Chapter 19
MILES
I walk her backward until her ass falls to the mattress. Using her arms, she scoots up the length of the bed, and I don’t let our lips part as I climb with her, both of my knees on either side of her body. I’m not letting her go now that I have her again.
Her back falls to the mattress, and I hold my weight over her with one elbow on the side of her head. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? This slinky pajama outfit almost made me go caveman on you.”
I slide my hand up the hem of her silk tank, and her back arches when my hand covers her bare breast. My thumb runs over her nipple, and she moans, pushing up and demanding more.
My mouth falls back to hers, my tongue sliding between her parted lips, and I groan when she meets me with the same intensity.
In our frenzy, we can’t get enough of one another.
Her fingers grip my long strands and keep me exactly where I am.
“Fuck, I don’t know where to start.” I tear my lips away, but I’m unable to stay away from tasting every inch of her, so I drag my lips along her neck to the crevice of her breasts.
I pull her silk tank up and off her, exposing her perfect tits. Her nipples are hard, and I wrap my mouth around one, sucking it into my mouth with force. There’s no being gentle right now.
“Jesus, Miles.”
It pops out of my mouth, and I look at her wet lips. Who am I kidding? I need more of that mouth.
My knee moves between her closed legs to give me room between them.
She widens her thighs more, and I wedge my hips between them, then grind into her.
I groan into her mouth when I feel that she’s hot and wet and eager for me.
Her nails scrape at my back, and I can’t get my tongue deep enough in her mouth.
To have her body under my hands feels like the first time I held a football, when I knew I found something special, something I loved.
“Fuck.” She throws back her head when I grind my steel length between her legs and lick all the way down her neck before taking a tit into my mouth again.
She widens her legs further in demand, and I slide one hand between us, through the gap in the leg of her pajama shorts, then run my fingers through her wetness.
“You’re killing me. You’re so fucking wet,” I murmur against her hot skin. She grinds against my hand, and I press my palm down on her clit to get her off.
“Don’t move that hand.” She takes what she wants from me, arching her hips. “Oh fuck, it feels so good.”
She bucks in slow circles, building the pressure with every hit of my palm. I watch as her orgasm rushes through her like a lion chasing a cheetah. It happens so fast that it wedges satisfaction deep in my chest.
“There is nothing better in this world than watching you get off, Bryce, swear to God.”
I slide down her body, grabbing the edges of her pajama bottoms as I go, and pull them down her body until they’re off. I toss them aside and nudge her thighs further apart, casting kisses up her inner thigh .
“I think I can still taste you if I think hard enough about it.” I run my nose just above her pussy, up and down, teasing her, inhaling the scent of her arousal. They should bottle this up and sell it, it’s so enticing.
“Please, Miles, please.”
I stop teasing and look up at her. Her eyes are shut, and her body is arched with her hands already full of the comforter.
“Are you begging?” There’s no hiding the satisfaction from my voice.
Bryce’s eyes fly open and meet my gaze in the death stare of all death stares. “What do you want?” Her eyes narrow.
I love it when she’s angry, even better when she’s angry, naked, and my mouth is between her legs.
“You can’t run. Tomorrow morning, no running.” I slide out the tip of my tongue and run it gently over her clit.
“Are you seriously holding my orgasm ransom?” She’s trying not to pant and doing a piss-poor job of it.
I nod, smiling, wiggling my tongue under my teeth. “It’s up to you. I gave you one for free. The rest you have to make a promise for.”
She throws her body into the mattress. “Miles!”
“Shh… someone might hear you.”
She grinds her teeth. “Fine, no running.”
“Glad we understand each other.”
“Miles Cavanaugh, if that tongue of yours isn’t on my pussy in one second, I’m going to take you down my throat right before you come and then bite it off.”
“Fuck, that’s evil.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Two can play at this game.”
“You play by different rules.” I bring her legs over my shoulders and run my tongue along her inner thighs, using the tip of my finger to edge her opening.
She moans, and my tongue circles her clit before sucking it into my mouth. I inch my finger slowly into her opening and listen to her breath turn ragged. She moves her hips, trying to get off on me in her own way, but this time, I control her orgasm.
I hold her hips down with my arm, and she wiggles to get free, but I shake my head, flatten my tongue, and run it up and down her folds.
Removing my finger, I grab both sides of her ass, burying my face in her.
She circles her hips again, and I slow things down a smidge to get her off without the use of my fingers.
“Miles. You’re so good. Do not stop. I’ll promise anything right now, just do not stop.”
I chuckle, and her hands come down, grabbing the back of my head as her hip circles increase, and her grinding gets harder. She pants and says inaudible things until her stomach sinks in, her entire body tenses, and she moans, coming on my face.
“Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t believe how good you are at this.”
