Straddling the Line(38)

"Oh, yes. Please."

"Lean back and let me make you come. Then I'm going to fuck you out here."

The thought of it tightened her. She hadn't had a lot of sex in public  places, but she was definitely up for it with Trevor. He made her feel  safe. He'd occasionally take a look around to make sure no one was  driving by in a boat, but she felt the sense of privacy his property  provided for them. And she was aching and more than ready for an orgasm.

She leaned back, bracing herself on her hands on either side of Trevor's  knees. He raised her skirt, smoothing his fingers over her satin  panties.

"These are going to have to go," he said, reaching up to grab the  material at her hips. With a strong grip, he ripped her underwear,  giving her a devilish smile as he pulled the material away and tossed it  onto the deck.         

     



 

"I can't believe you just did that."

"You're going to appreciate it when I do this." He gently strummed his  thumb over her clit, then slid a finger inside her with the other hand,  fucking her while he rubbed her, evoking delicious sensations.

He was right. She didn't care about the ripped panties, only that he  continue touching her, that he stroke her until she was mindless, until  she arched against him, wordlessly begging for more of the sweet slide  of his fingers over her aching flesh.

Haven pushed against his hand, letting her legs fall over the edge of  the chaise to give Trevor better access. His fingers performed magic on  her, taking her right to the precipice in record time. The most erotic  thing was his gaze focused on hers, the eye contact that made their  connection almost painfully intimate, especially here, where she felt  more exposed than ever. And yet she couldn't tear her gaze away from him  as she climaxed, letting out a long moan as he thrust his finger inside  and she clenched around him in the throes of one amazing orgasm.

When she came down from the shuddering high, Trevor lifted up and swept  his hands around her neck, pulling her forward for a shattering kiss  that made her quiver all over.

She clasped her hands over his wrists. "You give me goose bumps."

"The good kind, I hope."

She rubbed her hand over his erection. "The best kind. The kind that makes me want you inside me so you can give me even more."

He drew in a sharp breath, then shifted, pulling a condom out of his pocket. "Let's get you on me."

She smiled, grasped the condom, and opened the wrapper while Trevor  undid his zipper and took out his cock. Now it was Haven's turn to take  in a breath. She wrapped her hand around his shaft. "Not only have I  missed you, I've missed this."

"I feel so used."

She laughed. "Do you?"

"No. Go ahead and use me. Climb onto my cock and fuck me all you want."

She rolled the condom on, then lifted up onto her knees, fitting his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

"That's it," Trevor said, holding the base of his cock so she could balance herself. "Slide onto me."

She inched down, feeling every delicious inch of him fit inside her. She  lifted her skirt so he could watch, his gaze filled with so much heat  it made her nerve endings tingle.

"Every time is like the first time," she said, in awe that she felt such  magic with him. More than physical, she shared a connection with him  that she didn't dare try to fathom. Right now she only wanted to enjoy  this moment, this sensual delight that enveloped her in its grasp and  made her sex quiver and tighten around his cock.

Trevor slid his hands under her skirt, finding her clit and rubbing his  fingers ever so lightly over her as she began to move back and forth. It  was like a dance between the two of them, her body so in tune with his  that she knew exactly how to rock against him to give them both the kind  of pleasure that would make this good for them.

"Yeah, babe, just like that," he said, gripping one of her hips while he  continued to master her clit in a way that sent her spiraling into an  orgasm. She held on to his arms and rolled through the climax that  surprised her, shaking with the aftereffects. She climbed ever higher as  she increased her movements, wanting him to go with her next time.

And when he lifted her T-shirt and dragged it over her head, drawing the  cup of her bra down to capture her nipple between his lips to suck,  she'd never felt such extraordinary sensations before. She grasped his  hair and tugged, holding on for dear life as she squeezed his cock with  her pussy muscles and rocked against him.

"You're going to make me come, Haven. I'm going to come hard in you."

