18. To be Continued
18
Miles
Roxy looks amazing in my jersey. It’s about four sizes too big and fits her like a potato sack dress, but as she stands in the hotel room I just rented in nothing but that jersey with a sensual smile on her lips, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I strip out of my clothes as she glides her palms up her thighs, pulling the hem of the shirt up with it and giving me a quick peek of her bare pussy before dropping it back down. I watch as her hands continue to travel up over her breasts, brushing her pebbled nipples through the material.
I kick my slacks and underwear off, and, finally nude, stalk toward her. She laughs as I pick her up and toss her onto the bed. Leaping on top of her, I nuzzle her neck as one hand brushes over her breast and teases the nipple before continuing southward. Lifting my weight, I slide the hand between us to touch her, and her giggles quickly morph into a heady groan. She’s fucking drenched for me, and I’ve barely touched her.
Lifting my head, I kiss her as I push two fingers inside her. She moans into my mouth, her hips bucking to drive me deeper.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” I murmur against her lips as I continue to fuck her with my fingers.
“Please, Miles,” she gasps.
“Tell me what you want, Roxanne,” I say, loving the way she arches into me when I use her full name.
“I want your cock inside me, Miles,” she groans, and I lose my tenuous grasp on my control.
Pulling my fingers free, I line up with her entrance and slam forward, driving into her. Her sounds of pleasure ring in my ears as I begin to move, stroking into her again and again with little to no finesse. My need is too much. I’m out of control.
The heightened emotions of winning today mix with the memory of seeing Roxy on the sideline in my jersey. Her joy despite not really knowing the game. It was all for me. For my success. And she’s so fucking beautiful when she smiles at me like she did today…I’ve been waiting for this moment all God damn day. Longer, if I’m being honest.
I’ve been waiting since the last time I was inside her like this, feeling her hot, slick flesh ripple and clench around me.
I drive into her again and again, and she bucks up to meet me for every thrust. Her hands drive into my hair, yanking it as she chants my name. It’s music to my ears, a drummer’s beat that keeps my movements a little steadier than before.
Euphoria builds in my gut, a tingling of nerves and a tightening of muscles that has me panting like I’m running a marathon. Gripping Roxy’s hips, I tilt them upward, driving into her at a new, deeper angle. Her chants turn into desperate mewling cries as her inner walls tighten around my length. I slam into her again and again, feeling my balls tighten almost painfully as I try to hold off my orgasm until she reaches hers.
Roxy cries out, her legs curling around my hips to hold me deep inside her as her release soaks my cock, her sweet pussy squeezing me. My orgasm rockets through me a second later, and I grunt as sweet relief and satisfaction course through me.
I collapse onto Roxy, and she wraps her arms around me, her fingertips trailing up and down my back as she shivers through the aftershocks. I know I’m heavy, so I enjoy the feeling for just a few seconds before I roll off her. Landing on my side, I throw an arm across her waist and nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck.
We lay like that for a while, then Roxy mumbles something about the bathroom and slides away from me. I watch her walk into the restroom and close the door behind her, then flip onto my back to stare at the ceiling.
Shit. The sex was amazing, but I really don’t want things to be awkward between us now. Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to snuggle afterward. That’s something lovers do.
Not friends.
“Hey, Blake,” her voice calls out from the other side of the bathroom door, and I smile at her use of my last name. “I’m starving. Can you order room service? I’d kill for some nachos right now.”
“On it,” I call back as I roll over to grab the room phone from its cradle.
By the time I finish ordering, Roxy is opening the bathroom door. She’s wearing a fuzzy bathrobe with the hotel’s logo embroidered on the breast. Her hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, and her smile is soft and warm.
She’s never looked more gorgeous, but I have to keep those kinds of thoughts to myself.
“Is there another one of those in there?” I ask, gesturing toward my naked body.
My duffle bag is still in the Jeep, and I really don’t want to lay around in dress slacks. Roxy grins, then pulls her hand from behind her back. A second robe dangles from her fingers, and before I can move, she rears back and slings it toward me. The terrycloth hits me square in the face, and laughter peals out of her. She rushes forward and leaps on the bed as I pull the robe on and tie the belt to hold it closed.
“You think that’s funny?” I ask, diving toward her.
