Page 65 of The Red Zone
I looked forward to it every night.
She did this thing where she’d start the night at the opposite edge of the bed, laying there stiff as a board, careful not to move a muscle. Yet, at some point throughout the night, she’d shuffle her way over to my side of the bed and curl up against my back, spooning me until I was forced to get up for practice.
After tonight’s event, I assumed she’d want to sleep in her own bed for once. Take some time to decompress alone. Although, the thought of sleeping alone in this bed without her for the first time in weeks was half the reason I was still awake right now, despite having one of the biggest games of the season less than thirty-six hours from now.
There was a feeling in my gut telling me I should’ve banged down her door the second she got home until she let me in. Scooped her up into my arms and held her all night. But I didn’t want to overstep. My feelings for her were becoming clearer with each encounter we had, and I could only hope that hers were following suit.
I undid the lock, opening the front door with knotted brows, but they quickly softened as Mae came into view. She stood there, drenched head to toe in the t-shirt I’d given her the other night. But it was the tears welled in her eyes and the torment written across her face as she hugged herself tightly that did it for me.
Neither of us said a word.
The silence that passed between us said more than any words ever could. The way her chest rose and fell frantically as rain droplets continued to drizzle onto her. Standing here like this, allowing me to be the person she ran to when she needed someone most.
My Mae.
Without a second thought, I pulled her across the threshold, scooping a hand underneath her ass to hoist her up. My hand gripped tightly around her neck as I stood there lost in her lips for a long moment. Her kiss was slow yet ravishing as I walked us toward the bedroom.
She didn’t want to talk. And I wasn’t going to make her.
When she felt up for it, she could start from the beginning and give me all the details she wasn’t able to give me in the short time we had in the closet earlier. Right now though, my job was to make her feel good—make her forget.
Our tongues danced together as I placed her back against the bed. She locked her legs around my hips, pulling me closer to her. My shirt pooled around her waist and I pressed my hard on against her already wet panties.
It was such a turn on knowing how badly she wanted me.
Our kiss deepened and I worked my length over her clit until she was whimpering against my lips. Desperate for me to take things further, but instead, I slowed down. Dragging out the moment, her pleasure, as long as I could.
“Aren’t you going to undress me?” She looked up at me with those blue-gray eyes that made my chest ache, despite her being right in front of me.
“Stop talking and let me kiss you for a while.” I fused our lips together again, this time slowing the roll of my hips. Tonight, I wanted to take my sweet time with her. Letting our tongues brush together until we were both so turned on we couldn’t take it any longer. “Just lie back and let me take care of you.”
Lately, I’d been thinking about her a lot more than I liked to admit. More often than not, it wasn’t in a sexual context either. Occasionally, I’d let my mind drift. Thinking about the morning after our first night together when she tried to deny cuddling with me. Or the morning after we ditched the bet, enjoying a nice breakfast together with no arguments.
I held back a small laugh at all the recent reminders I got of her snoring. She’d swear up and down she didn’t do it—maybe even going as far as getting one of those sleep recording apps to prove she didn’t—but there was no hiding the truth.
My favorite though, was the night I made her come so hard so many times in a row that her mind turned into a puddle. One would’ve thought that’d be the part that stuck out in my mind most. But it wasn’t. Not by a landslide. Every time, without fail, my mind reverted back to scooping up her limp, replete body into my arms and carrying her to the bathtub.
The way she slumped against my chest, resting her head on my shoulder as I lathered her skin with soap and rinsed it off. Then drying her off and putting her in one of my t-shirts. There wasn’t a single complaint out of my mouth when she’d peeled back the covers on the bed and curled up on the left side, ready to stay the night as if she’d done it a thousand times before and would do it a thousand times again.
“Please,” she begged, pulling me from the recesses of my brain and back into the present moment.
At her request, I broke apart from her lips, although I could’ve stayed there for another half hour without so much as a complaint. I began placing searing kisses, across her jawline and down the sides of her neck, lifting her legs up and pinning them together by her ankles as I dropped down to my knees to lick her sweet pussy.
One flat tongued lick from her entrance to her clit, and she was already soaking wet for me. Fuck, I could do this all night, getting drunk off her juices until she was too overstimulated to keep going. Still holding her legs up by the ankles, I flicked my tongue against her clit until the room was filled with her cries of pleasure. It was only once her thighs started to quiver that I stuck two fingers deep inside her, to push out her orgasm as it came closer to its peak.
Mae’s head shot up and she placed a hand on my shoulder, stopping me from continuing as her walls started to tighten around my fingers. “No, please. I want it with you inside me.”
My pretty girl wanted to come on my cock.
How could I deny her that gratification?
“Spread your legs and play with your pussy for me.”
I peeled off my sweatpants, unleashing my hard cock while she peeled off her t-shirt. Reaching over to the nightstand to grab a condom, I glanced over at Mae, who shook her head while toying with her clit. “I don’t want anything between us right now.”
This girl.
Settling between her legs, I drove my length into her, making her take all of me at once as I sealed our mouths together. A delicious gasp breezed past her lips as I filled her to the hilt.
