Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
HUGO
“Wow, this is big.” Wilcox’s eyes are everywhere as she strolls into my huge living room.
“I hope that’s not the only time you’ll say that tonight.”
She looks back over her shoulder and rolls her eyes at me as she heads toward the wall of windows while running her fingers along the back of the sofa. My skin tingles at the thought of them running over me instead.
Kicking off my shoes, I drop my keys on the table just inside the front door and follow her.
The sun is low now. The sky over the Common, where we just were, is streaked with red and orange.
Stepping up behind her, I loop my arms around her waist and rest my cheek against the side of her head. “The sunset glowing around you makes you look like you’re some sort of perfect creature sent from another planet.”
She rests her hands on my forearms, which sit across her belly. “Oh, I’m certain I’m far from perfect. ”
“Okay then, tell me one thing you’ve done that makes you a bad person.”
“I can tell you one thing I’ve done that would make you think I’m a bad person.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I make an exaggerated effort to sound hurt but allow my lips to be drawn to her temple.
Man alive, the taste of her skin, combined with her citrus scent, makes my mouth water and my cock shift.
“When I worked for Dijon, I was standing close to the sideline where one of our defenders was trying to tackle a Le Havre player.”
Having obviously felt what’s going on in my pants, she nuzzles her butt back against me. Holy shit this woman drives me crazy.
“The ball went over the line,” she continues, “and the ref called it as a throw-in for us.”
I drag my lips down the side of her cheek to her jaw. “So?”
“I was right there. I saw it was our player who touched it last before it crossed the line. So I said so.”
I pull back and gaze at her profile, which is now bathed in a warm orange light. “Are you shitting me?”
She shakes her head, continuing to look straight forward at the skyline. “The replays would have shown I saw it and said nothing. It would have reflected badly on the team and on me if I’d let the bad call go. Not to mention I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself.”
“Fucking bonkers.” I drop my lips back to her jaw and kiss my way from just under her ear all the way along to her chin.
Her head drops to the side to give me free rein.
“There’s a part you’ll hate more,” she says .
I flick my gaze up to see her eyes drifting shut.
“Go on.” I draw a line down the side of her neck with my tongue and press my hardening cock into her more.
“Le Havre scored from that throw-in.”
On a snort, I let my forehead drop to her shoulder and slide my arms from around her to rest my hands on her waist. “Let me guess, you still didn’t regret it after that?”
“Not for a second.” She laces the fingers of one hand with mine, and reaches back to take hold of my hip with the other, all the time moving her butt in circles so tantalizing I could come in my pants.
“That’s madness,” I whisper into her ear as I glide my free hand over her belly and slip my fingers inside the waistband of her leggings. “If the ref or their assistant didn’t see it, it didn’t happen.”
Her head falls back against my chest. “Not if you have a conscience.”
My hand slides lower, over her soft hairs to the delicious folds that hide everything I want. When I ease my middle finger between them, her whole body weight falls back against me on a groan.
In the window reflection, her eyes close again and her lips part, forming a work of art better than anything hanging in any gallery anywhere in the world.
The second my finger grazes her clit, she emits a breathy sound that makes me the luckiest man alive to hear it. Desperate for more of her delicious noises, I inch my finger lower, dipping into her wetness.
“Jesus, Wilcox, you’re absolutely fucking dripping.”
“It must be what your talk of bad sportsmanship does to me.”
I push just the tip of my finger inside. The way she lets out a little gasp and tenses for just a fraction of a second before relaxing again is something I’m instantly addicted to. I want to do this with her over and over and over. It would never get old.
I suck her earlobe into my mouth and run my tongue around it before letting it pop out. “If bad sportsmanship is what does it for you, then I must tell you about the time I rolled around on the grass pretending I was badly injured when the other guy hadn’t even touched me.”
“Oh no.” She slides the hand that was on my hip between us and cups my balls through my pants, making me even more worried I’m about to shoot my load before my cock gets anywhere near her. “I can’t believe any male soccer player would ever do that. I’ve never seen it before.”
Her sarcasm makes my chest shake against her back with a chuckle.
