Chapter Seven #4
I snorted. “I have so many comments I want to make, but I’m resisting.”
Leah laughed, her body vibrating against mine as she did. The sound was starting to become my favorite hit of dopamine—right up there with game-winning shots, and every time we beat the men’s team in a practice game.
After a few beats of silence, I guessed she’d fallen back asleep. I tried to get a glimpse at her face, but she’d tucked it away, burrowing into my shirt. I took out my phone and watched recent men’s basketball highlights with my phone silent, my free hand making small circles over Leah’s back.
After falling asleep, Leah didn’t move at all for an impressively long time. I held my hand out in front of her nose to make sure she was still breathing. When I felt her soft, warm exhale against my palm, I went back to my basketball highlights, smiling to myself.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when she finally opened her eyes again. The room was dark now that the sun had pretty much completely gone down, but that was the only indication that time had passed.
She woke up slowly at first and then suddenly shot up in bed. She winced and put a hand to her head.
“Oh my god, I feel awful,” she moaned. She turned and looked at me and then blinked, like she couldn’t believe I was actually there. Her hands went to her hair, smoothing it down. I reached out and pushed some strands gently behind her ear.
“I’m…” she blushed, her hair falling over her face. “I can leave. I’m so sorry.”
“Leah.”
Leah looked around, taking in my apartment. “I’m so mortified. Did I call you?”
“Leah,” I said, and she turned to look at me. “Lay down. It’s okay. You texted me, but I answered because I wanted to see you.”
She looked at me like I’d just given her a riddle. Her eyes danced across my face, her posture poised to still get out of bed.
“I’m not testing you. Come on, lay down. I want you here.”
It took a few breaths for Leah to finally even relax her shoulders. I patted my chest playfully. “Come back.”
She bit back a smile. “Okay.”
Leah wrapped her warm body around me, her long legs tangled in mine. She laid her head over my chest with uncertainty at first, but then eased into position pretty quickly. “I feel like I was asleep for days.”
I chuckled. “Not days but definitely hours.”
“I’m never drinking like that again,” she said, her body now fully relaxed against mine.
I could only assume whoever she’d been dating before had not exactly been the accommodating type since it’d taken her so long to believe me.
But I liked that she was open to it now, open to me.
Nothing ever felt like a fight or a game with Leah.
I’d been caught in so many weird cycles—girls who tried to play hard to get, girls who didn’t put up a fight at all, girls who wanted me but mostly just wanted the idea of me.
Everything was somehow casual but exhausting.
Leah wasn’t, though. Leah felt simple, straightforward. Someone who knew what she wanted and knew how to go after it. It was hot.
“Alcohol will do that, unfortunately,” I said and put my phone down.
She moved off my chest and laid on the pillow next to me. I turned over so we could look at each other.
“Am I allowed to admit that I was drunk now with no judgment?”
I laughed. “I could already guess, but it’s fine.”
“It’d been a long morning.”
“We’ve all been there,” I said. Even though drinking wasn’t the first thing I gravitated toward when I was having a bad day, I understood the feeling.
I was hardest on myself when it came to basketball, so my punishment was usually pushing myself too hard at the gym, working out for too long on the court.
I’d go until my body hurt, until I threw up.
Whatever made me feel better in the moment.
But similarly to alcohol, it usually wouldn’t actually fix anything or make me feel any better.
Her eyes danced over my face. “Thanks for coming to get me. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Of course I did. A beautiful woman asked me to do her the honor of walking her home. I’m not saying no.”
“My knight in shining armor.”
“Twice now, not that I’m counting.”
Leah smiled. “Just so big and strong,” she teased, dropping her voice into a tone that was, fortunately and unfortunately for me, incredibly sexy. If I had a dick, that was about all that would’ve been required to get me hard.
“You joke, but I am. Got the evidence to prove it and everything.”
“I’m not sure I believe you.”
I smirked, knowing a setup when I saw one. She’d seen me play basketball too many times not to know. But I wasn’t about to deny her the opportunity to see my arms again.
I propped myself up with my left arm and flexed my right bicep for her.
Her playful demeanor dropped in an instant, her cheeks flushing. She recovered quickly in the face, but I could tell the move had worked on her.
