21. Nolan #2
When I pull up to the house, a couple of hours later, I’m still feeling energized from our win, as though the crowd has followed me home, their cheers still audible as I lock my truck and head inside.
Hadley’s in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water.
“Are the others here?” I ask.
She shakes her head as she finishes the water. “They changed after the game and Katie went to Carsen’s and Hannah is out with Ethan.”
“Good.” I stride toward her.
Hadley’s eyes widen as she tilts her head, trying to anticipate my next move. I drop my shoulder into her stomach and lift her off the ground. She squeals. I smack her pajama-covered ass and grab the basement door.
“This is a terrible idea,” Hadley says. “If you fall down the stairs, we’re both going to break our legs.”
“Pretend you’re parasailing.” I close the basement door, lock it, and descend the stairs.
I don’t put her down until reaching my bed.
The moment she’s steady on her feet, I grab the hem of her sweatshirt, pulling it up and over her head in one fluid motion, revealing a black lacy undergarment that isn’t a bra or shirt.
Hadley’s blue eyes flash with humor and lust, a tantalizing combination. “And here I thought you might go out tonight to celebrate your win and take a rain check on tonight.”
I run my fingers over her exposed neck and then reroute my path when hitting the strap of the lacy garment. “Is that what you were hoping for?” I watch the swell of her chest as I draw my fingers lower to her nipple, gently pinching the point between my thumb and forefinger.
Hadley shakes her head. “No, but I’d understand if you had.”
“This is how I want to celebrate.” I lower my face to her chest and put my mouth over the lace and her nipple, grazing the fabric with my teeth.
Hadley’s hands are in my hair as her breath falls out with a heavy sigh of pleasure—an addictive sound that I choose to make my goal for the night. I want to draw that sound from her at least four times.
I drop to my knees, drawing her shorts down with me. Her underwear is lace, black lace. She was wanting this, too.
I grip one of her ankles and begin to lift it, watching her confusion and uncertainty as she reaches for my bed to help balance her. I hook her ankle over my shoulder, and then pull her underwear to one side and lick up her slit.
Her breathy moan of pleasure and surprise, as though she’s not sure she should be enjoying this has me grabbing her hip, tugging her closer as I feast on her, determined to shut off that side of reasoning in her brain that has her considering what she looks like and what she should want.
I fuse my mouth to her, the scent and taste of her all around me, making me moan as I slide my tongue over and inside of her.
Hadley’s breaths turn guttural. I continue, changing the pressure and length of my strokes, lazy as I feast on her, punishing when I want to hear her gasps.
She brings a hand to the back of my head, threading her fingers into my short hair, pulling me closer when I hit the spot that makes her breaths turn into quiet cries.
I hum my approval and lick and suck until her breaths grow broken and her orgasm has her calling my name as her body pulsates around my mouth. Her body grows taut and then fully relaxed.
My name on her lips is still echoing in my ears as I help her stand. Her eyes are closed, a warm, wanton look on her face that assures me those cries weren’t an act.
“How are you feeling?” I brush my thumb along her jaw, tucking her dark hair back.
“Like cherry Jell-O.”
I chuckle. “Do you want to call it a night?”
She shakes her head, those crystal-blue eyes peeking at me.
“Think you can get on your knees?”
“You’re still dressed.”
I smirk, tearing off my shirt, underwear, and shorts in under a second. When I glance at her, eyebrows raised, her eyes are on my cock.
I grip myself, running my hand over my shaft. Hadley’s nipples harden. I’m so turned on right now, all I can think about is sinking into her, but then Hadley takes the two steps to stand in front of me and with my next breath she’s on her knees in front of me, licking the head of my cock.
I hiss at the contact and then release a long and guttural groan. She pins me in place with those blue eyes, looking up at me as she licks the length of my shaft and my fingers where I’m still gripping myself. She takes the tip of me in her mouth, sucking and then twirling her tongue around me.
My hips jerk and I swear with my next growl, releasing myself.
Hadley smiles around my cock, the sight a wet dream, and then she takes more of me, running her tongue around me, sucking, grazing me with her teeth.
I want to change our proposal here and now, so she does this every damn day because the feeling of her mouth on me is a euphoria I didn’t know existed.
She adds her hand, taking a little more of me, and I nearly come on her tongue.
I slip out of her mouth, drag her off the floor and bend her over the bed as she makes a small yelp of surprise. I grab a condom from my nightstand, roll it over myself, and bury myself in her with one hard thrust.
She moans her pleasure, and I nearly forget how good her mouth felt because buried inside of her feels equally amazing.
“We might only be able to do one position tonight,” I warn her.
Hadley slides forward, losing a bit of my length, and then slides back over me.
“Fuck,” I grind out, watching as she moves her body over me again, the sight of her taking me so damn good I don’t dare move for several minutes, watching her ride me.
When her movements grow faster, I join her, finding the same rhythm, making every thrust harder and faster until we spiral into nothingness together, both panting and damp with sweat as we lie across my bed, my softening cock still inside of her.