“Does it make me bad?” I slide my finger deeper into her welcoming warmth.
“So bad,” she says, her hand moving higher. When she finds my stiff shaft I have to fight to stop myself thrusting into her grip, holding myself back from the precipice of pleasure. “I’ve lost all respect for you now.”
“Well, shit. How do I win that back?” I slide my other hand up inside her top and pull up her sports bra, freeing her left breast to fall into my palm. She squeezes my cock in response to my thumb on her nipple and a full body shudder runs through me as we groan together.
Then Wilcox reaches her other hand behind her back and undoes the tie on my track pants. My balls tighten with the anticipation of what she’s about to do.
When her hands slip inside my boxer briefs, I just about manage to keep my eyes open to watch her reflection react to touching me .
The exhale that comes with her half smile as she grips me and bears down on my finger inside her at the same time is absolutely fucking beautiful.
The sensation of her skin on mine, stroking me, teasing me, squeezing me is too much for any mere human to bear.
I can’t wait to have this amazing fucking woman. Sliding another finger inside her, I find her clit with my thumb, her nipple with my other hand and glide my tongue around the rim of her ear as I rock into her hands. I want her to feel this same sensation of barely being able to control herself, of feeling that my touch could tip her over the edge any second, just as her touch can do to me.
In the darkening sky in front of us, a plane slowly moves above the trees, but it can’t possibly be as high as I feel right this second.
“I’m going to die if I don’t have you right now,” I whisper against her ear, before moving my mouth to the silky spot where her neck meets her shoulder and sucking on her sweet, sweet skin, while pushing myself harder into her hands.
The force of me against her sends Wilcox stumbling forward and she has to yank one hand out of my pants and slam it flat on the window to steady herself.
“People will see,” she says.
Her breath is heavy now as I work her clit with my thumb.
“No, they won’t. Look. Open your eyes for a second.”
In the reflection, her eyelids slowly rise as she takes in the view and responds to it with a squeeze of her hand that makes me want to blow my stack.
“See.” I let go of her breast and wrap my arm around her waist as I curl tight around her, my mouth right back against her ear, and my cock now not only in her fist, but pressed tight against her firm ass. “Nothing looks into here. Anything that might, is too far away. And it’s getting dark. And we don’t have the lights on.”
I ease my fingers in and out of her, keeping up my thumb circles on her clit.
“Oh, God.” She slumps forward, bending over my arm.
“Is that a yes?” My needy hips rock into her grip. “You’re okay to stay here?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her knuckles turning white with their pressure on the window.
“Thank fuck for that because I think I might have died if you’d said no.”
I slide my hand out of her pants, and she groans a low disappointed sigh. “Uh, you’ve gone away.”
“I promise you I’m going absolutely fucking nowhere. Just give me a second.”
And a second is all it takes to remove my wallet from my pocket. Her hand never stops working me. Right as I’m about to pull out the precious foil pack, she glides her thumb over my throbbing head, catching some precum and gliding it around in circles.
And I fumble everything, my wallet dropping to the floor. “Oh my good fucking God.”
Frustration now has a whole new definition.
“The last thing I want on this earth right now is for you to let go of me, but I have to pick this up.”
She releases me and I crouch to grab my wallet, where I find myself face to face with her glorious ass.
“Christ, I can’t resist you.” With her still bent over, I grab the sides of her pants and yank them down until her glorious, pink pussy comes into view. “Fuck, me Wilcox. I wish you knew how fucking beautiful you are. ”
Grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, I bury my face between her thighs and thrust my tongue into her entrance.
“Oh my God,” she cries out against the sound of her other hand slamming onto the window.
I want to drive her wilder than she’s ever been in her life, want her to want me more than she’s wanted any other man, want her to be more desperate to have me inside her than she’s ever been desperate for anything.
Reaching around I play with her clit for a second while my tongue can’t get enough of her deliciousness
“God, Hugo.” She said my name. I’m licking her out and teasing her clit and she said my fucking name . “I’m going to come any second.”
And I stop.
“Oh no, you’re not.” I drag my teeth over her bare ass. “Not until I’m as far inside you as I can get. Not until I can feel you coming on my cock.”
