Page 38 of Pucking the Team
Panic gripped me. Had I read it all wrong? But then his tongue found mine and his arms were around me again, dragging me close.
Through our clothing, my hard nipples pressed up against his chest. Fuck, he was a good kisser. Expert, in fact.
And then he was lifting me to standing as if I were a feather in his arms. His bulk and strength was a treat after Steven’s leanness, and I reached for his t-shirt, gripping the base and pulling.
He broke the kiss, his lips damp. “Jesus, are you sure?” He narrowed his eyes at me.
“Yes.” I dragged at his t-shirt, exposing a deliciously hair-coated torso. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
“But you’ve…” The t-shirt went over his head, and I tossed it aside. “Just split—”
“I know, even more reason for me to have a good time, right?”
He stared at me in that intense way of his.
“Fuck the memory of Steven out of me, Dylan.” I paused. “If you think you can, that is.”
I’d obviously said the right thing; he was a guy who was always up for a challenge—I knew that much about him already. His eyes seemed to grow darker, and his mouth hit down on mine.
He was breathing hard and so was I. He hoisted me into the air, and the next thing I knew I was flat on the bed with a big horny hockey player lying over me.
Perfect.
“You need me to stop, you change your mind, just say the word.”
“I won’t change my mind.” I ran my hand into his bristly, super-short hair and stared up at his handsome face. “I need this, more than I’ve ever needed anything.”
“Fuck, yeah, okay, I get that,” he muttered and kissed over my cheek then down to my neck. “God, you taste good.”
I pressed my head into the pillow and arched my back. The scratch of his stubble and the width and weight of his body had my pussy quivering with longing.
His hand cupped my breast and squeezed, not hard but not gentle either.
I moaned and reached for his belt buckle. The sooner he was inside me the better.
He helped me, shoving at his jeans and then started on mine.
Soon we were both naked, and I spread my legs, inviting him in.
“If I had it my way, I’d take my time,” he said onto my lips as he settled between my legs. “Savor every moment. We’d orgasm over and over and over again.”
“Condom,” I gasped. Taking our time was the last thing on my mind.
“What?”
“Condom.”
“I hate those fucking things.” He hesitated, but then to my relief, he quickly put on a condom and crawled back over me.
“I need it now,” I said, canting my hips up to meet him. “I need it real bad. I don’t want slow.”
His long, thick erection caught between our bodies. He was so damn hard and much bigger than I was used to.
“So promise me one thing.” He pushed my hair from my now-damp brow.
“What?”
“Afterward we get to do it my way, so I can explore every inch of you with my mouth.”
