“You’re coming with us, right?” he asked as he reared up on his knees and tore open the box, pulling out a condom.
“Coming with you? I hope to be, real soon.” She laughed and he joined in, loving this joking side of her.
“I mean you need to go to the next play-off game. I want you with me for the rest of the season.” He couldn’t believe he was having a coherent conversation with her, and a serious one, at that. Considering he was minutes from being inside her, he was remarkably calm.
“But…” She bit her lip, her gaze going soft. “I have to work. You really want me to travel with the team?”
“I’ll tell Harvey tomorrow. Until the end of the season, you’re traveling with me.” He tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom onto his cock, wincing at how sensitive he was.
Her gaze dropped to watch him slip on the condom, her expression full of hunger. “Whatever I need to do to make my boyfriend happy, I’m on board.”
Damn. He liked how she used the word “boyfriend” so casually. Despite the pressures from work and his father, he wanted a fucking real life.
And he definitely wanted to spend more time with Aubrey.
Pushing all overwhelming thoughts aside, he leaned over her, bracing his hands on either side of her head, dipping down to give her a kiss. She opened up for him, their tongues tangling lazily, her hips lifting to nudge against his. His cock probed at her entrance, and she spread her legs, allowing him easier access. Access he took advantage of as he pushed inside her.
And nearly made his head explode at feeling her clench around him, so wet and velvety hot.
She moaned as he slid deeper, her hands at his ass, pulling him into her completely. Damn, he felt embedded within her, their bodies fitting perfectly together.
“Oh God,” Aubrey gasped, sounding as overwhelmed as he felt. “Please, Flynn.”
He had no idea what she was really asking for, and maybe she didn’t know, either. But he knew what he wanted—to lose himself in her. She wound her long legs around his hips, sending him about as far inside her warm, welcoming body as he could go, and he started to move. Withdrawing almost completely before he plunged again. Again.
And again.
She urged him on with unintelligible little words, soft pleas, desperate whimpers. He increased his pace, driving into her with all that focused determination he usually saved for the football field, then he shifted to his knees so he could leverage himself better. He clasped her hips in his hands and held her firm. His orgasm barreled down quickly, starting at the base of his spine, settling in his balls, reminding him that he needed to bring her along for the ride.
“You close?” he asked, sliding his hand between them so he could stroke her clit. “Tell me you’re close.” She arched into his touch, the low moan that fell from her lips making his balls draw up tight.
Yeah. He knew he was damn close. Hoped like crazy she felt the same.
“I—I am.” She nodded furiously, sink
ing her teeth into her lower lip. “Touch me a li-little higher.”
He did as she commanded, appreciating that she knew exactly what she wanted and had no problem asking for it. He gave it to her, aiming higher, a little to the left until she was whimpering. “Oh yeah,” she gasped. “Right there.”
Then she was coming, completely shattering apart as her orgasm took over and she trembled beneath him. Her inner walls clenched around him in a rhythmic beat that made him pause.
Damn, she was beautiful.
She moaned his name, her hands squeezing him tight, and he started to move again. Ramming harder, so fast he pushed her up the mattress until the pillows practically fell on top of her head. Aubrey didn’t seem to mind, though. Merely batted them away from her with a breathless little giggle.
The slap of their damp-with-sweat skin was loud in the otherwise quiet of the room. She moaned, encouraged him by whispering his name, and then he was falling apart too, coming so hard he closed his eyes, swore he saw stars behind his lids right before he collapsed on top of her.
Crushing her completely with his heavy weight.
Jesus H. Christ. He’d never come that hard before in his life. Being with this woman just wrung everything out of him, in the best possible way.
He lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, calm his racing heart. A shuddering exhale left him, and he tried to pull away, but she tightened her grip on him, keeping him in place.
“You feel good,” she whispered, her voice muffled against his chest.
Smiling, he kissed the top of her head. “I have to be crushing you.”
“I like it when you crush me.”