My instincts took over as I moved over his shaft, swirling my tongue, sucking, licking until he was thrusting deep into my throat. I cupped his balls and he growled.
I don’t know how it happened, but even with one hand, he was stronger than me. He forced me upright until I was straddling him. I sank onto his cock, taking it deep inside me. I rocked harder and harder against him.
“Oh, God,” I cried. “It’s so intense like this.” I closed my eyes as my body took over.
“Fuck me, baby. Hard,” he commanded, grinning as he watched my tits bounce as I lost all control.
I couldn’t stop. There was fire between my legs and with him inside me, all I could think about were the sensations exploding through my skin. I forgot the second condom. I forgot he was a womanizing playboy. I rode him harder and harder, driving us to the next cliff, not knowing what would happen if we fell off the cliff. Only knowing that as long as Wes was inside me, I’d do anything to keep him there.
He twisted my nipple between his fingers and I screamed as my orgasm began to shatter through my veins.
It was an intensity I’d never had as he pushed up, releasing inside of me, sealing our bodies together with the sweat of sex, the pulsing of our limbs, the kisses that stole my breath. He reached for my neck, bringing my lips to his, as he pumped everything he had inside me. My mouth sucked at his as our orgasms claimed us both, and the heat of his release spread through me like lava. I finally dropped onto his chest with exhaustion.
He traced my spine with his fingers as he kissed my forehead.
“I might have been wrong about something.”
I closed my eyes. “What?”
“I lied to you, Lennon.” It was the first time he used my first name. It somehow sounded endearing coming from his lips. Those dirty lips that had licked me raw. I sat forward. I felt the anger start to creep in my chest.
“What? What lie?”
“There’s no way this is a one-time deal.” He grinned.
I couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto my face. “Well, so far it’s already been a two-time deal.” I giggled. I couldn’t remember the last time a sound like that had come from my lips. I wasn’t a giggly girl.
“True. And I think it’s about to be a three-time deal.” He slapped my ass, singeing his handprint into my flesh.
My eyes widened. There was no way I could do that again. I was sore and raw. And I felt the come oozing between my legs. That was a mistake. Condom next time, for sure.
He chuckled. “Dinner first?”
I nodded. My stomach was rumbling. Wes hopped from the bed and threw a T-shirt in my direction. “You can wear this. Meet you in the kitchen.
I had dinner ordered in.”
I watched as he slid on his pants and walked out of the bedroom half-naked. I had just had the best sex of my entire life and my body was still humming from it. I slipped on the shirt that smelled like Wes and padded out to the kitchen.
9
Wes
“Fuck, no. You are not running that play on Monday night.” I slammed my good fist down on the table in the conference room.
“It’s not your call, Wes. You’re not starting. Cosech is our starter tomorrow night.” Coach Howell wiggled his visor back and forth. I could tell he was nervous as hell.
“I don’t care if the kicker takes over. That play won’t work.” I closed the notebook that I had used all season. It was my Bible. It was what won games for the Wranglers.
“Look, I know you’re not exactly excited to sit this game out, but we still need your input. We have a bye next week and then…”
“And then I’ll be back.”
Coach looked at my broken hand. “We’re lucky the press didn’t do any digging on your hand. They seem to accept the sprained wrist update in the press report. Has Dr. Ashworth cleared you to play?”
“She will. It’s not going to be a problem.”
“The AFA is going to need a signed letter from her. You know the protocol.”