Chapter Eight #2
"Ask him if you don't believe me," I mutter.
"Hell, ask Harlan and Briggs, too." I sink my hands into her hips, tugging her closer on my lap.
"You're beautiful, baby. It's not despite your size, either.
Part of what makes you so fucking beautiful is your curves.
" I squeeze her hips for emphasis. "These are so fucking sexy to men. "
"Did Tye hit you back today and give you a concussion, Sidney?"
"No," I growl. "But I've been dreaming about these curves since I saw you for the first time.
You're the whole package, Hattie. You're beautiful, intelligent, funny, and so fucking sweet.
Men—real men—see you for exactly what you are, and believe me, butterfly, we know we're the ones not worthy.
" My eyes narrow on her. "It drives me nuts knowing that I'm not the only one who would kill to keep you.
Maybe assholes don't think you fit into our world, but I know too goddamn many men in this world who strongly disagree. "
She stares at me for a long moment with her head cocked to the side. "You're being serious, aren't you?"
"Wish I weren't," I mutter. "Nothing pisses me off more than knowing that half my teammates look at you the same way I do."
"Well…" she says, drawing the word out. "If it makes you feel better, I never look at them that way."
"Believe me, I'm aware," I say dryly. "It's the only reason they're still breathing.
Well, that and the fact that you're on my lap right now.
A motherfucker isn't inclined to move when you're all snuggled up, staring at him like he's a prize, butterfly.
" There isn't a man alive who would disagree. At least, not one who matters.
For some reason, that makes her happy. She actually giggles, her expression softening. "You're a very violent man, Cranky Bear."
"Wasn't this way until I met you."
"For the record," she says, placing her hands flat against my chest as she shifts around on my lap, "I do not accept responsibility for your violent tendencies."
"Keep moving like that, and you're going to be accepting responsibility for something," I warn her when her ass brushes against my cock.
Her expression turns downright devilish as she loops her arms around my neck and then squirms again. "That's the point, Sidney," she breathes, her lips inches from mine. "That's entirely the point."
I growl, intending to tip her backward and have my way with her.
"No!" she cries before I can move.
I freeze instantly, my eyes locked with hers.
"I have a better idea."
"Last time you told me that, we ended up eating dollar tacos while a restaurant full of people plastered us all over the internet."
She glances around with wide, mischievous eyes. "There's no one around this time, Cranky Bear, and I want to try something…"
My lungs cease functioning when she slides off my lap, landing on her knees between my legs. Her big gray eyes meet mine as she reaches for my zipper, her tongue skirting her bottom lip.
"You've tasted me. It's my turn."
Oh, Jesus.
I lean back, one hand clamped around the arm of the sofa, the other thrown over the back of it, determined to keep my fucking hands to myself. That lasts right up until she slides one hand into my pants and pulls my dick out.
Sweat beads on my forehead, trickling down my temple.
"You're so beautiful," she whispers, eyeing my cock like she wants to fucking hug it. Her gaze flicks to mine, her cheeks pink. "Maybe I'm not supposed to tell you that, but it's true."
"You can tell me anything," I rasp.
She wraps her fist around me, her gaze drifting back to my dick. Her lips part slightly, rapt fascination written into every line of her face as her thumb ghosts over the head.
"Fuck," I groan, my hips arching from the couch.
She leans forward, flicking her tongue out.
I damn near lose it when she touches it to my slit. Her eyes widen before she pulls back slightly, smiling triumphantly. "Oh, I like the way you taste, Sidney."
I'm going to fuck her through the floor.
I'm going to fuck her through the floor.
I know I'm going to—
"Fuck!" I growl, my hands sliding into her hair when she moves all at once, pulling me into her hot little mouth. I hit the back of her throat, and I know I'm going to die right here, right now.
Hattie is on her knees with my dick in her mouth. She's sucking my cock and moaning like it's the best thing she's ever had between her lips. There is no world where I survive this.
