Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Gabe
“Mia, I can’t.”
She put a finger against my lips, separating us a fraction. “Can’t commit? Don’t think about it. Think about nothing else but now, about each other, how we feel in this moment.”
Her urgent words sent a tremor through me, sent my cock into a frenzy.
I took a long breath and exhaled on a groan as I pulled her in tight, pressed my cock into that perfect inward curve where her thighs met, a warm cushiony holding place until it could find its way inside. I took another long look into her eyes.
All I saw there was everything.
“Do you know how much I want you?” she asked, murmuring close enough for me to drink in the complicated heady scent of her, wafting up sweet and edgy, exotic and earthy from her juicy, aroused pussy.
She licked my bottom lip then nibbled, biting down hard enough to spark a jolt through my nerves like an electric charge along a wire, swelling my cock to uncomfortable proportions.
I should step back, should turn her away.
I’d be stupid to jump from the frying pan with Denise into the fire with Mia.
It would be a dumbass move to have sex the night before a game, something I didn’t do.
But as she breathed in my ear, raising gooseflesh—and my cock—grinding her hips against mine, I was growing stupider by the second.
“Fuck.” I couldn’t believe I said it out loud, expressed my true feelings and desires for a refreshing change.
I shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t put feeding my starving cock ahead of the team.
But this was Mia. Hell, it didn’t matter what I did, I’d be letting someone down. The team or Mia. Most of all myself.
She backed off enough for me to see her smile, a note of triumph mingled with her glassy-eyed passion.
“That’s the earthy term for what I want to do,” she said.
I laughed into her mouth, then kissed her hard, not breathing until I could take in enough of her, as if tasting her lips was more important than air right now. The spiraling need took me over, nullifying any common sense I’d started with, which was admittedly paltry.
The bed was a few feet away and I wanted to be lying in it with her, naked.
Lord knew my body was more than ready but my head was slower, wanting to cherish her, to experience the wonder.
I took in the silky feel of her hair as I buried my fingers in the thick waves then ran them down the nape of her neck, smiling as she shivered.
I wanted to make her moan and writhe with need until she fell apart, until her skin burned my hands, until she melted all over me, clenching down on my cock with her pussy quivering and strangling me with orgasm after orgasm.
As I thought these thoughts I must have moved, because she was backed up against the bed now and I’d slipped the strap of her top off her shoulder. Her hands roved from my chest down to my abdomen and slipped to the zipper of my pants. I should have worn less clothes.
Impatience had me kicking off my sneakers as I pushed her back onto my bed.
I held myself over her, kissing the shadows along her neck in the dimly lit room and I wished it was midday so I could see every nuance of her face.
With my pants unzipped, she reached in and freed my cock from its confines, and I swore under my breath, blinking with the excruciating pleasure of her hands on me, around me, squeezing me, taking my measure as if she were a chef preparing a meal and I were the main course.
“Wyatt. It is true what they say.” she breathed. I opened my eyes, my cock jumping at the implication of her words, and grinned.
“And what do they say?” I pulled her top down, exposing the fact that she wore no bra. I almost didn’t hear her answer, surprised and mesmerized with the sight of her breasts, twin gifts glowing in the moonlight. I ran a finger over the round plumpness.
“How the size of a man’s cock is directly proportional to the size of his—” She broke off and moaned when I ran a finger over one nipple, running back and forth, circling, feeling it stand out tall and ready, begging me to take it into my mouth.
Her nipple was conspiring with my cock in prompting me to plunge ahead.
“Size of my . . . what?” I bent my head and licked that nipple, took it in my mouth, flicked it with my tongue, tasting her skin, like cherries and almonds.
“Size of—your heart—oh Gabe.” Her voice struggled, her breathing strained, her chest heaved as she arched, shoving her nipple back into my mouth. I sucked it strong, with dizzying need.
When her words sank in, heat like a shot of brandy spread through me and I lifted my head, framed her face in my hands and kissed her everywhere: lips, nose, chin, eyes, cheeks.
Her words sparked me, set me on fire with their kindness, the unexpected feeling of being known and appreciated.
I was like a homeless man invited into a warm living room with a roaring fire and an easy chair waiting for him.
