“While I’m young?” he prods. “Besides, who begged me for—” He actually makes air quotes on my bumcheeks. “—filthy, dirty sex?”
“You can’t use a drunk girl’s words against her!” I squeak. I will never touch tequila again as long as I live.
Jason lifts his head off the pillow, strains forward, then tugs me once again. His eager mouth lands on my lower belly, those hot lips searing my skin and his whiskers refusing to allow his kiss to be a gentle thing. “Give it to me,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “I want it so bad.”
The scrape of desperation in his voice is what finally breaks down my inhibitions. I inch forward on my knees until his hungry mouth finds my pussy. The sound I make when his lips first brush my clit is a high, keening thing.
His answering moan vibrates through my belly as he gentles his tongue against my body and tastes me in slow, reverent strokes.
Ten seconds in, I’m already a convert. I grip the headboard and hover above him with eager glee. He has a firm grip on my hips, tugging me closer whenever I retreat.
“So sweet,” he rasps against my skin between kisses. His naughty tongue is urging me towards climax. Every stroke is a revelation.
My eyes slam shut, and all my muscles lock up tight, preparing for a wave of glory. But it doesn’t come. Instead, I find that I’ve been lifted just out of reach.
“Not yet, baby,” he rasps.
“That’s just mean.” I open my eyes and look down at his heavy-lidded eyes and wild hair. I’ve made a mess of him. A wonderful mess.
He slaps me on the ass—an actual slap—and then grabs the strip of condoms. “Break one of these off.”
I take them with shaky fingers and tear the strip.
“Open it.”
I try, but he doesn’t like my progress because he drops me onto his body and opens it himself.
The next five seconds are very eventful. Without moving me out of the way, somehow Jason reaches down, rolls on that condom, and then lines me up just right. And I gasp as he jacks his hips up and fills me in one smooth stroke.
My mouth is open on a silent oh as I stretch to accommodate him. My head falls to his shoulder and I squeeze my eyes shut as my body hugs him everywhere.
Athletes. Wow.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, his hands on my hips. He rolls us to the side, and everything stops for a second except for my pounding heart. His big brown eyes blink at me once. “You were right.”
“I was?” I can’t figure out what he means, because I’m too dazzled by this perfect moment. My skin sings everywhere we’re touching, which is lots of places.
“You said we’d be really good together.”
“Oh.” It’s true. His strong arm loops under my knee and lifts it high on his hip, spreading me wider. I shiver at the boldness of it. “Well, duh,” I say against his lips.
Then he thrusts his hips. Hard. And I don’t say anything intelligible for quite a while.
18
Jason
You don’t make it in professional sports without a lot of willpower. Every big-league player knows how to control his body and how to deny himself.
Every one of them but me, apparently.
Kiss after scorching kiss, thrust after crazy thrust, I’m driving us where we both need to go. I feel wild. And whatever willpower I used to possess floats away on Heidi’s desperate moans. I roll again, laying her flat on the bed, spreading her body beneath me.
Lord. I’m fucking an angel. It’s not just that she’s young and pretty and so tight I may lose my mind. It’s the way she watches me with those big, impressionable eyes—like she doesn’t want to miss a thing. Like I know all the secrets.
If only.
I’m breaking all my rules right now. Every one of them. But man does she make me feel worthy. Her fingers stroke my hair with reverence. Her mouth is sweet and welcoming. And I’m the brute who’s helping himself to all these riches.
It’s so good to be bad.
I bear down on her until Heidi’s kisses get sloppy and her breathing comes quicker. “You’re close,” I rasp in her ear.
“Yes,” she pants. “Yes. Harder.”
Jesus. “Not yet, you hot thing.” I force myself to slow down, torturing both of us.
She groans and grips my biceps in two hands, straining upward to get more from me. Her pink lips form a perfect “O” as she reaches for her climax. It’s so sexy that I might come just from the look on her face.
That’s when I pull out.
Heidi looks up at me with unhappy eyes. “Why?” she demands.
“Grab the headboard,” I order.
She rolls over slowly, like she’s forgotten how her limbs work. She kneels in front of the headboard and takes it in two hands.
“Good girl,” I whisper, coming up behind her. In the window’s reflection, I see her big eyes watching me. Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breathing. I take her hips in my hands and fill her again.
The tight clench of her body is everything, and I let out another groan. I thought maybe I could last longer if I couldn’t see her face. The problem is that I can. The lamp is on. If there’s anyone in the office building across the street—not likely on a Saturday night—he’s going to get an eyeful.
But I love watching that angelic face as she bites her lip and then tips her head back to rest it on my shoulder. I rock forward in slow, deep strokes. Her silky hair tickles my chest, and its clean scent wafts around me.
It’s too much of everything good. I’m yearning for release. I wrap my arms around her, cupping soft breasts in my hands. “Are you ready?” I whisper. “You’re going to get it so good.”
“Please,” she whimpers, and the sound makes my balls impossibly tight. I take one of her hands off the headboard, guide it down between her legs, and press it against the place of our joining.
Then, digging deep, I pick up the pace, pinning her body to mine, thrusting in measured strokes. I flatten her palm against her pussy and brace it there. “Take it,” I pant. “Let me feel you get there.”
Heidi makes a desperate noise. My whole body is tight and straining. I actually clench my jaw to hold myself back.
“Oh!” she sobs. And then everything gets impossibly wet and tight and perfect. She tenses around me, and I can’t wait any more. I relax onto my haunches, tugging her body onto mine, pinning her onto my cock as I shudder through my climax.
She turns her head to find my mouth with a deep, sloppy kiss. And I’m ready. I dive right in, but wrapping my arms around her destabilizes me, and we tip to the side. I tuck her face against mine as we go over, landing on the bed, luckily, and not rolling onto the floor.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, and then falls silent. My arm is still wrapped around her body, so I can feel her pounding heart. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” I say, all my eloquence burned away by the hottest, most desperate sexual experience I’ve had with anyone since… Yeah. I steer my brain away from that thought.
And it isn’t too difficult, because Heidi flops her exhausted body around and kisses me senseless.
Eventually we fall asleep, wrapped up around each other in the center of my bed. For a few hours my slumber is completely dreamless.
“Castro? Are you awake because…whoa.”
It takes a second for Silas’s voice to penetrate my consciousness. I pick up my head and say just one word. “Out.”
“Fine,” my roommate says. “But there are these things called doors…” He pulls mine shut behind himself.
“Uh-oh,” says Heidi from face-down in my pillow.
I glance at her, and while her bare back and my bare ass make it perfectly obvious that we’re both very naked, none of her important parts are exposed.
Too sleepy to care about Silas—or about my newly complicated friendship with Heidi—I fall back onto the pillow again. I have to get up and head for the airport, but the bed is warm and when I stroke my palm down Heidi’s bare bottom, I don’t want to go anywhere at all.
“Airport,” Heidi mumbles.
My hand suddenly stills as I try to take that in. “You’re traveling with the team this time?”