Chapter 33
Holland
It’s been a week. A whole week since we’ve been back at Ellington. Lainey and I have spent almost every night together. Mostly at my place since Ellie is at hers.
I don’t know what Lainey’s been telling Haley and Ellie every night about where she’s been, but I know she hasn’t told them who she’s been with.
We’ve been doing a pretty good job at hiding whatever this is between us since we got back.
I’m pretty positive no one has caught on. Except for maybe Haley, because every time I see that girl, she gives me a weird ass look like she knows something.
Haley also has a resting bitch face, so that could have something to do with it.
Either way, I don’t know how much more sneaking around I can do. I mean, don’t get me wrong. The sneaking around is sexy as hell, and it adds a bit of a thrill to it. But I don’t want to hide anymore. I want everyone to know that Lainey is mine.
Although, she isn’t really mine. Not officially at least. Not yet. But she will be. I will make sure of it.
Lainey stirs next to me, her eyes fluttering open slowly as she wakes. It’s six in the morning and I haven’t been able to sleep since I woke up around four.
My mind has been racing with thoughts about school, Lainey, rugby, and the clubs. I’ve put work on the back burner for weeks, especially with the semester starting back up again, the wedding, and practice.
I know Ryker and Pat have a lot of that shit handled since they’re out of school. I, however, still have to worry about school shit which is annoying as hell, and I cannot wait to be done with this crap.
“You’re up,” Lainey says sleepily. God, she’s beautiful. Even when she’s just waking up and her hair is an absolute disaster.
She stretches, her arms reaching over to wrap around my torso, her head leaning on my bare chest. My arm wraps around her and I kiss the top of her head lightly.
“I am,” I say. Lainey looks to the alarm clock on the end table before groaning.
“It’s only six. Why are you up? You don’t have class, and practice isn’t until noon.”
I love that she knows my schedule.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I shrug. She pulls herself up so she’s looking down at me, her expression mixed with confusion and what looks like a bit of concern. I tuck a piece of stray hair behind her ear.
“Why not? Have you been up long?” she asks sitting up, her bare chest staring back at me. My god, if she isn’t the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I mean, I’ve seen tits, but Lainey’s are out of this world.
Everything she does is out of this world. I don’t know how I never realized it before, but Lainey Barkley is perfection. She’s everything I need and more.
“A few minutes,” I lie. I don’t want her to worry about me and certainly don’t want to talk about all of the shit on my mind right now. It’s too early to talk about feelings and shit. Especially because miss psychology major will want to analyze my every feeling.
She gives me a look like she doesn’t believe me, but before she can question it, I wrap my arms around her waist and flip her onto her back so I’m hovering over her.
Lainey squeals and laughs before my mouth crashes onto hers. Her body relaxes instantly, and mine lowers so that my hard dick rubs against her warm center. She lets out a soft moan as she kisses me back with fervor.
This wasn’t exactly my plan this morning, but I’m not complaining. My tongue dives into her mouth, hers fighting for dominance, but she should know she won’t win that fight.
I’ve always had a more domineering side when it comes to sex. I’ve been told I can get a bit too into it by some women who couldn’t handle it, but Lainey? She seems to love it, and I love that.
My fingers trace idle patterns just above the waistband of Lainey’s panties. I feel the faintest tremor run through Lainey’s body, the way her muscles tense just slightly at the touch. A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth as I continue to kiss her.
I absolutely love the way Lainey’s body reacts to mine.
Pulling away, I begin to kiss beneath her ear, feeling the flutter of her heartbeat against my mouth. The kiss is soft at first, barely there, just the brush of my lips and the faintest graze of teeth.
Lainey exhales sharply, her fingers flexing against the mattress before her hand finds my hip, her nails digging in just enough to urge me closer.
She moans softly, and my dick twitches at the sound. Fuck I need to be inside her. But that’s not my goal right now. My goal is to make her feel good.
