Page 49 of Hard Count
“Stop complaining and just do it.”
“Hey,” I growl when she smacks my upper thigh. “Fine.” I feel like an idiot as I call the play out loud and pretend to throw the ball down field. “Woman, stop hitting me.”
“Then you need to stop tapping your leg before you take the snap. Take a deep breath and do it again.”
Exhaling a breath, I clear my head and try again. This time I picture Drew. It’s just the two of us. She’s alone in the stands watching me down on the field. It’s like nothing else in the world exists. Her voice filters through the air as she cheers me on. I call out the play, step back, and throw the ball down the field.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You.” I drag my tongue over mylips.
“What was I doing?”
I open my eyes and move closer to her. She’s leaning back on her hands now. “Watching me. You’re quite the voyeur.”
“I do enjoy watching,” she says. I crawl onto the bed and run my hands up her legs. She hitches them over my hips and strangles me with her thighs until my dick is rubbing against her pussy.
“What else do you enjoy?” I ask, skimming a hand under her shirt.
“I don’t know.” She gasps when I pinch her nipple over her sports bra. “There are things I’ve wanted to try but never felt like I could ask for them.” Her gaze drops and cheeks blush.
“Look at me, baby.” I brush my fingers against her collarbone. “I’m sorry you felt that way in the past but I’m glad you feel comfortable enough with me,” I say. Her eyes finally meet mine. “I’m at your mercy. All you have to do is ask. You don’t even need to ask. The answer is yes. Tell me what you want.”
She has no idea the power she holds over me. From the moment I saw her in the bar there has been an undeniable connection between us.
“I have this fantasy,” she says. I like where this is going. “I’m asleep and you come into the bedroom. Then you wake me up slowly with your…dick.” She tortures me by rolling her hips over my cock.
The idea of crawling into bed after an away game and having Drew waiting for me has my dick trying to escape my gym shorts. I clench my hand against her ribs. “How long haveyou been fantasizing about me?” I ask when I realize she said she thought aboutme,not some random guy.
She plays with my chain dangling around my neck. It hangs in the small space between us. I’ve noticed she does this sometimes when she’s nervous. If it’s not my necklace, it’s the empty charm bracelet she wears on her wrist.
“For a while,” she says, drawing out the word as if she’s afraid to make the confession.
“Now that you’ve planted this scenario in my head, I’ll be thinking about it fora while. I’ll probably go to bed with my hand on my dick thinking about coming home to you waiting for me.”
“Nash,” she mewls, lifting her hips and grinding her pussy against my erection. Fucking hell, that feels good.
“You really do like that, don’t you? Just hearing me say it makes you hot. Are you wet for me too?” I ask, moving my hand between us and rubbing my finger through her slit over her bike shorts.
“Yes,” she moans. “Nash, please.”
“What do you want, baby?” I push my fingers against her clit. “Are you going to let me get a taste before you go to class?” I glance over at her phone. “Do you think you can come for me in the next twenty minutes?”
She lifts her hips with enough force I’m pushed off her. She starts to shimmy out of her shorts making me laugh. I guess that’s a yes.
“Scoot back. Let me help you.” I whip my shirt off before taking over and helping her remove her shorts and thong andtoss them on the floor. “Damn, little fox,” I say, when I finally get a good look at her spread out before me.
The muscles in her thighs flex as I run my hands up to her hips. She stares up at me with hooded eyes. “What are you waiting for?” she asks, closing her legs.
“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to hide my pussy from me.” I spread her legs open even wider than they were before.
“Yours, huh? Last I checked this”—she runs her fingers through her wet slit—“is mine.”
I snatch her wrist and put her fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean. The tart flavor coats my tongue and it’s what I imagine taking a hit of any drug would feel like. I surge forward, pressing my full weight on her body. Her bare skin against mine is too fucking good even through my clothes. I could come like this if I let myself. It's too easy to lose control with her.
“I don’t think so, little fox. When you get in my bed and agree to take your clothes off, your pussy is mine," I say against her ear, running my fingers between her legs and dip the tip inside her cunt. “If you don’t like something, you tell me, okay?” I ask, sliding my finger deeper inside her.
“Okay,” she breathes. I give her a quick kiss on her lips before moving down her body.
