Chapter 9
LORNA
Watching Cole coach a game from the press box had been exciting.
But surprisingly, the wildest moment of the afternoon had been when the kiss cam zeroed in on us while the Nighthawks defense had been on the field.
I hadn’t realized that anyone had noticed me up there with him until one of the sportscasters had nudged him and jerked his chin toward the big screen.
Our kiss had been blasted across the stadium to a lot of applause, but it was quickly forgotten when Micah Daughtry intercepted the ball and got the Nighthawks within scoring distance.
Cole went back into coaching mode, and they got a touchdown only a minute later that ended up winning them the game.
Instead of going to The End Zone with some of the team, we went to his house and headed straight for the bedroom for a different kind of celebration.
“I’ve thought about having this sweatshirt off you and on my floor since the first time I put it on you,” Cole growled, pulling the Nighthawks hoodie over my head and tossing it to the floor.
My breath caught in my throat as he tilted my chin, his bright blue eyes darkening as he peered into mine.
“As much as the idea of fucking you in the locker room turns me on, I’d hate to have to hurt one of my players for seeing something they shouldn’t.
I’m the only one who gets to enjoy the sight of you like this. ”
My chest heaved as his eyes roamed over my body, wearing nothing but my skinny jeans and a lacy black bra. The one I’d been thankful I’d chosen when he’d peeled it off me last night…and hopefully would again very soon.
“I have no problem with that since you’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted to get naked in front of,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat as I looked down.
He forced my gaze back to his. “You don’t need to look away or be embarrassed when you tell me shit like that, lass.”
“It’s just that I feel kind of awkward talking about how inexperienced I was before I met you,” I confessed.
“Then I’m not doing a good enough job of letting you know how fucking much I appreciate being your one and only.” He moved one of my hands to his cock, straining against his jeans. “You gotta remember, this thing between us goes both ways. Every inch of me is all yours. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I managed to breathe, my pulse racing over his raspy declaration.
“Good girl,” he growled before his lips crashed against mine.
He tasted like the mint gum he chomped on while in the press booth, and every part of him filled my senses, from the soap we used this morning in the shower to his woodsy cologne. And I loved all of it.
He gripped my ass, lifting me from the ground as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. I may have just lost my virginity to him almost a week ago, but everything about the way we moved together just seemed natural, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I really was his.
He carried me as if I weighed nothing, his lips going from my mouth and down to my neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh as he led me to the bed.
After placing me in the center of the mattress, he kneeled at the edge.
His hungry eyes roamed over my body as he peeled off my boots and jeans, leaving me in nothing but my bra and little black thong.
His gaze stayed on mine as he kissed up my legs, his breath quickening as he skirted over my inner thighs before he inhaled deeply.
“I’ve been waiting all day to feast on your pussy. Do you want me to taste you, lass? Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue until you’re coming all over my face?”
“Yes, please,” I managed to breathe, goose bumps prickling over my skin at his dirty talk.
“Good, because this pussy is mine,” he growled, ripping off my thong and tossing it to the side.
I didn’t have the chance to complain about the torn fabric before he plunged his tongue deep inside my wet folds. All reason to object left my body in the form of a deep moan.
He pushed me back farther into the bed with one firm hand while using his free one to coax my legs over his shoulders, my thighs spreading to give him easier access to devour me.
My body relaxed into the soft blankets as his lips and tongue explored every bit of my wetness. But I wanted more. I was driven by the urge to feel my body explode. So I pushed my hips forward to meet his awaiting tongue.
He laughed, the sound vibrating on my walls as he looked up at me. “Someone has a greedy pussy. Do you want to come, lass?”
He hooked a finger inside me, then another, swirling them in the same movement as his tongue was just going.
“Yes. Please,” I begged.
“Good girl,” he whispered before suctioning his lips around my clit and sucking harder.
My entire body lit up, pulsing around his expert fingers and tongue before I exploded, crying out his name. “Yes, oh yes, Cole!”
I bucked wildly against him, riding out my orgasm, and he lapped up every last drop of my release. Then he kissed a line back up my thigh, though his fingers stayed inside, pulsing me to the brink of another orgasm.
“I love your flavor on my tongue, lass. Do you want a taste?”
I’d never thought about tasting myself, but I didn’t protest when he crushed his lips to mine, the tanginess of my arousal mixing with mint as he massaged my tongue with his.
As much as I enjoyed getting lost in his kiss, my body was ready for more. I found myself grinding against his bulge, still straining behind his jeans.
He laughed into my lips as he broke our kiss. “You really are greedy, aren’t you, baby?”
“I just…I need you in me…” I whispered.
“You want me to fill your pussy? Mark you? Claim you as mine with my cock? Let you milk me with that pretty pussy as you come around my dick?”
“Yes, please,” I barely managed to breathe before his lips were on mine again.
This kiss was quick but passionate before he shucked off his clothes and hovered over me in all of his beautiful, naked glory.
I traced the lines of his Nighthawk tattoo on his right arm while he quickly rid me of my lacy bra. Then his lips trailed down my neck and to my puckered nipples, sucking and biting at each hardened bud.
“Gotta make sure your tight little pussy is ready for my cock. Think it’s wet enough for me?” he asked, moving his hand to my mound.
“Uh-huh,” I breathed, rocking against his palm.
He moaned. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. So greedy. So ready for my cock.”
Adjusting himself so he was propped on his elbows, he used his free hand to guide his cock inside me in one quick plunge.
I gasped, letting the fullness take over, then I relaxed into him as he thrusted his hips against mine, his pace slow and steady.
“You look so beautiful like this. Your hair splayed on the pillow. Your lips swollen from kissing me. All fucking mine,” he moaned, picking up his thrusts as he wedged his hand between us, his finger finding my swollen nub.
“That’s it, lass, ride my cock, let me see you come again.”
Could someone come from dirty talk?
Well, not just his words, but his expert fingers and cock had me soaring over the edge, screaming as I bucked my hips closer to his, riding out my explosive orgasm.
“Fuck, lass, that’s so hot. I love the way you come for me, only me.”
He thrusted deeper as I dug my nails into his back, wanting him as close as possible, loving the feeling of his large, muscular body against mine.
“It’s so hard to last in this tight pussy. I’m going to fill you, but first, I need you to feel you come again. Come hard, baby. Tell me how much you love this cock while I pound into you.”
“So much,” I moaned, pushing my hips to meet him again.
“Say it, lass. Say you're mine,” he growled, picking up the pace with his hips, his thumb circling my nub in the same rhythm.
“I’m yours,” I managed to eke out as my entire body erupted, wetness pooling between my legs as my thighs trembled.
“Fuck, lass, I’m coming. I’m gonna fill you so fucking good,” he moaned, pushing deeper into me so I could practically feel him in my womb.
He stilled, warm spurts filling me before he circled his cock as he pushed himself deeper than I could have imagined.
“That’s it, take all of me. Show me that you’re mine,” he growled.
I clenched hard around him, milking every last drop before I collapsed onto the bed, and he followed suit, his sweaty head on my chest before he laid a trail of kisses along my collarbone.
“You’re amazing, baby,” he breathed.
“So are you.”
I don’t know how long we stayed together like that. If I fell asleep or just drifted off daydreaming of our future. But at that moment, I knew I was exactly where I belonged. And I never wanted to leave.