Page 51 of Silent Count
I raise my brows and hold my hand out to her. She walks toward me, and I pull her into me. Her soft skin is like silk under my calloused hands. She looks down at me with her bright eyes and holds my stare.
“I can’t figure out which part of you I adore more. The angel that rests on this shoulder,” she breathes as she runs a finger down the side of my neck and traces the path over my shoulder. It’s a simple action yet so damn erotic. It’s like I’ve never been touched by a girl before.
“Or the devil that says naughty things,” she adds and then makes the same soft tracing motion on the other side.
“You’re not so innocent yourself,” I tease. “No girl who can touch a man and make him want to drop to his knees is that angelic.”
She grabs the waistband of my sweatpants, which I’m sure are doing nothing to hide my growing dick, and her fingers curl over the elastic band. My cock twitches at the feel of her fingers on my skin. When she pulls on the band, my dick does a full salute, peeking out completely now, and she glances down.
“You bring out the best in me, I guess.” She smiles, and I damn near lose it.
“Chelsea …” I say in a deep, gravelly voice. “I’m about five seconds from losing control here.” I take my free hand and wrap it around the back of her neck.
“Chelsea …” I say in a deep, gravelly voice. “I’m about five seconds from losing control here.” I take my free hand and wrap it around the back of her neck.
“Mr. Quarterback, about to lose control, huh? I think I like the idea of that.” She releases the hand that’s holding mine and slides it around my waist to my ass. “Kiss me, Bo.”
I take her face in both hands now and tilt her chin up with my thumbs. I don’t wait even a second before I lean down and kiss her. But I want to take my time with this kiss because she’s not the kind of girl you waste a second with. My tongue glides along hers, and she tastes sweet, like a lemon drop.
Her hand slips inside my sweats, and she takes ahold of my dick, slowly stroking up and down. She breaks the kiss with a whisper. “You know you’re huge, right? I can barely fit my hand around you.” Her hand curls around the head, smearing the pre-cum, then moves back down the shaft to the base.
I feel like I’m about to either pass out or blow; I’m so turned on right now. And the compliment about my dick size … yeah … that made me even harder.
“Chelsea, if you keep stroking me like this, I’m going to come before we get to the good part.”
“This isn’t the good part, huh?” She smirks before leaning in to kiss me. Her hand that was in my hair now holds my head in place while she devours my mouth and pumps my cock with her other hand. She sucks on my tongue, making me groan.
I drop my hands to her waist and lift her up and set her on the counter, her legs opening so I fit between them. I glide my hands up her smooth legs, my fingers slipping just under the hem. My thumbs stroke the insides of her thighs, and goose bumps pop up, so I know my touch is affecting her.
“Are you wet for me?” I trail my gaze from her face down to her pussy.
Her hand pulls out of my sweats. She lays her arms, relaxed, on my shoulders, and one of her hands runs up my neck and into my hair again. She pulls me toward her, opening her legs wider, heat clear in her green eyes as she nods. “Are you just gonnastand there, staring at me, or are you gonna do something about it?”
“You’re making it really hard for me to be good right now and take this slow.”
She leans in and nips my neck just below my ear. “I don’t want you to be good. I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. But I want to take my time with this pussy. I want to taste you, tease you, make you beg for it.” I move my hands to the waistband of her shorts. “May I?”
She nods, cheeks pink, smirk in place. Her hands move to her sides. Using her arms to support her, she pushes her hips up slightly.
Grabbing both sides of her shorts, I pull them and the scrap of lace under it off her legs. I slide my hands up her silky legs, sucking in a deep breath, gripping the top of her thighs, my thumbs resting near her bare pussy.
“Chelsea, you are perfect.” Honest to God, I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful than she is.
“So are you.” She leans forward and reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off of me. Her hands skim down my chest and over my abs, making them contract. She traces both sides of my Adonis belt to the band of my pants. “Why is this so fucking hot?” She bites her bottom lip, watching her hands roam. She slides them into the sides of my sweats and around to grab hold of my ass.
I lean in to kiss her again, and this time, it’s hot, wet, and urgent. I break away to catch my breath and pull down the strap of her tank top and move it down her shoulder to trail kisses along her neck and collarbone.
She pulls her hands out of my pants and raises her arms. “Take it off,” she demands.
“Fuck yes.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. Taking the thin fabric in my hands, I pull it off slowly, watching her tits bounce a little as I lift it over them, then over her head before tossing it behind me. Her nipples are a dusty-rose color and perfectly peaked. I drop down to one of her breasts, sucking the nipple into my mouth.
Her fingers run through my hair and pull on it when I take her nipple between my teeth, adding just enough pressure to make her moan.
“That feels so good.”
