Page 80 of Breakaway Goal

“We’re leaving with Chris, too?” she snarks, expression deadpan.

I blow out a laugh and spear my hand under her arm, tickling my fingertips against her exposed skin and making her shrink back with a yelp. “You know what I mean.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth in a way that makes my cock twitch. “Yeah,” she nods, “I think I do.”

I wrap my hand around hers and pull her with me as we hurry around the side of the house, whipping our heads side to side to make sure we’re sneaking off unnoticed. Last time I was inside, Lane was chatting up a girl he seemed into, so hopefully he’s not going to be looking for either of us for the rest of the night.

We’re not even an hour into it, but I think it’s safe to say that this is going down as the best Halloween ever.

I stopby the bathroom first to wash off my face and put my hair back to normal. The costume was fun, but zombie face paint doesn’t exactly gel with the atmosphere I’ll be going for when I walk into Maddie’s room.

I’m buzzing with anticipation as I walk down the hall to Maddie’s room, glad that no one’s out to spot me. When I push her door open—my breath catches.

Maddie’s lying on her bed, her elbows perched back to prop herself up, wearing nothing but a pair of bra and panties.

This pair I’ve never seen before. These are a frilly, lacy pair that are so unexpected and devastatingly sexy that my blood thickens and races straight to my cock.

I close the door behind me, my eyelids fully peeled back, my mouth agog, my brain scattered and scrambled.

The light is off in Maddie’s room, illumination coming from the dim, atmospheric light filtering through the window next to her bed. The lighting makes her soft, smooth curves and the gossamer fabric of her underwear look all the more exquisite.

Maddie props herself higher on her elbows, pinching her shoulders together so that her perky tits press together. My eyes latch onto the frilly fringe of her bra against those perfect orbs, and my heart gallops. I can run high-intensify sprint drills all day long, but seeing Maddie wearing fuckinglingeriehas my heart staggered.

“Like them?” Maddie asks, the singsong note of her voice teasing and confident. “I went shopping the other day and thought I’d try something new.”

I recover enough of my senses that I’m no longer swaying on my feet. My astonishment is quickly overpowered by hunger for her body. I quickly strip myself of my costume as I approach her bed.

“I like them very, very much,” I say, my voice gravelly and strained.

Her mouth tilts. “Wanna show me how much?”

I chuckle as my lips press against hers, and I waste no time pushing my tongue past the seam of her mouth, incorrigibly greedy for her taste. Maddie responds in kind, swirling her tongue around mine, one hand brushing against my cheek, the other spearing into my hair.

She spreads her legs, and I settle between her thighs. I palm one of her tits, loving the sensation of her warm skin through the silkiness of her lacy bra.

Maddie tilts her hips, pressing her center against my cock through my boxers. My skin prickles with pleasure and arousal,and I slant my kiss deeper, kneading my fingertips into the firmness of her breast.

I press my chest against hers to flatten her on the bed. I run my other hand down her side, over her ribcage, down the dip of her waist, and then over the curve of her hip. It’s there where I press my fingertips into her softness. She arches against me and swivels her hips for more friction.

I kiss along her jaw to her ear, where I let out a satisfied growl. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” I rasp.

“Yes,” is her breathless answer.

I laugh darkly. I fucking know she is. I can feel how hot she is against me down there.

Irrepressible hunger for her taste snakes through me, and I crawl down her body, dropping hot kisses to her creamy skin along the way.

I take a moment to kiss along the edge of her ribcage, knowing that it always drives her crazy. She arches her back and breathes out a sweet, soft moan that sends a thrill of masculine satisfaction streaking down my back.

My teeth clench with anticipation as I slowly slide the elegant panties down her hips. She lifts and bends her legs for me, and I pull them off, letting them flutter to the floor next to the bed.

Pure lust pulses in my chest when my gaze settles on her pussy, so perfect and glistening wet for me. Seeing her bare like this is so fucking breathtaking. I kiss her warm inner thigh, knowing how tight it winds her with anticipation when I have my head settled between her legs.

“Rhys,” she moans my name, throwing her head back.

“Take your bra off,” I growl, my lips vibrating against her skin. “I want to see your tits while I’m making you come.”

She unclasps her bra and tosses it to the side. The perfect hemispheres of her breasts heave with her heavy breath, her pink nipples pinched into sharp tips pointing at their apex.

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