She squeals and tries to roll away, but I grab her ribcage and pin her down with one leg before tickling her ribs. She screams again, thrashing back and forth as laughter spills from her lips.
“Good thing you’re on defense,” she gasps through her laughter. “You can’t catch for shit.”
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” I growl playfully, but she somehow manages to squirm out of my grasp and roll off the bed.
My feet hit the floor on the other side, and I lift my arms in the air as I slowly round the end. Roxy squeals again, climbing onto the mattress as I rush around to her side. I leap forward, catching her ankle before she can escape. Tugging gently, I pull her back toward me.
The material of her robe bunches up beneath her, and by the time I’m done pulling, her legs are bare up to her upper thighs. Pulling the ankle I’m still holding up to my mouth, I kiss the delicate skin of her ankle.
Roxy stills, a quiet sigh blowing through her lips. Taking that as encouragement, I blaze a trail of warm, wet kisses up the inside of her calf to her knee. Pausing to run my tongue along the bend, I nibble the sensitive flesh before continuing the course.
Roxy is groaning quietly by the time I reach the apex of her thighs, and just before my mouth touches the spot where she needs it most, a loud knock sounds at the door.
“Room service.”
“No,” Roxy hisses, pounding the mattress with her fist.
I turn my head and kiss her inner thigh, then push myself up. “To be continued.”
Before she can protest again, I spin and head for the door. My girl is starving, and I intend to feed her. Besides, she’s going to need the fuel if the night goes the way I hope it will.
I take the food and tip the delivery guy. By the time I turn back, Roxy is sitting on the bed with the pillows piled behind her back. Her robe has been righted, and there’s a hunger in her gaze that has nothing to do with the scent of loaded nachos wafting through the room.
I hand her a bottle of water as I set the tray in the middle of the bed. Ignoring the stirring of my cock at that fire in her eyes, I set my own water bottle on the night stand before joining her on the mattress. She crosses her legs in front of her and pulls the tray closer before unwrapping the cellophane from the plate of nachos.
Plucking one from the tray, she lifts it to her lips and takes a bite. A dollop of cheese drips from the jagged edge of the chip, landing on her chest above the collar of her robe. Without thinking, I lean over and lick it off. Roxy freezes, then slowly reaches up to pull the edges of her robe apart, revealing her right breast. Then, keeping her gaze locked on me, rubs the cheesy chip over her already pebbled nipple.
“Fuck,” I breathe, leaning in to suck the nub clean.
A moan purrs in her throat, and my hand shoots out to grab the tray. Releasing her nipple from my lips, I set the tray on the night stand beside my water before crawling over to stretch out on my stomach before her. She untangles her legs and spreads them wide, giving me a clear view of her bare, slick flesh.
I dive in without delay, finding her clit and worshipping it with my tongue.
“Oh, God. Miles. So fucking good,” she murmurs.
I lap at her for a few more minutes before sliding two fingers into her. She pumps her hips as I thrust into her, curling my fingers at the tips to find that secret spot that will shoot her over the edge. As soon as I hit it, she gasps and bucks more violently. Holding onto her with my free hand, I suck her clit and tap the spot again. A shout bursts through her lips as her pussy clenches down. I pump my fingers into her a few more times, drawing her orgasm out as long as I can. When she finally slumps, all the tension draining out of her, I pull my fingers free and suck them while Roxy watches me with hooded eyes.
I press a kiss to her thigh, then roll back to my side of the bed. Picking up the tray, I set it next to her.
“Now, your turn to eat.”
She shoots me a smirk, and I return it before hopping up to head into the bathroom. After using the toilet and washing my hands and face, I step back out into the room to see Roxy holding a chip in one hand and the television remote in the other.
“You want to watch a movie?” she asks as I walk around and climb back onto the bed.
Snagging a cheese-and-steak-covered chip, I nod. “Sure.”
She finds a comedy while we eat, and by the time we finish off the plate, we’re both groaning from too much greasy food. I grab the tray and walk over to the door. Cracking it open, I set it on the floor, then close the door and throw the lock. When I get back into bed, Roxy curls into my side, resting her cheek on my chest as she chuckles at the movie.
I wrap my arm around her to hold her close, and a warmth settles in my chest.
This is dangerous territory. Maybe this is something friends might do, but it feels way more than friendly to me.
It feels like more.