"Christ, baby, just like that," I groan, gathering her hair up to watch as she plunges down, taking as much of me as she can fit. Her lips are stretched to capacity, and still, there's another four or five inches.
She fights for another inch, choking herself in the process.
"Careful, baby. Careful."
Her eyes meet mine before she plunges down again, intentionally choking herself with my cock.
I snap. I just fucking lose it.
My hands tighten in her hair, my hips lifting from the couch. "Is this what you want, butterfly? You want me to fuck your mouth? Choke you with my cock?"
She bobs her head frantically, her eyes dark and dilated. Spit drips down her chin, and her eyes water, but she doesn't back off. She just keeps going, letting me pump myself inside her mouth in shallow strokes until I'm barely hanging on by a thread.
"I'm going to cum," I growl, trying to pull away.
She fights me like a little hellcat, her eyes locked on my face like she's just daring me to stop her as she plunges down again and then again. She sucks hard, her hand stroking up my shaft.
That's all it takes.
"Hattie!" I rasp, my hips arching from the sofa as I splinter. Cum spills into her mouth in a flood. She tries to swallow it all, but there's too much. She pulls back, a spurt landing against her cheek. Another lands against her lips. Another drips down her chin.
I snarl like a wounded animal at the sight of her with my cum all over her face, hauling her up from the floor. Her panties are gone before her ass lands on my lap.
"Sidney!" she gasps, shocked when I slam my mouth against hers, kissing her wildly.
My cum smears all over us, but I don't care. I don't care that I taste myself on her, either. All I care about is the way she moans for me and claws at my shoulders.
"Ride me," I growl, yanking her down on my cock. She's already dripping, already writhing. I sink into her to the fucking hilt, my body shuddering. Every nerve in my body is overly sensitive, my heart in overdrive for her.
We rock together, my hands locked on her hips to help lift her up and down. She moans, her inner muscles fluttering all up and down my shaft. It feels so fucking good.
"You drive me wild," I rasp, craning her head back until she meets my gaze. "Every inch of you is mine, you hear me? Mine."
"Sidney," she whimpers.
"No." I bounce her on my cock again. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me that you're mine. That this body and this perfect little pussy are mine."
"I…I…"
"Say it," I growl, smacking her ass.
"I'm yours!" she sobs. "I'm yours!"
Christ. Nothing has ever sounded better. Nothing.
I kiss her again, my tongue tangling with hers in her mouth and then in mine. I don't stop until neither of us can breathe and she's right on the edge, whimpering for release.
"I'm yours too, Hattie," I breathe, my lips against hers. "I'll only ever be yours. My dick, my heart, my fucking soul…you can have it all."
She sobs my name, clamping down on me as she shatters apart. My name rips through the room in a keening wail, her body convulsing on my lap. The way she squeezes my cock is utter perfection. It sends me careening over the edge with her into another mind-blowing orgasm.
She falls against my chest, panting my name.
"Jesus, butterfly." I wrap my arms around her, running my fingers down her back in lazy strokes as she comes down. "You're ruining me."
She tips her head back, peeking up at me. My cum is drying on her cheek. Her face is flushed and sweaty. And somehow, she still looks like an innocent little angel when she smiles at me. "Good," she whispers. "That's part of my master plan."
"Oh, yeah?" My lips curve into a grin. "What else does this master plan entail?"
"Tacos," she breathes.
"Is this your way of telling me that you want more tacos?"
"It's tacos, Sidney," she says, eyeing me like she thinks I've lost it again. "Who doesn't want tacos?"
The fact that she hasn't figured out that she's perfect yet is a travesty. An absolute travesty.
"Come on," I murmur, rising with her still wrapped around me. "Let's clean you up, and then I'll get you tacos."
"You're my second favorite football player ever," she sighs happily, leaning her head against my shoulder.
"Second ever, huh?"
"Ever," she repeats.
I just chuckle in response.