Page 66 of Cross-Checked

“Jesus.” She exhales the word with a sigh, and when I look over my shoulder at her, I’m captivated by the swell of her breasts in the scoop neck of her black tank dress, and her pebbled nipples showing through the thin fabric as she stands there at the top of the steps.

I pull her around a corner and against a solid stone wall so we’re blocked from the view of any hikers on the path.

AJ’s hands are already on my belt, unbuckling it and then working on my button. “Hey, you shouldn’t be doing that withyour hand hurt like it is,” I say, bringing my hand over to cover hers. I’m thrilled that she’s not in so much pain that she can’t use her fingers, as was the case a few days ago, but I also don’t want her to do any damage. Instead, I undo the button and zipper, sliding my pants down my hips and letting the waistband rest on my thighs where they’ll be out of the way just enough.

I don’t expect her to drop to her knees while telling me to pull my boxers down, but the sight of her there removes any lingering concerns I have about what we’re about to do.

Because watching Alessandra Jones take me in her hand while she circles the head of my cock with her tongue before wrapping her lips around me and taking me all the way to the back of her throat is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. The quiet gagging sound she makes, and the way she pulls back and then takes me even deeper so I’m sliding into her throat, has my balls already tightening up.

“AJ,” I hiss on a pained whisper, because if she doesn’t stop, I’m going to come right down the back of her throat—and as much as I love that idea, I want to feel her coming on my cock even more.

She tilts her head up to look at me while she works her hand around my shaft, but she says nothing, instead raising one eyebrow like she wants me to continue.

But words are failing me, so all I manage to grit out is: “Up. Now.”

A small smile plays on her lips. “Yes, sir.”

Oh, fuck me. Is there anything in the world hotter than the most powerful woman in hockey calling mesir? I think not.

When she stands, I slide my hands up her thighs, curl my fingers around the thin straps of lace, and jerk my hands apart quickly. The ripping sound of the fabric is barely audible above the rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze and the birds chirping in the dappled sunlight.

Jaw dropping open in surprise, AJ stares at me with those huge brown eyes. I could get lost in the kaleidoscopic of browns, amber, and gold I see there. But I won’t, not now anyway. Because I’m too busy bringing that thong up to my nose, inhaling her scent as I tell her, “I fucking love the way you smell when you’re turned on.”

“Holy shit,” she whispers before licking her lips and leaving them parted like she can’t breathe without her mouth slightly open.

I stuff her underwear in my pocket before I pull her dress up around her waist, slide my hands around the back of her thighs, and lift her up against that stone wall. I don’t even check to see if she’s ready for me; I just assume she is, and as I step forward, lining my cock up with her entrance, I’m met with the signs of her arousal. “I love the way you’re always dripping wet and ready for me, Sunshine.”

With a moan, she closes her eyes and leans her head back against the stone wall.

“I want access to your tits.”

“Jesus, Ronan,” she says, as she moves her hands from my shoulders to the straps of her tank top, pulling down and to the sides so her breasts slip out. The way they’re held there by the bra and the edges of her top have them pushing together, looking bigger than they actually are.

She’s a perfect handful, and that’s all I need, but the slit of her cleavage where they’re pressed together has me telling her, “Someday, I’m going to fuck these breasts.”

Her eyes fly open at my words, and I tilt my hips up, notching into her sweet, hot pussy.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Only for you,” she says sweetly, bringing her hands back to my neck. She threads her fingers into my hair, giving the strandsa tug. “Now fuck me, please.” As she drives her hips down, I slide into her a bit more. “Don’t make me beg.”

“The thought of you begging me to fill you...” I groan, pushing into her another inch. “...has me harder than you can even imagine.”

“Please, Ronan.”

And that’s it. The sound of my name rolling out of her with a breathy sigh has me pulling her down onto my cock hard and fast. Pinning her against the wall, I rail her while I dip my head forward and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, circling it with my tongue and taking a few long pulls that have her moaning.

I look up at her, and pull back enough to say, “Quiet, Sunshine. You don’t want us to get caught, do you?” And then I scrape my teeth lightly around her nipple before sucking it back into my mouth, testing her ability to hold back her pretty sounds.

Her lips are clamped together now, but the groan that rasps in her throat as I slip into her over and over, combined with the delicate drag of my cock against her inner walls and the crude sound of slapping skin every time our bodies meet, has me on the edge of coming.

“I need you to touch yourself,” I tell her, and she brings two fingers to my lips. I pull them into my mouth, running my tongue along and around her fingertips, loading her up with my saliva. If I weren’t so close, I’m confident I could make her come without the additional help. But that will have to be a goal for another time. Right now, we need to finish before anyone else wanders up this path.

She sucks her stomach in to make room for her hand between us, which has her pussy clamping down on me even more. “Fuck,” I whisper. “This is too good.”

Biting down on the corner of her lower lip, she smirks at me. “Too good will be when you make me come.”

“Try to be quiet,” I say, and then I take her other nipple, drawing it into my mouth with a not-so-gentle suck that has her hips pushing forward to meet mine while she chants “Yes, yes, yes” on whispered sighs.

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