Leah exhaled. “Oh, fuck,” she said under her breath. She traced her fingers over my arm and then gripped it. Her hand couldn’t even wrap all the way around. “I can’t believe you just have these.”
I threw my head back with laughter. “I’d sure hope I have them considering how much time I spend working out.”
“Not to state the obvious, but this is so hot,” she said, her fingers still trailing over my muscles. “You could throw me around with these.” Her eyes lit up. “You could probably lift me.”
“Think so?” I teased.
Leah nodded, redirecting her eyes from my arms to my face. “Mhm,” she said and repositioned her legs so one was draped over my torso.
My eyes wandered over her body, taking in the way my t-shirt hung off her frame and how I could see the fabric of her thong stretched against her hip bone.
The air in the room changed, mutual hunger growing between us. Leah bent her knee toward the ceiling to give me a better look at what was under the shirt she was wearing, tempting me to move closer. I put my hand on her thigh and then moved it down her leg, relishing in her soft skin.
She moved the shirt up higher on her torso, fully revealing her underwear and the smooth expanse of her stomach.
My mouth nearly started watering looking at her. I was too deep in it now to bother asking if this was a good idea. I didn’t care; I needed her.
I repositioned on the bed, propping myself up between her legs. She locked eyes with me, silently begging.
Smiling, I pressed my lips to her lower leg and moved back up toward her thigh. As I inched closer to the space between her legs, I trailed with my tongue instead. She arched her back in response and moved herself closer to me on the bed. She moaned, her voice breathy as she gripped the sheets.
I could feel and taste how wet she already was. “Did you miss this?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around her legs to hold her in place. I just barely brushed the fabric covering her with my lips, but it was enough to make her inhale sharply.
“Yes.” She rocked her hips as she tried to spread her legs out further for me.
I moved back up, pressing my body to hers. I kept my weight between her legs. “You’re doing that thing again,” I whispered and took her ear gently between my teeth. “We don’t have to rush. Let me take my time with you.”
“I don’t know how to be patient with you.”
Fuck. She made it impossible for me to wait, too, even though I wanted to.
But just because Leah had demonstrated she had unbelievable stamina—we’d gone for so many rounds last time, I was surprised she didn’t complain about being sore—didn’t mean I didn’t plan to drag those rounds out for as long as I could. I wasn’t ready for her to leave yet.
“Take a deep breath for me,” I said, my voice low. “Unless you want this to be quick and dirty. I can do that, too.”
Leah shook her head. “I never want to leave this bed.”
I kissed the material of her thong sitting at her pubic bone and slipped my thumb underneath the string at her right hip. “Good answer.”
I moved her underwear to the side and dipped my head between her thighs. I kissed her slit, just teasing her at first with varied pressure. When her breath changed into something deeper and needier, I used my tongue to go between her lips. I trailed her opening until I reached her clit.
Her wetness covered my chin and lips. She was fucking delicious, a sexy, moaning mess at my touch. I ran my tongue over her clit, listening to her breaths get shorter and feeling her desperately clinging to my hair, the sheets, my shoulders.
I could feel her orgasm as she cried out, louder than I’d heard her before.
Our first time having sex had been undeniably incredible, but this was something else entirely.
There was still so much to learn about her, but I knew her body better now.
That knowledge was proven useful in getting her to finish even harder than last time.
I slowed down, gauging Leah’s interest in another round. When she squeezed her thighs to my face and didn’t let up, I knew I could keep going.
I stripped her underwear away easily and sat up, pulling her legs to either side of me. She looked up at me, her cheeks flushed. She was panting, her chest rising and falling. I cupped one of her breasts with my hands, running my thumb over her nipple.
She bit her lip, moving her hand down her stomach to go toward her clit. I stopped her and pinned her arm over her head.
“Needy girl,” I said as I leaned over her.
“I am.” She tilted her chin up, and I nipped at her neck, careful not to leave any marks behind. When I trailed my tongue from the base of her neck to her ear, she moaned desperately and dug her short fingers into my back.
Her back arched as I swirled my tongue around her ear. “Oh my god.”
I brushed my hand down her stomach, just barely grazing her skin. She spread her legs further apart for me in the process. She was soaking wet and impossibly sexy as she looked up at me with hunger in her eyes.
I teased the lips of her pussy apart and then slowly eased a finger inside. Leah gasped and gripped the sheets.