Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(293)

Oh, fuck.

He pushes me back against the stone parapet of the roof terrace, tugging the blanket from my shoulders and letting it pool around our feet as his hands slide up my sides. I’m barely wearing anything - just a thin t-shirt and panties, and I’m suddenly nervous about someone seeing us, or coming up to the roof.

“Wait, let’s-”

“I’m not waiting another second with you,” He groans into my lips, and suddenly he’s darting away from me to the door back down to the hotel and jamming a metal garden chair against it. I’m giggling at how fast he solves that little problem, but then I’m moaning as he’s right back at me, his presence surrounding me, his scent filling my nose, and his lips trailing over my skin. He yanks the shirt from my head, his eyes dropping to my chest right before his lips do. I gasp as he wraps his lips around one pink pebbled nipple, running his tongue over it as he presses the hardness in his pants against me.

And I want him; I want all of him deep inside me right there and right then, more than I’ve ever wanted anything like that in my life. I’m tearing at his pants, thrusting my hands inside to wrap my fingers around his thickness as he hisses into my neck. I’m stroking him with one hand as I shove his pants down, and he’s stripping my panties off my legs. And then he’s right there between them, the head of him brushing against my lips and making me whimper.

There’s no foreplay here, and none necessary. Because this is the culmination of a year of teasing; a year of waiting and denying ourselves and lying to ourselves about wanting it in the first place. And when he rolls the condom over his throbbing hard cock and eases the head back into me, it’s like we’re right back where we were when it was good; right back to bliss.

My legs wrap around him, my arms clinging to his rippling back and shoulders, and with a growl, he’s buried every single inch of his cock inside me in one thrust. We cry out together, both of us missing this so much; both of us finding peace together after a year of denying it. And I’m clinging to him, moaning his name and loving the animal in his eyes as he drives into me again and again with powerful thrusts. I’m rocking my hips to meet him, feeling his muscled chest and abdomen pressing hotly against me, and when his hand drops to our joining and his fingers begin rub over my aching clit, I know I’m done.

When I come, it’s like everything held back for a year, and everything pent up before then even, comes pouring out of me at once, and I’m screaming into his mouth and losing myself in him as I feel him erupt inside of me.

And it’s perfect. After a year of being gone, a year of wandering with no map and no directions, I know I’m home.





16





Bryce




She’s giggling later as I wrap her in the blanket and carry her back down to our room.

“What if someone sees us!” She hisses, shooting a look at my own totally naked body before jerking her head around at the totally empty hallway.

“Let ‘em see, then,” I grin. And in that moment, with this girl back in my arms like this, smiling at me like that, with her eyes flashing at me just like they used to, I honestly don’t care. Let them see our scars, our ink, and the stories writ upon our bodies.

We fucked on the roof, like making up for lost time. But as soon as I close the door to the room behind me, I know it’s going to be different this time. This time, I’m going to make love to her, and I’m going to take my time.

I’m lowering her down onto the bed, blankets and all, and just staring at this fucking angel laying back like she is, propped up on her elbows. My eyes follow the flowing inked lines of the sleeve tattoo that adorns her arm; past the words from the Warren Zevon song, around the etched outline of Texas, and even over the round scars that dot her skin - all parts of the stories that make this girl who she is, and part of what I fucking love about her. She gives me a strange, almost shy look as I stand there just taking her in, and she’s opening her mouth to say something but I just shake my head as I climb onto the bed above her.

And then I’m kissing her; kissing her with everything I fucking have and making sure I sear it hot across her mouth. She moans into me, arching her body to meet mine, and I can feel myself responding to the heat of her. I’m drifting down lower, teasing her with my tongue and my fingertips as I spread her legs and move between them. I take my time, running my tongue across her pussy before slipping it deep inside. I’m hungry for her honey, for her sweetness and for her release as I curl my tongue around her clit and gently coax her higher and higher. I’m teasing every single inch of her pussy, her ass, and her thighs, my lips sucking gently on her clit as she rolls like an ocean wave. She’s bucking beneath me, her hands pushing through my hair and her mouth open in a silent scream as I feel her start to tighten around my probing finger.