Chapter 57
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Scout stiffens against me and I realize where I have my hand. “Please don’t stop,” I say as I lean into his cock and offer a slow lick to the crown.
“You taste so good,” I murmur, and Scout relaxes against me. “Mmmm, I love the saltiness of your precum.”
He growls and buries his face against my aching pussy again. Thank god.
I close my eyes and lick him with delight as he works me up with his fingers, his tongue… and god, is that his nose?
It’s heaven.
The way he teases me all over, all the way to the back makes my pussy clench. I’ve never?—
“Ohmygod! Right. The -there .” I gasp and moan and make some other kind of weird sound as Scout pushes one of his thick fingers into my rear entrance .
But that’s not all. The pressure of another finger hits my g-spot, his tongue swirls over my clit and I nearly crawl out of my skin. “Ye-ohmygod!”
That’s the last thing I remember before I wrap my legs around his head and ride his face like a rodeo bull until I’m somewhere in outer space.
My mind is a haze of buzzing pleasure, my limbs out of my control. My pussy flooded with golden, liquid heat.
I don’t know how long I’m lost.
But I come back to a deep masculine chuckle and realize I’m on top of Scout, my thighs spread around his head, and I’ve got a deathgrip on his rock-hard cock.
Flushed with embarrassment and the power of my release, I blink at the thick, dusky head crowning his erection. “Holy cow. How did I get here?”
He gives me a slow lick that causes me to moan and my everything to twitch. When he slides a finger into my pussy this time, it starts all over, like the orgasm switch has been flipped and I can’t get off the ride.
This one is fast and brutal and makes me scream.
And while I’m in my blissed out black-as-night nirvana, Scout flips me around like I weigh four pounds and am made of jello until I’m on my back, one of my legs is hooked over his elbow, and the other is down between his thighs.
His veiny cock is hovering delightfully close.
I’m a shivering, soaking wet shell of a woman with an ache inside me that can only be described by two words—desperately empty.
One of his big, rough hands goes to my breast, where he touches me like a man that knows how to make a woman’s body sing. My nipple leaps to attention, as if it wasn’t already tight and I moan .
Then he slides his hand down and palms my pussy with a possessive glint in his eyes. “I don’t share, Aria.”
I blink at him, my skin slick with my orgasms. “Good, because I don’t either.”
He growls and closes his eyes. “Fuck, woman. You don't know what it does to me to think about that.”
Without thinking, I reach for his cock, and align the head to my screaming vagina. “Now, Memphis. Claim what’s yours now.”
He flicks his gaze to me. It’s a thousand burning watts of raw desire mixed with pain.
Lowering one hand to the bed, he braces it against my shoulder and dips down. When I expect him to kiss me he bites my lip, and murmurs hotly, “When you come on my cock this time I want your eyes open and your hands on me, I want you to love this monster back to life.”
Then without preamble, Scout shoves his ten inch cock into me. He doesn’t bottom out and I thank god because I need a second. I need to catch my breath. And I know he’s done just that. He’s taken care of me.
But when he tightens his hold on my leg, and locks my bottom leg to the bed with his thighs, he makes a rough sound in his throat.
Keeping his control is costing him. And I know he won’t hold back long.
I can’t wait.
Spread open like scissors for him, pinned to the bed, open and vulnerable, I’ve never felt more safe. More able to let go.
I plant my hands on his chest and meet his hot gaze head on. “Memphis…” It’s a low, groaned version of his name that wrecks his control. Because after that he’s pure animal .
Deep, hard thrusts, rough breathing, sweat slicking his skin below my palms.
He takes everything.
My mind shatters, my heart swells, and I come like I’ve never come in my life. It’s a rolling wave of heat, a tidal wave of pleasure. The emotional release that will leave me changed forever.
This time, Scout follows me. Eyes wide open.
I press the tips of my fingers into his thighs. “I love you. I love you. I’m here for you.”
He shouts—a harsh guttural sound—then collapses onto me, fusing our mouths together. I don’t need to hear words. His heart screams at me.
Scout holds me for a long time. His silent tears dampen my hair, run down my cheek, trace over my neck, fusing our heated skin together. I take a deep breath and realize that I feel utterly safe.
How long has it been since I’ve felt this?
Pressing my body closer to his, I let his powerful body cocoon me, and I realize that I’ve never felt this.
This completion.
The insatiable need to help this man know love. To hold him. Heal him. Walk by his side.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I soak in the sensation of his emotional surrender. Today is the first day of forever.
I’m lazily stretching two hours later when Scout presses a kiss to my temple and unravels his long legs from mine.
Darkness has fallen outside, and the little house feels like a tiny, safe escape from the world. It’s only temporary. We need to work. His teammates and my brother need to be dealt with. But for one more moment, I want this more than I want anything else .
“Starving. Are you?” His voice has a sexy rasp I’ve never heard before.
I reach my arms overhead and for the first time in a year, the scars don’t tug tightly on my skin. “Twinkies?”
He chuckles softly. “I’m fine with never eating out of another vending machine again.”
I roll onto my side and enjoy the view of him stretching as he stands next to the bed. Completely naked.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says in a husky tone.
“I was just thinking the same thing. My heavens, how did you get all that muscle?”
He shrugs casually and swipes his pants off of the floor. “Hard work.”
As he strolls out of the bedroom, I slide from the bed and walk to the bathroom, a silly grin on my face.
When the reflection in the mirror catches my eye, I see a new Aria. Cheeks tinted pink, hair in sex-tangles, nipples peaked.
Scout appears behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. He feeds a slice of orange into my mouth.
The bright, sweet flavor bursts on my tongue and I close my eyes and moan. “So good. Way better than Oreos.”
He kisses my neck, then takes a slice for himself.
We take turns until the sweetest orange I’ve ever tasted is gone, then he flicks on the shower and drags me inside.