My hand slides lower, palm flattening against the soft swell of Lainey’s belly before dipping between her thighs. She’s already warm and wet, the heat of her pussy radiating against my fingertips.
Lainey’s breath hitches, her back arching off the mattress as my middle finger teases through her slit, gathering the slickness before circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Fuck,” Lainey hisses, her free hand tangling in my hair, yanking just hard enough to make my scalp prickle.
“Yeah, baby. You love it?” I murmur, my mouth trailing down the column of her throat, my teeth nipping at the sensitive skin where her neck meets her shoulder.
I taste the salt on her skin and something sweet, Lainey’s perfume, maybe, or just the taste of her skin after hours of being pressed together.
My fingers keep moving, lazy at first, then firmer as Lainey’s hips began to rock into the touch, her thighs falling open in silent invitation.
Shifting lower, my lips follow the path my hand had taken just moments ago, kissing over the swell of Lainey’s breasts, my tongue flicking over one stiff nipple before moving to the other.
Lainey’s gasp is sharp, her fingers tightening in my hair as I take the peak between my teeth, biting down just enough to make her whimper.
“God, yes—just like that.” Her voice is breathy, needy, the kind of sound that makes my cock twitch with need.
I keep descending, kissing over the soft dip of her navel, the flare of her hips, the sharp jut of her hipbones. The scent of her is intoxicating, musky and rich, the kind of aroma that makes my fucking head spin.
Finally, I make it down to the spot I’ve been waiting to taste. When my tongue finally drags over Lainey’s wetness, she lets out a broken moan, her thighs clamping around my shoulders.
“Fuck, Holland…please.”
Shit, I love to hear her beg. I chuckle against her.
“Such a greedy girl,” I murmur. “Already dripping for me.”
My fingers join my mouth, two of them sliding inside her with ease, curling just right to make her breath stutter. My tongue swirls around her clit, slow and teasing at first, then faster as Lainey’s hips begin to jerk, her body chasing the friction.
“More,” Lainey begs, her voice raw. “I need…fuck…”
Her words dissolve into a cry as my fingers crook deeper, my mouth pressing down on her clit, sucking hard.
Lainey’s fingers twist in the sheets, her other hand still fisted in my hair, holding me right where she needs me.
The sounds spilling from her lips are filth pleas and curses and my name, repeated like a prayer.
I can feel her getting closer by the way her inner walls begin to flutter around my fingers, her thighs trembling.
Pulling back slightly, I growl, “Come on, baby. Let me taste you.”
Then my mouth is on her again, relentless, my tongue working in tight, fast circles while my fingers fuck her deep and hard.
Lainey’s orgasm crashes over her with a broken sob, her body locking up before she melts into the mattress, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as she comes in hot, messy waves.
Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing her like this. All hot and bothered for me. God, it’s intoxicating.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are Lainey’s ragged breathing and the wet noises my fingers make as I slow my thrusts, drawing out the last of her shudders.
Her eyes open slowly, taking me in before giving me a small smile. She looks blissful, and I love that I was able to make her feel that way.
My cock hurts with how hard it is, but I didn’t do this for anything in return. I did this for Lainey, and because I am obsessed with her and her body.
She reaches up, her arms wrapping around the back of my neck, and before I can react, Lainey pulls me down, flipping me onto my back, straddling my hips with a smirk that makes my heart fucking stutter.
“My turn,” she purrs, her fingers wrapping around my cock.
Jesus, fuck.
I’m already leaking precum, my dick pulsating as Lainey strokes me once, twice, her thumb swiping over the slick crown before she leans down, her lips brushing the underside.
“I kind of wanna see you beg for it.”
Oh lord, if she continues that I’m going to come right now before she even starts.
“You want me to beg, Barkley?” I ask, my voice deep with desire and need.
Lainey nods with a mischievous smile.
She runs her hand over my length a few more times and I’m about ready to do anything this woman asks of me.
