24. Brooke
The night air is cool on my exposed skin. I try not to catch my flip-flops on the walk back to our room, but it’s hard to focus on anything but the way his hand feels threaded through mine, the tension that grows between us with every step.
“You have the key?” I ask when we pull up at the door.
Miles slips a hand in the pocket of my robe and holds up the card that glints in the light.
“Right.”
He reaches past me to unlock the door. I step in first, aware of every inch of his body as I brush past him and into the room. The door clicks shut behind us.
We”re alone.
There’s a lamp on in the far window, probably from whoever did turndown service. Without the overhead light, it casts shadows across us and the room.
We look at each other. Miles licks his lips. I lick mine.
“Shit,” he says softly, staring at me.
“You’re going to tell me this is a bad idea.” I stare into his eyes. “That you owe my brother or that you came to watch my back.”
“Those are good reasons.”
“And?”
I’m breathless before he puts his hands on my waist and pulls me to him. “And tonight, they’re not good enough.”
Miles kisses me. This time, he’s like a starving man.
My hands stroke upward, fingers lacing around his neck so his damp hair brushes my skin. His fingers loosen the tie on my robe and brush it apart.
He groans and pulls away. We’re both breathing hard.
“I want you,” he whispers, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Then take me.” I shove my robe off my shoulders, tossing it onto the floor. My nipples are hard, pushing against my bikini top. He grabs my waist again, pulling me toward him. His mouth goes to my neck, kissing me, his hands moving to my hair.
His body is tan and toned. I’ve imagined touching him the way I want to so many times. Moving my hands to his bare chest, I run my fingers over his skin, needing to feel every inch of him. He groans, the bump of his erection tenting his wet shorts.
“You wanted a fake boyfriend to impress your Kappa friends.” His throat bobs as I rub him through the fabric. “How’s that working out?”
“He’s definitely more opinionated than I expected.”
“Just wait, Princess,” he promises.
He pulls off his trunks, and I bite my lip as I stare at him in awe. He’s huge and thick. The idea of him inside me makes me burn up. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around him, stroking his length. He groans, head falling back in agony or pleasure or both.
If the show we were putting on outside was provocative, what we’re doing in private is hot enough to burn down the entire cabin.
But I only get in a few strokes before he pushes my hand away.
“Don’t pout,” he says with a smirk as he sinks to his knees.
“I’ll express myself however I want.”
Grabbing my bikini bottoms, he yanks them to the side.
“Feel free to do it using my name,” he suggests. “Especially when I make you come.”
His fingers find my clit, and his triumphant smirk has me melting even before he rubs a little circle.
I gasp. His teasing touch continues where I’m the most sensitive before drawing a lazy line back to my slit.
He’s confident and unhurried, as if the only place the most popular player in the NBA would dream of being right now is between my thighs.
My fingers weave themselves into his hair. The strands are unbelievably soft, especially compared to the rest of him.
He presses a finger inside me and groans. “Would this fake boyfriend of yours tell you you’re so fucking wet? That the sounds you make are such a goddamned turn-on?”
Pleasure twists tighter in my core, has me writhing against his hand. I arch against him, his face between my breasts. My nipples are hard, my skin on fire. He takes advantage, yanking down the fabric of my bikini top to bare a breast to him.
He licks the hard peak, sucking it into his mouth. The arousal is unreal. I crave more of the way he’s touching me, needing me.
He pulls away and goes to the bed, pulling me with him.He grabs my knee, kissing the inside of my thigh. I moan. His hands go to my hip as he kisses down one thigh and back up the other. His hands move to my waist, pulling me to him.
“Would he tell you how much he wants to be inside you?” he whispers, his voice husky. “Because it’s all I can fucking think about.”
His mouth finds my wet heat, and it”s wicked heaven. I grab his hair and moan. His tongue is on my clit. His hands are on my ass.Every stroke sends me higher, makes me more aware of him and us and less conscious of the world outside.
If there even is a world outside, I think hazily as pleasure rips through me.
“That’s it, Princess,” he murmurs against my skin.
He”s holding me in place, his hands on my ass. His tongue takes over, driving me crazy.
Miles looks up at me, his eyes on mine. “Let go.”
I cry out, my fist pulling on his hair. If it hurts, he doesn’t let on, just locks his mouth down and keeps stroking, sucking as I explode.
Oh God.
It rips through me like a wave, utter euphoria that has every inch of my body tingling.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come.” He pulls back an inch, rubbing a hand across his damp lips.
My body is still trembling from aftershocks as he unclasps my top and slides it off my shoulders. He shifts up, running his tongue over one nipple, then sucking it into his mouth. I groan, tugging on his hair. He moves to the other nipple, sucking on it.
I”m on fire. Every touch, every wet swipe of his tongue, is decadent. My eyes widen as he grabs my ass, forcing me to move against him.
His mouth finds my nipple again, sucking it into his mouth. I”m so turned on I can’t think. He looks at me as he moves down my body, kissing me. “Did you think about this back in college?”
“Will you be a prick if I say yes?” I whisper.
He grins. “Absolutely.”
“Yes.”
I kiss him back, tasting myself on his lips.
He reaches for his bag, grabbing a condom. He drops the wrapper onto the bed, and I watch as he rolls the condom onto his hard cock.
He grabs my hips, positioning his cock at my entrance, and slides inside me.I moan, feeling every inch of him. He pulls out and slams into me again. I want more. I try to angle my hips to take him deeper.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, pulling my hips back and thrusting into me. “This is the part where I’d tell you nothing I imagined feels half as good as this, as you.”
He grunts, pulling back again and thrusting into me.
I can feel how close I am. My fingers are gripping his hands. He kisses my neck, then his mouth is on mine. I moan as I feel an orgasm build.
“Come on me, Princess,” he whispers, kissing me.
I don’t come.
I shatter.
I moan into his mouth as my stomach tightens, pleasure starting through my core and rippling through me. He rocks against me, his strokes insisting without words that I come more, longer, harder. As if this man owns my body and I’m just renting it.
Once the tingling fades a little, he pushes me onto my back and positions himself between my legs, thrusting inside me again.
“Damn,” he says, his lips against mine. “You feel so good.”
I feel his cock pulse and throb as he comes, his muscled body tight everywhere as he fills me.
We”re both breathing hard as the feelings subside. He rolls us so we’re on our sides, facing one another.
His smile fades a little, and he brushes a piece of hair from my face.
“Good thing I didn’t know back then. I never would’ve made it back to the team, would’ve been too preoccupied with doing this.”
I exhale hard. It felt that way.
There’s no going back now.
But at the same time, we can’t stay here forever in the dark, where we have no responsibilities beyond each other.
“I can’t believe we have to go back tomorrow,” I whisper.
Miles’s thumb brushes my cheek once, then again, as if he’s wrestling with the same demons or his own version of them. “Not for twelve hours.”
He rolls me on top.