She kissed him, taking possession, her tongue flicking out to tease and tangle with his. "Yes. I need you to come with me."

He cupped her butt and thrust into her, making her burst, and this time,  he buried his face in her neck and came with her, both of them  shuddering. She was wrapped around him, holding him tight when she  rocked through yet another pulsing orgasm, this time feeling his body  thunder with hers.

The aftermath was just as sweet as Trevor smoothed out her skirt and  swept his hands over her back, kissing her neck and lips. They were  tangled up, seemingly everywhere, but Haven liked it like that. And when  he stood, he carried her inside, taking them upstairs, to his room this  time.

She barely registered his impressive king-sized bed as he walked through on his way to the bathroom.

He was right. It was one hell of a shower. All marble tiles and so many  sprays that six people could shower in there. He turned it on and pulled  her inside.         

     



 

"Just how many people shower in here at one time?" she asked as she stepped under one of the sprays to wet her hair.

He laughed. "Just me."

She wasn't going to probe any further, because she didn't care who'd  been here before her. Especially when he washed her hair and soaped her  body, lingering on all the good spots. And when he dropped to his knees,  spread her legs, and used his mouth to give her yet another  mind-blowing orgasm, she was pretty sure she'd blown every brain cell  she had left.

After, he used an oversized towel to dry her off, then guided her to his bed, and pulled her next to him.

Exhausted and spent, she was asleep as soon as he threw the covers over them both.





TWENTY-SEVEN




THERE WAS NOTHING BETTER THAN TO BE IN FULL uniform and pads, with the  sound of a full stadium cheering you on, to get your adrenaline going.

Trevor had missed playing with the Hawks, but he was glad to be here  today. The crowd noise was deafening, and it pumped him up to hear their  cheers when he was introduced as he ran out of the tunnel.

Trevor was more than ready to play this game against New Orleans. It was  going to be a tough one, but his team had practiced hard, and they were  prepared against a tough opponent.

He'd been keeping his eye on JW Zeman, Tampa's quarterback. JW had been  drafted out of Notre Dame two years ago in the first round, a promising  athlete with an incredible arm. He'd shown great leadership potential  right away, and he'd done well his first year. The team expected great  things from him, especially this year now that they'd shored up the  offensive line and had added depth in other areas.

JW and Trevor had hooked up right away on offense. The kid threw the  ball hard and long, and had a confidence a lot of young quarterbacks  didn't show as rookies. Even better, JW liked throwing to his tight  ends, which benefited Trevor.

"You ready for this?" JW asked as they stood on the sidelines, watching Tampa get ready to kick off to New Orleans.

"I'm always ready. How's the arm?"

"Itching to throw."

Trevor grinned. "Let's kick their asses, then."

Tampa kicked off and defense took the field after the return. He liked  the defense this year. With free agency and the rookies they'd drafted,  they'd filled some holes. They were tough, and New Orleans made only one  first down before they were forced to punt the ball back to Tampa.

Trevor went in on the first series, though the first attempt was a  running play that netted them only four yards. On second series, JW  threw it to Brady McCall, the wide receiver, for a first down.

Trevor came out after that, and they pulled two running attacks in a  row, bringing up a third and short. Trevor came back in and JW threw him  a sideline pass that Trevor caught for a first down. Damn, but it felt  good to catch the ball, to hear the crowd involvement. He dashed off to  the sidelines and waited for his next chance to go in as they continued  to move the ball down the field. He went in and out during the plays,  catching the ball whenever it was thrown to him. The one thing he'd  always prided himself on was his ability to get his hands on the ball.  He rarely dropped it. Hell, he didn't drop it.

He was in at second and goal, the ball on the nine-yard line. He pushed  off on his route, wide open in the end zone. JW looked left at the wide  receiver, then dropped it into Trevor's hands.

Touchdown, baby. They all did a quick celebration in the end zone, but it was back to work.