“Fuck, Lainey, please,” my voice cracks on the word, my hands flying to her hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands. Lainey’s tongue flicks out, tracing the thick vein that runs along the length of my dick before she takes the head into her mouth, her lips sealing tight around the ridge.
Groaning, my head falls back against the pillows.
“That’s it, just like that…fuck…” my hips roll up, feeding more of my length into Lainey’s mouth, and she takes it eagerly, her throat opening around me as she swallowed me down.
Her tongue presses flat against the underside, her lips stretching around my girth. My fingers tighten in her hair, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth, baby. Such a pretty little slut for me.”
Lainey moans around me, the vibration making my toes curl. She pulls back just enough to lap at the slick head, her hand working the base in tight, twisting strokes.
“You like that?” she asks, her breath ghosting over the wet skin.
“Yes…fuck…” my voice is weak, my hips snapping up helplessly. “Need you to…don’t stop…”
She doesn’t. She takes me deep again, her nose pressing into the base of my cock, her throat fluttering around the tip.
My body tenses, my muscles locking up as pleasure coils tight in my gut.
“Fuck, Lainey. I’m gonna come,” I gasp, my warning lost in the wet sounds of Lainey’s unrelenting mouth.
But she doesn’t pull away. No, she takes me in deeper, her hand cupping my balls, her fingers squeezing gently as my orgasm tears through me. Groaning, my cock jerks between Lainey’s lips as she swallows every drop, her throat working around me.
My fucking God. She is incredible. The pleasure is almost blinding, and I swear I died and went to Heaven because there is no way this girl is real.
Finally, Lainey pulls off me with a wet pop, licking her lips as she crawls up my body.
My dick continues to twitch, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
I’m sensitive and oversaturated, but the way Lainey grinds her hips down against me sends a fresh spark of arousal through my veins.
I never knew sex could be this addicting.
“You’re insatiable,” I tell her, her forehead leaning against mine, our hands intertwined with one another.
“Yeah, well,” Lainey shrugs, her lips turning up into a sexy smirk.
Yeah, it’s official. I’m a sap. This woman is without a doubt the most perfect woman on the planet, and I don’t know how I went this long without being able to be with her like this. Being able to taste her, being able to see this side of her that not everyone is lucky enough to see.
Lainey leans down slowly as I push a strand of hair behind her ear. When her lips touch mine again, I let out a low moan.
“I wish I didn’t have practice today. I’d stay here with you and do this all day,” I say lowly.
Lainey nods, her bottom lip jutting out in the cutest pout. “I know. Do you have to go?”
“Unfortunately, yes. I missed a week, and the guys will kill me if I miss any more. We’ve got that game against Concoran next weekend.”
I fucking hate Concoran. They’re from Rhode Island, and the guys on their team are fucking dicks. They play like assholes and they’re always little bitches when they lose.
Lainey sits up, throwing her curly hair up on the top of her head and climbing off the bed. I watch as she makes her way over to my bathroom and shuts the door behind her.
“You know you guys will kick their asses, right?” she calls from behind the door. I chuckle.
“Yeah, well, you’ll be there, right?”
The door clicks open, and Lainey walks out with a toothbrush in her mouth. “Duh.”
“Hey Lainey,” I begin. She walks back into the bathroom, spits in the sink and comes back out, her hands on her hips.
“Holland,” she urges, a small smile on her face, and I feel bad because I know what I’m about to say is going to make the smile disappear.
“You know people are going to find out about us sooner than later, and it’ll be better if they find out from us,” I shrug, and just like I predicted, her face falls.
Pulling one of my shirts over her head, she picks her shorts up off the floor and tugs them on.
“We don’t even know what we are. How are we going to tell people about us if we don’t even know what we’re doing?”
I know what I’m doing. I want her, and only her. All the other girls, all the other bullshit, I don’t want any of it. All I want is her. But how the hell do I convince the girl that’s terrified of trusting anyone to trust me with something she’s been guarding her entire life?