“Then hurry.” Her neck is limp now, dangling between her shoulders, eyes closed.
“Too fucking right I’m hurrying.” I grab the foil pack from my wallet, rip it open with my teeth, whack that rubber on me as I stand up, then take Wilcox by the hips and maneuver the tip of my twitching, throbbing cock to right where my mouth just was.
“I’m desperate for you, Wilcox.” I wet my middle finger and reach around for her clit. “And I want you so desperate for me that you can’t breathe.”
The second I make contact with her engorged nub, I ease inside her.
Her back arches on a loud snatch of breath.
“Such a beautiful sight,” I say.
“Are you looking at your view of the park?” she asks .
“I’m looking at my view of you.”
And then I’m buried inside her, balls deep in fiery, talented, football-loving Wilcox. And she’s writhing on my finger, pressing her hands harder against the window to push back against my crotch, her breathing getting faster, more urgent, with every circle of my finger on her clit.
“I want you to come so fucking hard I can feel you squeeze me.”
“I’m about to,” she says. “Oh, God.”
And she breaks, her body undulating, ass pumping against me, the side of her fist pounding the window. I’m making Wilcox pound my window.
The sights and sounds of her pleasure crank me over the edge and I allow myself to thrust into her clenching channel, give myself to the body-rocking pleasure of what it feels like to be allowed inside her.
My eyes drift shut, but the stars appearing in the evening sky remain behind my eyelids.
Wilcox releases one long cry and her body goes limp, her pulses easing.
Knowing that she’s done, spent, I let myself go.
The stars explode, bursting, breaking through every wall I’ve built up around me, shattering every conception and misconception of what it’s like to be with a woman that I’ve ever had.
I’m vaguely aware of Wilcox’s hand on my ass as I empty myself inside her, pour everything I have into her, the whole frustrating last year of my life with its pain and futility and thinking no one would ever want me. But here I am, inside an incredible woman who has welcomed me, over a view of the city that has welcomed me into its treasured soccer team.
As I catch my breath and my thrusts slow, I don’t have a single doubt that I’m the luckiest man in the world right now.
“Fuck me, Wilcox.” I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her upright against my chest.
“I think I just did.” She looks at me over her shoulder with a devilish smirk.
“And I think I’m addicted to it.” I turn her a little farther, just enough to get my lips on hers and sink into the sensation of our mouths joined together in perfect teamwork.
I slide my hand down the smooth skin of her outer thigh. “You feel chilly.”
“Maybe a little.” She brushes the backs of her fingers over my cheek.
“I know a great way to solve that.”
I ease myself out of her, whip off the condom and drop it on top of the wrapper. “I’ll deal with that later.”
She starts to hitch up her pants.
“Oh, no. That’s not what I have in mind at all,” I tell her. “Take them off. Take everything off.”
She stops with her pants just about to cover that glorious blond mound. “I thought I was supposed to be getting warmer, not colder.”
“You are.” I yank off the rest of my clothes and shoes in three seconds flat. “But just like in training, it’s short-term pain for long-term gain.”
She looks at me standing there fully naked in front of her like I’ve lost my mind.
“Trust me,” I say.
“Um. Okay.”
Off come her shoes, her pants, her top and finally her sports bra .
My eyes rake over every inch of her glorious nakedness. “You are fucking beautiful.”
Then I scoop her up, cradling her in my arms, and carry her out of the room.
“Where are we going?” she asks, wrapping an arm around my neck.
“Here,” I say as we enter my bedroom.
I kick the duvet back with my foot and drop onto the bed with her on top of me. Then I pull it back over us and roll onto my side, pulling her against me so I can fully spoon her.
“Oh, this is much warmer already.” She snuggles back against me.
“See, I have good ideas sometimes. My next one is lying like this all night.”
Right now I can’t think of a better way to spend my time than with my naked body pressed against Wilcox’s under the thick warm covers.
I dot a line of kisses across the creamy smoothness of her shoulder. “Even if owning up about that ref’s call was a bad idea.”
Her body rocks against me with a little giggle as she reaches around and gives my bare arse a light slap.