And then she squirmed under me, pulling her shorts down her legs, pulling at my pants.
“Let’s get rid of these damn clothes,” she said, her words spiking a sense of urgency in my system, making my cock bounce with violence, making the rest of me move fast and with the deftness that made me the gifted athlete I was.
Stripping naked, her eyes avid, she flushed and I pulled her panties, the last thing left on her, down until they reached her ankles and she kicked them off across the room.
“God, what a vision you are,” I said, lowering myself back onto the bed between her legs, feasting my eyes.
“I could say the same thing,” she said, her voice thick, her eyes intense as she reached her hand out to touch my abs, running her fingers across the ripple of my six-pack. I caught her fingers before she grabbed hold of my cock.
“Not yet. If you play with that right now, I won’t last.” I lowered my head, holding myself above her with my arms and started with her mouth, I kissed my way down her hot flawless skin.
“Gabe. That’s not fair.” She grazed her nails over my chest, up around my shoulders and neck, then wove them through my hair, sending shock waves through me with the delicate touch to my hypersensitive nerve endings.
“I have things I want to do to you, things I’ve been dreaming about,” I confessed.
“Really? You’ve been having hot dreams about me?”
I kissed her belly button, taking her hips in my hands, letting my fingers plunder the plushness of her ass, lifting her slightly as I lowered my mouth, her skin seeming to get hotter with each lick, the scent of her sex reaching my nose. She would be so wet.
She groaned, holding my head and arching up to meet my mouth as I licked around her pussy, the inside of her thighs, teasing, touching every part of her except that central swollen part, that most sensitive nub hidden in her folds.
“Gabe.” She spoke my name like a prayer, a plea for help. Blood pounded through me and I looked up to see her face, glowing and beautiful in this aroused state. Damn, I hadn’t even touched her yet, hadn’t tested her moisture.
“Do you want an orgasm, Mia?” I darted my tongue inside the folds, finding and flicking the nub with pinpoint accuracy, eliciting a loud tortured moan from her.
Heart racing, I slipped her legs over my shoulders and covered her pussy with my mouth, stroking her from top to bottom with my tongue as she writhed and pulsed under me.
She was so wet, her juices pouring into my mouth, her plump flesh like forbidden fruit, impossibly sweet.
Her clit throbbed and she thrashed as I flicked it with my tongue, circled and flicked her clit faster and faster, not stopping until her thighs closed and her hips rose and she clenched every muscle.
She let go my name on a long, insane call as her fingers clutched my hair, holding on for the beautiful shuddering of her entire body.
Wild with the sheer magnificence of her orgasm, I sucked, not letting go until her screams went silent and she whimpered my name.
Wild pounding inside me, my cock straining to the edge of what I could stand, my balls tight and needy, I lifted my head and moved up to kiss her face, to let her taste herself on my lips.
“Oh my God, oh my God . . . Gabe. . . what you do to me. . . I want you inside me so much.” She arched her back, thrusting her hips to meet my diamond-hard cock.
“Do I need a condom?” My voice was a rasp, my cock so close to the hot wet opening of her. I hoped to hell she was protected, that I wouldn’t need to move from her.
Shaking her head violently, she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me close, our sweaty bodies touching, sliding together.
“No condom. I’m . . . on the pill.” She panted the words, still catching her breath, still high from her orgasm.
I didn’t argue, studying her eyes for a beat to be sure.
I knew her history. She knew mine. When she reached down and took my cock in her hand, guiding it inside her, I groaned loud, tried to take it slow, gritted my teeth against the excruciating pleasure and maintained control—barely.
She held onto me with her arms and legs as I kissed her and then looked into her eyes while I pushed, as far as I could go, filling her as she took all of me in.
“Oh my God, you feel so amazingly good, make me so full, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”
Her words made my head spin, started a spiraling inside me that I fought to slow as I withdrew, sliding out to the tip and then thrusting back in again.
As I repeated the motion, keeping steady as my body trembled, I reached between us with one hand and found her sensitive mound, stroking her with my thumb.
I slid in and out, she moved her hips, meeting me, grinding against me, pushing so that I was buried deep inside her.