20. Touchdown
20
Riggs
Tessa’s words are music to my ears. And hearing no one had ever tasted her before me? A fucking symphony. I know it’s archaic and maybe a tiny bit proprietorial, but I’m glad I was the first person to feel her come all over my mouth. I don’t really want to think about the men she’s been with before me, but I’m sure now they’re a bunch of selfish assholes.
And total idiots, given how amazing she tastes and how fucking sexy the little sounds she made were. Fuck, if my dick doesn’t feel like it’s about to explode with the need to be inside her, I’d make her come on my tongue again just so I could experience it all one more time.
Of course, this won’t be the last time. Not if I have anything to say about it.
Pushing off the bed, I turn to the nightstand and jerk open the drawer. Pulling out the box of unopened condoms I stuffed in there, I rip it open and pluck one out. Turning my gaze back to Tessa, I find her staring at me with hungry eyes. She watches as I drop the condom to the mattress, then pull my t-shirt over my head before pushing my shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion. I smile when her gaze drops to my erection and widens before popping back up to meet mine.
“Uhm, I think I changed my mind,” she says, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed.
“What?” I ask, panic spiraling through me as she looks back at my cock with horror etched across her face.
“Yeah, hard pass. You’re not coming anywhere near me with that monster.”
I stare at her, incredulity rocketing through me until one corner of her mouth twitches. Narrowing my eyes, I cock my head.
“Is that so?”
“Absolutely not,” she says, shaking her head, but I can hear the laughter in her voice. “That thing will rip me wide open. No, thanks.”
“This thing?” I ask, gripping the base of my cock and pumping it slowly.
Her eyes glaze over as she watches, and I don’t think she even realizes it when her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Reaching out a tentative hand, she wraps her fingers around me. My eyes fall closed the second her skin touches mine, and it takes every ounce of my strength to hold still while she explores its length.
“Oh, yeah,” she whispers. “I remember this.”
I barely hear the rip of the condom wrapper over my heavy breathing, and when I open my eyes, she’s already stretching the latex over the head of my cock. She gently rolls it down my length, and a shiver tattoos down my spine.
Reaching up, she grabs me by the upper arms and pulls me onto the bed while she twists to rest her head on my pillow. My hips settle between her soft thighs as I kiss her, and she doesn’t seem to mind the taste of herself on my lips. She kisses me hungrily, pressing her breasts into my chest in the most glorious of ways. She tilts her hips up, rubbing her clit along my cock, and it takes every ounce of my willpower to let her without pulling back and driving into her.
Breaking away from her mouth, I push up and lower my head to her breast. I flick my tongue against her nipple before sucking it into my mouth, and Tessa groans as she lifts her hips high enough to line my cock up with her entrance.
Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I attempt to move slowly. She may have been joking before, but her words have made me cautious. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.
But, fuck, she’s so hot and wet and fucking tight. My body shakes with the urge to rail into her. To bury myself to the hilt in her heat and bask in the joy of finally, finally being inside the woman I’ve wanted for the last dozen years or so.
“Riggs,” she breathes, and I lift my head to meet her eyes. “Please. I need to feel you inside me.”
Those words break my resolve, and with a guttural shout, I drive my hips forward. I go completely still, feeling her inner walls pulse around me as they squeeze me so, so tightly. If I move right now, I’m going to embarrass myself. I’m no two-pump chump, but this woman has me ready to blow my load with a single stroke.
“Oh, God,” she breathes. “Jesus. You are big. I’ve never felt this…full before.”
I know it’s immature, but my entire body heats with pride at her words. Pushing up on my arms, I roll my hips to dig even deeper, and she moans out a few expletives. Dropping back to my elbows, I take a few breaths before pulling out slowly. When just the tip remains inside her throbbing pussy, I drive back in. Electricity sparks through me, and I feel my balls tighten in preparation for detonation.
Fuck. Not yet, asshole. Keep it together, man.
