Page 84 of Forecheck
At least this, she could remove, and it had been my idea, not hers.
“I love it,” she said, already shoving the box toward me and swiping the hair that had come loose from her bun off her neck. Istrung it on and clasped it, pressing a kiss to the skin right above when it was secure.
“Now the other one!” I urged.
She reached for the larger box, gently lifting the lid, then lifting the dark blue garment out.
“Your jersey?” she asked, hugging it to her chest. “You know I already have one.”
“Not game worn.”
Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open. “What?”
“It’s the one I wore the night we played Boston.”
“My first game after our first date,” she said quietly.
Pleased she remembered, I nodded happily. “I had it dry-cleaned, and it’s been sitting in that box ever since. I’ve just been waiting for the perfect chance to give it to you.”
“I love it so much,” she said against my mouth as she kissed me. Then she pulled away and passed me a box. “Now it’s your turn. It’s not as fancy, but…I hope you like it.”
Greedily, I ripped into the wrapping paper, revealing a black metal picture frame in the box underneath.
“It’s digital,” Berkley said, reaching over to click a button on the side. The screen lit up, and a slideshow began, displaying pictures of the two of us, my family, friends, and teammates. “I figured you could take it with you on the road so you wouldn’t forget about me.”
“I will never forget about you.”
“Good,” she told him with a small smile. “Now where’s this meal I was promised? I’m starving.”
“You know,” I said, raking my eyes over her body. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
I watched as, too late, Berkley realized what I’d meant and tried to make a run for it. Unfortunately, she ran exactly where I wanted her: in the direction of my room. I caught her bythe waist in the hallway outside, scooped her up, and playfully tossed her onto the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing. “What about dinner?”
“Dinner can wait,” I said. “I distinctly remember you saying something about being most comfortable when you’re naked.” I crawled on top of her, sliding my hands under the waistband of her leggings to cup her ass. “Why don’t I help you out with that?”
Berkley’s protests quieted as I slipped her leggings down the smooth skin of her thighs and off, tossing them unceremoniously behind me. The panties she wore could hardly be considered underwear at all. The sheer lace offered tantalizing glimpses of the smoothest skin on her body, and I grinned wickedly at her.
“What’s that look for?” she asked, propping herself on her elbows to stare at me.
Without a word, I fisted the panties and ripped them from her body. Berkley’s yelp of surprise, followed by a moan when I smoothed the sting with my lips, sent a surge of heat straight to my cock.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she groaned out when my tongue delved into her pussy.
The bed shook as she threw herself backward, her hands coming to my hair. The sharp sting as she yanked on the strands, angling me right where she wanted me, had me driving my hips into the mattress. I was desperate to take the edge off, but not before I got her off. There was nothing in the world as good as this. Nothing got me high quite like Berkley coming apart under me, with my mouth, my fingers, my cock pushing her to the brink. I’d never be fully sated where she was concerned.
But I gave it my best shot.
I licked and sucked and nipped, alternating slow strokes with quick flutters of my tongue until my girl was panting andsquirming, begging with unintelligible words. The quivering in her legs told me how close she was, and only a few more circles of my tongue would get her there.
I hadn’t even added my fingers, and I felt fucking powerful knowing I was the only one that could do this for her.
When I backed away, she whined. “Brent!”
“Not yet, baby,” I said, crawling up her body until we were face to face. I brushed an errant strand of hair out of her eyes. “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”
“Always.”
