Chapter 32 #2
Three drinks later, she leans heavily against my shoulder and sighs.
“Do you remember when we met at that stadium? My father was there for some kind of deal and he was so convinced that someone was going to try and kill him at the last pitch or whatever, so he paid off the entire section and filled them with people from our organization?”
My brow wrinkles as I raise my next drink to my lips. “Uhm… oh! When you made me be the mascot so we could meet?”
Her eyes widen in delight and her smile blooms. “Yes!” Light laughter escapes past that smile. “Oh my god, you were the most adorable bear I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“That suit was hot as fuck. I could barely breathe. Do you have any idea how much any of the others would shit on me if they learned I had to become a mascot, dance and all, just to see you?”
Her giggling is infectious as she drains her glass and I can’t help but grin at her. “I know,” she giggles. “But it was so worth it. Maybe I have a thing for mascots, I’m not sure. But that was some of the best sex I’d ever had.”
“Unlike every other time with me?” I tease softly.
Dove shoves her shoulder into me. “Hey! I didn’t mean it like that!”
“I don’t know, it sounded that way to me.” Sighing dramatically, I force a pout. “Maybe you really like mascots and I was just the chump along for the ride.”
“That’s not true! You shut your face right now!” Her giggles are the sweetest music to my ears, even mixed with the indignation of my accusation and she prods hard at my chest. “Take that back!”
“Nope. Can’t deny the truth.”
“Take it back!”
“Nope.”
“Felix!”
“Dove!”
“Take it back! I never meant it like that! Take it back, take it back, take it back!” She chants between pokes and prods all over my chest until she falls into my lap, laughing until she can’t catch her breath.
It’s the most beautiful sound in the world. The first time I’ve heard her laugh in fifteen years.
“Maybe your memory is fuzzy,” I tease, lightly cupping her chin while mindful of her bruises. “I bet you’ve forgotten just how good my cock is and that’s why you think of the mascot and not me.”
Dove’s eyes run all over my face before settling on my lips, then she licks her lower lip and meets my eyes. “Maybe I have.”
With alcohol warming my veins and exhaustion simmering in the back of my mind, nothing sounds better than sinking as deep as I can into Dove and staying there.
“Care for a crash course to remind you?” My voice drops low and I bring Dove’s face within an inch of mine. “Nothing like a fresh experience to unlock the memories.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” Dove demands breathlessly, resting both her hands on my shoulders.
I do just that.
Our mouths collide while I wrap my arms around her body and bring her close against my chest, mindful of where I’m placing my hands due to the healing wounds on her back.
Each hungry, messy kiss makes it difficult to focus and I’m soon lost in the frantic press of her lips against mine.
She leans back only to remove her t-shirt and toss it behind her, then she’s back against me and kissing me hard.
Each feverish kiss sends heat lancing straight through my body and by the time my tongue ends up in her mouth, I’m already hard.
Dove arches her body into mine, cradling my head with both her hands as if it can make the kiss even deeper.
Each arch of her torso lifts her hips an inch, then she settles back down onto to repeat it until every grind of her hips against mine turns my blood to fire.
“Fuck,” I gasp against her mouth as her teeth sink into my lower lip. “We have to be… careful. I don’t want to… hurt you,” I gasp out in the minute seconds between each desperate kiss.
“You won’t,” Dove gasps. “Just hurry up and fuck me already. I need to feel something.” She hesitates and pulls away with both her hands in my hair. “I need to feel good.”
“I can make you feel good.”
“Then stop talking about it and do it.” She emphasises her demand with a tug on my hair and who am I to resist such a hot demand?
My shirt joins hers on the floor, and her hands roam all over my torso, tracing tattoos and scars like I’m a map and she’s seeking the treasure. Every kiss grows more and more desperate until my cock is straining painfully against my jeans and my thoughts tumble over one another.
Dove’s still injured so each caress of her body carefully manoeuvres around her stitches and bandages until I rest one hand against her lower back and the other on her thigh.
She drags her nails down my back with little care for my bruises but the flare of pain mingles with pleasure and our next kisses are fast and biting, verging on feral.
Sweeping up her thigh, both my hands move around her waist, where I unbutton her pants and shove them down just enough so that my hand can slip into her underwear and cup her heat.
“Oh my god,” Dove groans, arching her body into me once more. “I need you. I need you right now. Holy fuck!”
Pressing two fingers between her outer lips, I stroke the length of her pussy, soaking my fingers with her juices, and then in one smooth move, I sink those fingers deep inside her.