Playing The Field (The Toronto Tigers #1)

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Graham

I t takes every ounce of my self-control not to throw her onto my bed and fuck her into my mattress. My muscles are vibrating with tension as I keep myself in check, my cock throbbing painfully against the confines of my boxer briefs. I thought being so close to her in the elevator and trying not to touch her was torture, but watching her tongue absently lick the droplets of beer from the rim of her bottle almost had me on my knees.

My arms flex around her as I place first one knee and then the other on the mattress, my lips never leaving her intoxicating lips as I lay her back. The muscles in my biceps burn as I hold myself above her, a hand on either side of her head.

Her lips quirk up into a devious smirk as she blinks up at me. “I missed you,” she whispers into the charged air between us.

The words crash through me, feeding the dark part of me that has been waiting for her, like a flower waiting for the first kiss of spring. I shouldn’t be as excited as I am to have her in my arms again, but my obsession has gone too far to stop this now.

My lips trail a path across her jawline and then down her neck as my fingers hoist the hoodie over her head, revealing a tight blue sports bra. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like years,” I murmur into her ear, licking the tiny droplets of sweat beading on her heated skin. I lean back on my heels, towering over her, and pull my shirt over my head.

Ana’s eyes immediately drop to the dark ink covering my left arm. “That’s new.” I turn my arm slightly so she can see it better. My forearm is covered with a wrap-around tattoo of a geographic map of South Africa, with Cape Town being the focal point, along with the recognizable Table Mountain range forever embedded in my skin.

My hands find the zipper at the front of her bra, pulling it down the track slowly. I smirk at how her body squirms under my touch. “I had it done a few weeks after I got home,” I respond absently, my attention focused on her hard nipples and the gasp she makes every time I drag my thumbs across them.

“It’s… Nice,” she pants out, trying to regain her composure.

I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, my cock throbbing heavily as her eyes roll back and she moans softly. “I’ve missed that sound,” I tell her, switching to the other nipple and repeating the tender torture. My eyes trail down her exposed torso and my index fingers hook into the waistband of her sweatpants and panties. “Did you think wearing these would keep me from thinking about the curves hidden beneath them?”

To my surprise, she nods weakly as she wiggles out of them. “That was the plan,” she mutters and smirks slightly. “I think it backfired.”

“You think?” I retort and spread her knees apart, settling my weight between her thighs. Burning desire erupts under my skin as I watch her hips undulate, searching for relief. I smirk and grip her thick thighs, holding them in place. “What’s the matter, Doc? Is that cunt feeling empty without my fingers?”

Her hips jerk roughly against my hold and I can’t tear my eyes away from her breasts as they heave with every pant. Her eyes meet mine in the dim light and the fire I find is enough to end me. “Please,” she begs softly.

My eyes close as my body tightens, fighting the urge to come before I’ve even properly touched her. I’m so worked up and the sexual tension between us is so strong that it’s practically a driving force between us, and I’m powerless against it.

I lean forward and drag my tongue through her folds, gathering her arousal on my tongue. My memory of her taste doesn’t do her justice. I lash out again, stroking her clit with the tip of my tongue in slow circles. Her taste is enough to drive any sane man crazy. It’s sweet against my tastebuds.

Addicting.

“Fuck, Ana,” I croon against her pussy, taking another slow lick before sucking her clit into my mouth. Her strangled cry of pleasure has my cock pulsing, straining against the fabric of my pants. I can feel the wet spot from my precum. “Are you going to come on my tongue so I can fuck you properly?”

She nods eagerly, eyes still closed and hips still twisting against my upturned lips. I suck her clit back into my mouth, scraping my teeth across the sensitive flesh as I slip two fingers into her tight cunt. I pause just inside, curving my fingers and rubbing the spot just to the right. Ana bucks her hips against my face, throwing her arm over her face as she screams her release.

I pull my fingers out and quickly strip out of my clothes. My glistening fingers press against her parted lips, smearing her release. “Open up, Baby, you made a mess of my fingers and need to clean them up.”

Ana’s eyes open, half-lidded and sultry, and she takes my middle finger into her mouth first, her tongue slowly curling around before pulling the other digit in. Her eyes never leave mine as she sucks my fingers clean.

Holy fucking hell.

It takes everything for me not to bust right there. I’m already so hard that it’s painful.

The heat of her gaze scorches through me as I pull my hand away from her, positioning myself between her thighs. “That’s a good girl,” I croon and grin as she shivers, wrapping her legs around my waist. The movement has her slick core rubbing against the tip of my aching cock. “That cunt is dripping, Doc. Is this for me?”

I push into her slowly, savoring the tight squeeze of her walls against me as I force myself deeper. Watching her closely, I notice just how relaxed her face is. “You’re beyond words, aren’t you, Baby?” She only nods in response, making me that much harder. My back arches slightly and my muscles tense as I fight the urge to empty myself inside her.

