel her hand from my face and hold it tight against the wall. Her fingers dig into mine. Nothing about her body wants to let me go. Her *’s tight and grips me like a vice. A burn settles in right at the base of my spine.
With my free hand, I reach down and finger her clit, eliciting another low hiss of pleasure from her. She only lasts a few strokes before I feel her * clench around me. With a strangled cry, she comes, arching her back off the tiled walls; her free hand rakes down my back and the other crushes mine.
I don’t last much longer. My balls tighten and I know I am about to explode in her
“Come for me, Knox,” she whispers.
It’s all it takes to push me over the edge. All that control, gone with just one request from this woman. I come inside her, her * milking me for all its worth.
I stay there in that moment with her. The water’s run cold by this time. I lean my forehead against hers. Her breasts press against my chest as she tries to catch her breath.
“Fuck, this isn’t fair,” she breathes. Not usually what I am used to hearing after another round of great sex.
“Something you wanna share with the group?” I ask.
She wiggles in my arms, trying to get down. Slowly I let her down, slipping out of her. She reaches blindly for the faucet and flicks off the water. She’s still shaky on her feet but holds onto the wall for support.
“You’re really trying to change my mind about baseball players aren’t you?” she says.
“Judging by the way you just screamed, I have already.”
Shelby walks out of the shower and grabs a towel, wrapping it around herself before she grabs a rubber band from a jar by the sink. Pulling her dark hair up, she snaps it into a ponytail. “When’s your flight?”
I wince and wipe water out of my face, grabbing a towel, and dispose of the condom. “Noon,” I say, my head still caught up in what happened in the shower.
“Then you better get going.” She gives me a flirty smile. “Who knows if that car of yours will last?”
I laugh, my tension easing. She’s right, this was fun while it lasted, but we’ve both got our real lives waiting. Still, that doesn’t mean we can’t go out with a bang.
“I’ve got another ten minutes before I need to leave,” I tell her, advancing. “That’s more than enough time to make you come again. Twice.”
*
I walk into Atlanta Hartsfield Airport to catch my flight and am confronted with an ad for the Falcons. The copy has Shelby’s sass and tough as nails exterior written in every word. The women of New York can’t hold a candle to Shelby’s wit and certainly not to the way she feels under my hands—all that energy and passion, just looking for an outlet. Shelby was right and I know it, but there’s a part of me that wishes I’d still grabbed her number.
My phone goes off and for a split second I think it might be Shelby, that somehow she got my number. But I’m wrong—it’s my manager.
“Hey, Joe,” I say, passing through the terminal.
“Cooper, my man, how’s it going?”