Page 65 of Forecheck
I shook my head, dragging my eyes back up to his. “Technically, you get paid to score goals and shit. You have no right to be this hot.”
He shrugged and leaned back over me, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to my chest, teasing my nipples with the tip of his tongue. “And you have no right to have skin this soft,” he said against me. “My god, Berkley. You’re fucking stunning.”
My cheeks reddened. “You’re just saying that because you’re about to get lucky.”
He moved away, setting his hands on either side of my head and nestling his hips between my thighs. “Absolutely not. 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, I’d back off, and I would still think the world of you.”
My blush deepened, and he pressed a kiss to the apple of my cheek.
“Love this blush,” he said. “Love it even more when it spreads across your chest when you come.”
Fuck. This man. I’d never get enough of his mouth.
His biceps shook with the effort of holding himself back, and I was honestly about ready to burst myself. Still, there was one thing I wanted to clear up first.
“I think we need to discuss something.”
Brent’s brows creased. “Okay, anything.” Despite declaring moments before that he’d back off if I asked, he dropped onto his forearms. Then he dipped his head and lazily swirled his tongue around my nipple. I groaned in response, gripping fistfuls of his hair.
“I just…birth control,” I said, all words save the essentials leaving me with his mouth on my body.
“I have condoms.”
“I have an IUD,” I told him. “I get annual exams, and my results from the most recent one came back clear. I—we…not if you don’t want.”
“You’re telling me…” he said, shifting slightly so his palm could graze the length of my body, the heel of it settling on the mound right over my clit, “that you’re going to let me fuck you bare?”
I could only nod.
“I haven’t been with anyone in an embarrassingly long time,” I admitted quietly.
“Fuck, Berk,” he said. “I haven’t been with anyone since well before I met you, and we get tested before the start of the season. Mine all came back clear, too.”
“Then we’re good.”
“Do you need—” His words cut off when his fingers dipped inside my pussy, finding me drenched and ready. “Guess not.”
“Please,” I breathed. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Brent groaned, shifting slightly so the head of his cock nudged my entrance. He grabbed both of my hands and held them above my head, leaning down to kiss me. He shifted to get his kneesunder him, bringing my thighs up with him. His tongue swept into my mouth at the same time he pushed into me.
My back arched off the bed, straining to meet him, to take him further. I loved the way I stretched to accommodate him, the sensation just this side of pain.
The good side.
“Holy fuck,” Brent said, dropping his head to my shoulder as he moved in and out, pace increasing with each stroke. He let go of my hands to grip my hips, burying himself deep and stilling. It was almost too much, having him fully inside me, the sting of the stretch easing to pleasure that arced through my entire body, turning my limbs liquid. “Berk. I’m really not going to last long this first time.”
I reached down to grab his ass, sinking my fingers into his glutes, urging him impossibly closer. A rumble emanated from deep in his throat, a low sound that set my skin on fire.
I was the one undoing him like this, and the knowledge made me feel fucking powerful, like a goddess. “Then don’t.” Swirling my tongue along the column of his throat and gently nipping at his shoulder, I said, “Come for me, Brent.”
No further encouragement needed, Brent pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into me, over and over, setting a punishing rhythm as he neared his release.
I was merely along for the ride, knowing full well it would take more than this to push me over the edge, but loving the feel of him inside me nonetheless.
Watching him come undone so quickly was a high all its own, and it had that pressure increasing deep in my core.
And leave it to Brent to keep proving me wrong about my own body, because, impossibly, when he came suddenly with a groan, my orgasm ripped free, and I followed him off the cliff. Taken entirely by surprise, I could do nothing but hold onto him as I cried out his name.
