30. APRIL
APRIL
It was then he shifted into me, moaning, and damn, did I love that sweet sound. I knew exactly what he wanted. We had just finished cleaning up from the last round an hour ago. As soon as we hit the hotel, he was insatiable.
“Josh.”
“Hmm.” He gripped onto my skin tighter. His cock was like iron. I rubbed my ass against it and reached back gripping on to his shaft.
“Are you awake?”
“Yes.”
His hands skimmed across my hip to the swell of my ass cheek, cupping it perfectly in his hand.
My clit was already throbbing, to the point I was trying to not rub my legs together.
His lips found the back of my neck. I crooked it closer for him to have more access, he had this fantastic knack for hitting that sweet spot just behind my ear that could make me orgasm. I twisted around, so I was on my back.
His hands wandered further south and his fingers dipped under my pantie line, shifting it out of the way, brushing across the soft curls of my entrance. His fingers spread me apart and I knew I was wet. He wasted no time dipping in. I started riding his fingers and it was fucking hot.
“You like that?” He groaned, pushing harder against me, making me gasp.
“Yes.”
He moved with precision as he worked me to the brink of the edge, then abruptly pulled away.
“Hey—” My protest was stopped as he swiftly rolled me on top of him and yanked off my shirt, exposing my bare chest. “Don’t start what you can’t finish,” I teased.
“I can finish you in four minutes or less.” He grinned cockily.
“Probably,” I groaned into him. “But I want you to fuck me after that anyways.” I wanted to spend all night with him between my legs. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah.”
“Put it on. I need relief.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled.
Quickly, I rolled off him as he went and grabbed a condom.
When he returned, I knelt between his knees and licked my lips.
I grabbed his dick tightly, needing a taste first. He smirked and leaned back on his elbows, allowing me space.
I dove onto it, taking him deep in my mouth.
He immediately hissed. He wasn’t the only one with a magic mouth.
I used my thumb to draw a line along the vein, while I bobbed up and down, swirling at the tip. His hands wove into my hair as his hips moved in and out of my mouth, fucking it exactly as he needed to.
“April, stop,” he hissed, pulling away from me. “I’d rather fuck you.”
Abruptly, he pushed me onto my back, then dropped his lips to the soft flesh of my stomach.
Nipping at it until he reached my tits. He popped one in his mouth and I arched in response.
My clit was resting along his shaft. Slowly, I moved my hips, rubbing along it.
My hands yanked on the strands of his hair.
He teased my left nipple with his tongue. I moved along his shaft, picking up the pace.
“Fuck. April,” he gasped. Our eyes locked as I rode his cock without penetrating it. He was watching me. It was sexy as fuck.
Just then, he brought his face to mine, giving me a searing kiss. He wasn’t gentle, he devoured me. And I loved it. The mere fact that he could bring me close to the edge without even being in me, was something else.
“April, my cock is begging for mercy,” he said and flipped me so I was on top. He guided me down slowly, it was sensual. Every inch of him hit me in just the right spot.
“Fuck, that’s good.” My nails dug into his thighs as I held on.
“Fuck, you fit so well,” he moaned into my mouth. “Now, fuck me.”
I smirked, having forgotten how dirty and rough he liked it. I bounced on him like a pogo as he held onto my ass. My hips twirled and ground down on him until my clit hit the magic spot and everything started to shake.
“Josh, I’m so fucking close!” I cried out. He gripped me tighter.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Soak me in your juices.”
I tilted my head back as he took a nipple in his mouth, his teeth gently dragging across it, and I was a goner.
My orgasm ripped through me. He held onto me while I came down from the high, before he flipped me over.
“Again,” he spoke.
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
“I’m going to make you come again,” he said, before he thrust inside me. I gasped and clutched the pillow. He was in so deep, his balls bounced off my ass.
Holy fuck, was it good. “More.”
He pounded into me.
Again.
Again.
And again.
“My girl likes to fuck,” he chided and slapped my ass.
The way he claimed me so entirely, had me near the edge again. Sweat was dripping down us. My pussy squeezed him like a vice with my second orgasm.
“Fuck, April, you are so fucking perfect!” he yelled as he came.
“Incredible,” he stated, breathlessly.
It was true. This man had ruined me.
“You don’t have to say nice things. You already got it,” I said, sitting up to get out of bed.
He grabbed my wrist and forced me to look at him. “I’m not saying it to be nice. I’m saying it because it’s true.”
I watched the bob in his neck as he swallowed hard. Like he was making a point. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
“You’re pretty good, too.”
His eyebrow arched. “Pretty good?”
I see-sawed my hand.
“If that’s how you feel. Then I better go another round until you change your mind.”
“Another round? Easy, tiger, you’re not in your twenties anymore,” I chided.
He scoffed, “But I still fuck like I am.”
“Uh...” I stuttered, teasingly.
His face twisted. “That’s it.” He tackled me down on the mattress. “As long as this goes.” He pointed back and forth between us. “We go.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“As much as a torn Achilles.”
I gasped and covered his mouth with my hand. “Don’t even jinx us like that.”
A deep rumble of a laugh popped out of him.
Panting and spent, Josh and I laid on the bed, naked, in our post-sex haze.
He wasn’t kidding when he said, “we go.” I don’t think I’ve ever pulled an all-nighter for sex, but after the fourth go, I had to call a nap break.
We had to work in the morning. The team was running on the high of our last win and I was running on a high that things were going well with Josh. Too well.
When we joined Jake and Millie, and their friends last week, no one even batted an eye. We all got along, spending time bragging and bitching about the guys like normal couples do. While the guys watched us from the corner, pretending to play pool.
We ended up in the west-end of the city, at the bar that Lisa owned.
Even though she renovated most of it, she’d kept all the quintessential memorabilia, classic billiard tables, and dart boards.
Apparently, there was still a dart league on Tuesday nights, who knew?
But I digress. The night went, opened us up to being an item.
The plan was officially working, according to Josh.
Part of me cringed a bit when he said it in our Uber home, but he was giddy, clinging to it, and I didn’t want to ruin the mood. It was what we agreed to after all.
While we were at work, we kept things mostly professional.
Can’t say I didn’t sneak a kiss or three in the equipment room two days ago after his warm-up, but since then, we have both had conflicting schedules, and our arrival times in Philly differed.
I wasn’t slated to arrive until late this afternoon and he’d already be at the stadium for practice.
The only chance I’d get to see him would be tonight. And somehow, it was still too far away.