Page 98 of For the Boys
Berkley’s cheeks reddened. “You’re just saying that because you’re about to get lucky.”
Brent leaned forward, setting his hands on either side of her head and nestling his hips between her thighs. “That is absolutely not the case. I want you so bad right now I feel as though I might come apart at the seams. But if you told me you weren’t ready and to back off, I would, and I would still think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Her blush deepened, and she ran her hands over his taut biceps, which were shaking with the effort of holding himself back from her. “I’m definitely not telling you to back off,” she said, leaning up to kiss him, gently tugging his bottom lip with her teeth as she pulled away. “But I think we need to discuss something first.”
Brent’s brow creased. “Okay, anything.” Despite declaring moments before that he would back off if she asked, he dropped down onto his forearms, his bare skin meeting hers from chest to groin for the first time. He swirled a tongue around her nipple, and Berkley groaned in response.
“Well, for starters, I haven’t been with anyone in an embarrassingly long time, but I just had my yearly checkup, and I’m all clear. Plus I have an IUD.”
Brent paused his lavishing of her chest and looked up at her through thick lashes. “What’s that?”
Berkley laughed. “An intrauterine device,” she said.
“You mean like your birth control is in there?” he asked, wide-eyed, gesturing in the vicinity of her vagina.
“Yes.”
“It’s not going to hurt or anything when I’m inside you, is it?” he asked, concerned.
She shook her head. “Neither of us will even notice it.”
“Okay, good. I’m clean, too, by the way.”
“Glad to hear it,” she told him honestly.
At that, Brent moved his hand down her stomach and cupped her center, trailing lazy circles around her clit. Berkley arched and writhed beneath him, urging him on, until finally he sank two fingers into her, pumping them slowly in and out while his thumb worked on her nub.
An orgasm built slowly, low in her belly, but she couldn’t wait any longer.
“Brent,” she breathed. “C’mere.”
“Are you okay?”
“Perfect. But I need you inside me. Right now.”
Brent tensed a moment before nodding and lining up his erection with her center, now wet and willing from his attentions. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head, leaning down to kiss her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth.
Without preamble, he drove home.
Berkley arched off the bed at the intrusion, loving the way she stretched to accommodate him, the feeling just this side of pain.
The good side.
“Holy fuck,” Brent said, dropping his head onto her shoulder as he moved in and out. “Berk, I’m really not going to last long.”
Disentangling her hands from his, she reached down to grab his ass, urging him on. “Then don’t.”
“What do you mean?”
Leaning close, she whispered in his ear. “Cum for me, Brent.”
He pulled away, looking down at her questioningly. She nodded.
No further encouragement needed, Brent pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her, over and over, picking up speed the closer he got to his release.
Berkley was merely along for the ride, knowing full well it would take a lot more than this to push her over the edge but loving the feel of him moving inside her nonetheless.
Watching Brent come undone so quickly—this big shot professional athlete with superhero stamina—and knowing she was the one to elicit such a reaction, was a high all its own.
