Page 50 of Hard Count
Laying flat on my stomach, I arrange her legs over my shoulders. I position my face as close as I can and graze my hand up and down her side, making sure she’s comfortable and relaxed. The first lick has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.Fuck. Twenty minutes isn’t going to be long enough.
Gripping her hips with one hand, I lick lightly against her pussy teasing her. She whimpers and cries with every pass my tongue makes against her sensitive skin. I continue to move my tongue, changing up the amount of pressure I apply with each stroke. Her hips rock and shift as she tries to get my tongue to hit a certain spot.
Alternating between licking through her center and dipping my tongue into her cunt, I keep teasing her until I know she’s right on the edge. I shift my body so I can run my finger back and forth against her pussy while I flick my tongue against her clit.
“Oh god, don’t stop.” She locks her thighs tighter around my head.
“That’s it, baby,” I say when her hips start to buck against my face. Pushing two fingers inside her, I flick my tongue faster against her clit. She digs her heels into my back and pushes her pussy further into my face. Alternating between licking and sucking on her clit, I move my fingers faster over her g-spot.
“Nash. Oh god,” she cries as her back bows and her legs begin to tremble. I continue to brush my tongue up and down her slit as she rides out her orgasm. I wish I had time to give her another one. I could spend all day between her legs.
I kiss her thigh before laying down beside her and pulling her against my chest. She wraps her arms around my waist and leans her head back to kiss me. The alarm on her phone goes off and she groans against my lips, making me laugh. “Come on, let’s get you home so you can make your class on time.”
“I don’t want to go.” She pouts.
“I don’t want you to go either, but I have a key to get made.” I kiss her one more time before sliding off the bed and grabbing her clothes for her.
17
DREW
NEWHOUSE 9-0
“There are so many. You said you didn’t have a lot,” I say, staring at Nash’s manga collection he has organized in bins and displayed on his bookshelf. He’s given me free rein to explore his room while we wait for Ozzy’s girlfriend, Holden, to finish getting ready.
I didn't get a lot of time to look around before and we've barely been able to see each other lately. It’s been a hectic week with work, classes and his practices, hence our date night tonight.
“It’s not my fault we have different definitions of the word a lot. This is only what I brought with me or I’ve bought since I’ve been at school,” he says, from where he’s sitting on his bed watching me.
“How did I not know this about you? Would you have told me if I didn’t ask about it at the party?” I wince as soon as the question leaves my mouth. He doesn’t know how long he’s been on my radar. He didn’t even know I existed until a few months ago and yet, I’ve known about him for years.
“It’s not like I hide it.” He lifts the hem of his jeans to show me the tattoo he has on his calf. He has several close-up tattoos of anime faces in boxes that mimic a comic book tattooed on his leg in black ink. It’s similar to the one he has on his thigh.
“You must really like them if you tattooed them on your body. There’s nothing I like enough to permanently mark my body.”
“Not even me?” he asks, teasing me.
“Did you miss your name I have on my hip? I guess you were a little busy with other things.” I eye him over my shoulder as I flip through another magazine. “Stop looking at me like that. I’m not getting your name tattooed on my body.”
“Yet,” he says, making me laugh. “Do you have any other tattoos besides the one on your wrist?”
“No. That’s the only one.” I put the magazine I’m reading back on the shelf and find another one that looks interesting. I never thought about reading them before but I’m slowly getting hooked. It’s nice having something else in common with him besides football.
“What’s it for?”
“Does it have to be for something? Maybe I did it on a whim.” I shrug. He leans forward and snags my arm, pulling me up from my spot on the floor. I straighten my dress and let him pull me between his legs.
His thumbgrazes over my tattoo on my wrist. “Why did you get it?”
Exhaling, I say, “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“I won’t lie and tell you I don’t want to know. I want to know everything about you. But I’ll let it go if it’s too personal.” He lifts my wrist to his lips. The pressure of his mouth against my skin is like he’s turning the key to my actual heart and letting himself inside.
“It’s a reminder to not let anyone have a monopoly over my heart. It’s mine to protect and care for or else it’ll be torn apart,” I explain. "And that I don't need anyone else to love me. I learned to love myself when they didn't want to." I shrug.
“Baby,” he sighs, his eyes trying to say something that words can’t. I wish I knew what he was thinking. He drops his head against my chest and his arms tighten around me. I hug his neck and rub a hand down his back.
He tilts his head back and holds my eyes hostage with his. “If you let me, I’m going to love the hell out of you. I’ll protect your heart too. You can count on me,” he promises, as he leans in for a kiss.