Not yet.

She tosses her forearm across her mouth, biting down into her flesh as she cries out. Her hips writhe against me, pulling me closer to the end I’m not ready for yet.

My fingers dig into her hips, stilling her. “Wait. Be still,” I grit out through clenched teeth. If she keeps moving I’m going to lose it, and I’m not ready for this to end just yet.

A mewling whine leaves her lips, sending another wave of desire rippling through me. My hands flex, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I start up a slow, steady rhythm. Her legs fall limply from my waist as her body relaxes into the pleasure building between us. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s electrified as my lips descend onto her nipples.

Ana lets out another keening wail as I bite down on the sensitive bud, her inner walls rippling around me. “Graham!” she calls out, her back arching as another orgasm begins to build.

“That’s it,” I encourage her, my voice low and rough. “Come on my cock. Squeeze every drop of cum from me with that tight little cunt.”

A blazing inferno erupts inside me, and I can’t hold it back anymore. My lips crash against hers, swallowing her scream. My tongue invades her mouth, stroking against hers and curving up to trace the roof of her mouth. The muscles in my arms and lower back burn from overuse as I hover just above her, thrusting roughly.

Her release barrels through her, causing her pussy to clamp down hard around me. The walls throb rhythmically as she comes, sending me over the edge. “Fuck,” I grind out as my cock swells and I come with a groan, my release filling her.

I collapse onto her chest, still supporting most of my weight with my hands, my cock still throbbing every so often inside her. With each pulse, her walls flutter around me, carrying me higher into the bliss this moment has created. We might be a sweaty mess of limbs and release, but it’s the most content I’ve been in a long time.

Ana nuzzles into the side of my neck, her breaths still quick and uneven. “That was better than I remembered,” she whispered softly.

I let out a chuckle, wrapping my arms around her and twisting until we’re both on our sides and her back is tucked against my front. I’m still semi-hard and able to keep my cock inside her as I drape an arm across her waist, splaying my hand possessively across her stomach. “It was definitely the elevator,” I murmur against her hair.

“Fucking elevators,” she grumbles, but I can hear the smile in her voice.

After a few minutes, her breathing evens out and slows down. Her shoulders relax and her backside presses back into me with a slight pressure. I know she’s asleep, I can tell by the way her profile has relaxed in the dim light. My fingers itch to brush across her soft skin, but I keep them still. I’m not sure if she’s a light sleeper or not, and I don’t want to wake her now.

My cock twitches lightly, still semi-hard inside her, but I make no moves to slip out. The feel of her warm cunt around me is sublime, and I don’t want to lose the feeling. I could stay like this for the rest of my life and not complain once.

The thought ricochets through me, sending a bolt of panic straight through to my core.

I’m in too deep now, and I’m afraid there isn’t a way out for me.

My fingers flex along the soft skin of her side, pulling her closer to my chest as I bury my nose in her hair. I inhale deeply, savoring the floral scent of her shampoo, and let my mind drift off with my cock still buried inside her.

I don’t know how long I lie there, my body molded to hers, my mind caught somewhere between exhaustion and reluctant awareness. Her warmth seeps into me, her soft breaths brushing against my arm where it drapes over her waist, keeping her pressed against me.

I don’t want to move.

Hell, I don’t even want to think.

But the thoughts are there, unwelcome and unavoidable.

This was supposed to be a one-time thing. That was the rule I set for myself after Cape Town—one night, no strings, no expectations. But nothing about Anastasia has ever been easy to walk away from. And now, lying here with my body still half inside her, her scent wrapped around me like a brand I’ll never be able to wash off, I know I’ve passed the point of no return.

My fingers trace slow, idle patterns against her bare hip, my mind playing a dangerous game of what ifs and what nows.

She shifts slightly, pressing back into me, and I feel her body relax into sleep, fully and completely.

She trusts me.

That thought alone tightens something in my chest. She’s never been the type to give trust freely—life hasn’t made it easy for her to believe in people, not when so many have let her down. And yet, here she is. Asleep in my bed, tangled up in me like she belongs here.

I should let her rest. I should let myself sleep too.

But my mind is a battlefield.

I press a kiss to the back of her shoulder, inhaling deeply before forcing myself to shift slightly, careful not to wake her as I reach for the comforter, pulling it over both of us. The city lights filter through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting soft shadows across the room, making the moment feel unreal.

She murmurs something in her sleep, unintelligible, but her fingers curl lightly around mine where they rest against her stomach.

And that’s when it hits me.

I don’t just want her in my bed.

I want her here always.

The realization is a slow, creeping thing, wrapping around my ribs like a vice, pressing down on me with a weight I don’t know how to shake.

I’m already too far gone.

And the worst part?

I’m not sure I even want a way out.