Page 68 of The Heartbreak Blitz

She nods, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she eyes me coyly. I recognize the heat in that gaze.Damn. She’s stunning.

“I know you probably have so many questions and want to talk about things, but I vote we go to your room before I have to go home. Real quick.”

“Why go all the way to my room?”

I start to kiss her neck, and she sighs, a perfect, blissful noise. “Here? Couldn’t anyone walk in?”

“I won’t let anyone see.” I should be asking her about her dad and making plans, but she has a hold on me. If this is what she wants, who am I to deny her?

I run my hand up under her shirt, across her ribs, and squeeze her breast. A moan escapes her throat.

“Are you sore?”

She shakes her head. “Only aching because I’ve been thinking about you. I saw you catch that pass.”

“You liked it?”

She nods, lifting my shirt and dipping her head to place a trail of kisses along my abs. I tug it over my head, keeping it in my hands as I walk her backward to a bench in the rear of the locker room. The whole row of lights in this section is off, leaving us in shadow.

I sit, pulling her hips to stand in front of me while I unzip her jeans and work them down her hips along with her panties until she’s exposed to me. She peers around, gaze darting everywhere. “Scared?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re going to hate this.” I move forward, fitting my tongue between her legs, then spreading her so I can run it over her clit.

She grabs my shoulders. “Cade.”

My cock tents my pants painfully. I love my name on her lips. The way she holds on to me for support, nails digging into my shoulders.

“I can’t stand up on my own for this.” Her legs wobble. She gets so turned on from oral, and it makes it worse for me because I love giving it. The taste of her sex. The command I have over her.

“Just making sure you’re ready before you ride me.”

“You want me to—” She breaks off on a moan when I spread her legs, my finger working between her folds. “I’ve never?—”

“I need you to.”

She reaches for me, helping me unzip my pants and working them down just enough to free my cock. I return to tasting her,tongue lapping at her folds, then teasing the bundle of nerves that really get her legs shaking.

“Condom,” she squeaks.

I put up a finger, then kick off my pants on the way to my locker before sitting in front of her again, my boxers at my knees, my dick at attention. I tug at the bottom of her shirt, and she peels it off, leaving her in her bra, her breasts spilling out with every heaving breath.

I hand it to her. “Roll it on me. I’m going to make sure you’re nice and ready.”

Spreading her legs wide again, I tease her clit with the pad of my thumb before brushing over her wet folds. My finger finds her entrance, and I circle her there, her breath catching while she shakily rips open the package. I slip past, driving into her, and her knees buckle for a moment before she regains her stance.

“It’s really hard to do this while you’re doing that.”

God, she’s so ready for me. My finger sinks in easily, and her hips move to take me in. She rolls the condom on, stroking it near the bottom. Once her hands are off my cock, I pull her close, her pussy right in my face. “One foot on the bench,” I tell her.

She does what I ask, opening herself up to me. I finger her pussy, my tongue tracing her clit, flicking until I feel like I could blow at any moment. Her cries ring around the locker room. If someone did attempt to come in, it wouldn’t take them long to figure out what was going on in here as she says my name on repeat.

“I need to be inside you.”

She nods, and I help maneuver her foot off the bench, then tell her to place her knees on either side of me.

She gets in position, her chest in my face. I kiss between her breasts, then unhook her bra so she’s bared to me. Her nipples are hard buds. I take one into my mouth, lavishing itwith attention before instructing, “Now sink down.” She lowers herself, and I grip the base of my cock to line us up, but it’s up to her to do the rest. She sinks lower and lower, taking me in.

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