I lap up everything she gives me then rise up and take off my boxers. My cock has never been this hard in my life. It borders on painful. “I don’t have anything on me.”
It kills me to say it, knowing that will likely prevent me from fucking this goddess in front of me.
“I have an IUD…”
“Would you believe me if I told you I haven’t slept with anyone since I got to Chicago?”
Her eyes widen. “Really?”
I nod. “You?”
“Me either, and I was at the doctor right before I left because I didn’t want the hassle of finding a doctor here right away.”
“So you’re clean?” we ask in unison, and we both nod.
I lie over her, wedging my head in her opening, and she wraps her arms around me as I ask, “Is this okay?”
“More than okay.” She smiles, the rare one that very few people ever get the opportunity to see, and I can’t believe I’m on the receiving end.
I groan and tuck my head into her neck. “So wet.”
“You’re so hard,” she moans. “So big.”
I push into her fully and allow her to get used to my size before moving again. She pushes at my chest, rolling me over to my back, and I groan when my dick slips out of her.
She hovers over me, grabs the base of my dick, and slides down on me. “I’m an on-top kind of girl.” Her hips move forward, taking my length in and out of her.
I grab her tits and tease her nipples with my thumbs, and they harden even further. She rides me slowly, her hands on my chest for balance, and her head falls back while she rocks up and down. I slide my hand between us, teasing her clit, and she moves faster.
She’s like a goddess, taking her pleasure, moving up and down my cock. I could watch her like this forever, but she needs to know who’s running things here.
Just as her breath labors, and she’s seconds away from coming, I roll us over and slide in behind her before pushing myself back inside her.
I hammer into her from behind as my hands explore her tits.
At this angle, I can kiss her. Our tongues can’t go as deep, but damn, I love kissing her as my dick slides into her wetness.
“I like it on the side,” I say against her lips.
She chuckles. She’s either too tired to try to put me in a different position, or she’s calling a truce.
I continue to fuck her hard but decide that I need more of her eyes, so I slip out of her and move over her, rising up on my hands. “I want to see you when I make you come.”
She looks annoyed, but she doesn’t dodge my eye contact, staring into my eyes as I enter her body over and over again. When I increase my speed, she clings to me, her eyes hot with arousal .
“Perfect. So fucking perfect.” Her nails dig into my back. “I’m gonna come.”
“That’s my girl.”
I almost lose control when I see the transparency in her dark eyes, as if a veil has lifted from them. There’s so much there. A plea to not hurt her, to not damage her fragile heart. I’d never do that. Not to her, the woman who’s perfect for me.
She arches off the mattress, coming on a curse before sinking back down. I pump into her a few more times before I withdraw and grip the base of my cock, then come all over her stomach.
We lie there for a moment, catching our breath, and I slide the sweaty hair away from her forehead and kiss it. “I’ll be right back. Remember, no running.”
She shakes her head. “I’m pretty sure you’d catch me at the door.”
“True. I am used to chasing faster guys than you.” I head into the bathroom and grab a washcloth before returning to clean her up. Wiping her stomach, I ask, “How do you feel now?”
“I think I could sleep for a week.”
I laugh. “I might stay awake all night to make sure you don’t sneak out.”
I return to the bathroom to toss the washcloth in the corner of the bathroom, and when I return, she’s sprawled naked on the bed, her eyes closed.
Taking away our barrier, I use the blankets to cover her, trying not to disturb her.
Her eyes pop open, and I jolt back. “I’m not asleep yet.”
“You scared the crap out of me.”
She laughs and settles under the covers. “Next time I’m coming when I’m on top.”
I lie down under the blankets, and I’m pleasantly surprised when she slides over and cuddles into my side. “Are you always going to fight for control? ”
She rests her chin on my stomach and looks at me. “Probably.”
I grin. “I’d expect nothing less.”
We talk about our game tomorrow, or today as it were, and she runs her hand up and down my stomach. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy. I can only pray that we don’t fuck it up.
Right before I’m about to lose the battle with sleep, she turns to me. “We’re on the same page, right?”
“What’s that?”
“That this stays between us. No one can know we did this.”
I sigh and open my eyes. She opens her mouth to say something, but I place my finger over her mouth. “Just don’t run. You don’t run away from me, and I’ll agree to whatever you want.”
She smiles, a soft look in her eyes. “I’m not running.”
“Then we have a deal.”
We lie there, her body getting heavier the deeper she falls asleep, but I stay awake, hoping I’m not making a mistake. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want Bryce, but she comes with risks—the biggest one being that she’ll freak out and make a run for it.
Hell, I come with risks for her. I should’ve known my love life wouldn’t come easy—nothing ever really has. But I fought to be a pro football player, and I’ll fight to be Bryce’s man just the same.