I repeat the process again before falling into a rhythm. My blood sings as I pump into her again and again, her sweet little pussy gripping me tightly with each thrust as she raises her hips to meet me each time.
“Fuck,” I mutter, feeling myself hit that edge and knowing I’m going to come on the next thrust.
I’m going to have to apologize to her for this, but there’s no fucking stopping it now. I’ve wanted this too much for far too long.
I slam into her with a long groan of ecstasy, my cock jerking against her inner walls as I fill the condom with my release. Tessa stiffens beneath me, and a moment of panic sears through me. But then her pussy clenches down on my cock hard as she shouts my name. I pump my hips lightly, drawing out her orgasm as she shudders and gasps beneath me.
She so fucking beautiful like this, it almost hurts to look at her.
Her eyes pop open, and meeting my gaze, she says, “Holy shit.”
A laugh barks out of me, and I press a long kiss to her mouth. She kisses me back, her arms moving around my torso to tug my weight down onto her. Rolling, I fall onto my back and pull her on top of me. Her knees straddle my hips, and my still-hard cock remains deep inside her as she pushes herself upright and looks down at me.
Grinning down at me she squares her shoulders and holds her fist in front of her mouth, saying, “Malone squeezed through that hole and banged it in for the touchdown,” in her best announcer voice.
She yelps as my fingers tickle her sides, falling back down on top of me, writhing in an attempt to slither away. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her to my chest, and she softens, melting into me with a satisfied sigh.
Fuck, I hope she doesn’t think this has been a one-time thing, because I could hold her like this forever.
It’s a beautiful day, and I’m on top of the God damn world. Tessa spent the night last night, and after waking me for another round early this morning, she kissed my lips goodbye before heading back home to get ready for work. I lay in bed for a while, but sleep evaded me despite the early hour.
I’m too fucking happy to sleep.
So, as the sun peeks over the horizon, I slip into some shorts, a pair of socks, and my running shoes. I need to expend some of this pent-up energy, or I’m going to drive myself crazy wondering when I’ll see Tessa again…and how she’ll act toward me when I do.
Our interaction this morning was spectacular, but who knows where her mind will go once she’s away from me and has had time to process what happened between us. I hope she doesn’t have any regrets, because I sure as fuck don’t. Not a single fucking one.
After drinking a glass of water and brushing my teeth, I head out into the early morning sunshine. The air is still cool, but I can feel the humidity settling in for a long, hot day. As I jog down my porch steps, I notice something in the grass of my front lawn. Walking toward it, I smile when it comes into focus.
Plucking the dick-shaped cookie from the ground, I turn it over in my hands. A laugh barks out of me when I read the message printed in icing along the length of the cock.
The war’s not over.
Could Tessa be any more perfect?
I take the cookie inside and set it on my counter before heading back out. I take off at a slow pace, letting my muscles and lungs warm up before kicking up my speed. Thoughts of last night dance through my head as I take the long route around the outskirts of downtown Sublime. Letting my instincts direct my route, I’m almost surprised when I end up stopping for a break in front of Beans & Books.
My lips curve up as I lift my arms over my head to control my breathing. I pace back and forth a few times, then drop my arms and head inside. I spot Tessa at the same moment she spots me, and I don’t miss the way her gaze devours my bare chest before snapping back up to meet mine.
“No shoes, no shirt, no service,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest as I approach the counter.
“I’ll service him,” the barista next to her says in a husky voice, and I barely hold in my laughter when Tessa hip checks her out of the way.
“What can I get you?” she asks, attempting to sound bored even as her eyes dip below my chin again.
“I don’t know,” I say, tapping my chin. “What pairs well with a sugar dick cookie?”
Tessa’s lips spread into a wide smile. “So, you got my message?”
“Loud and clear,” I say, arching an eyebrow. “Give me your best shot, White.”
“Oh,” she says, grabbing a cup to prepare my skim-milk mocha, “don’t worry, Malone. I plan to.”