Page 92 of Forecheck
The ringing stopped only to start again a beat later. I blinked open my eyes slowly, coming to consciousness fully.
Looking down my body, I found Berkley on her knees between my thighs, my thick length clasped between her delicate fingers. She grinned at me.
“Good morning.”
“I thought I was dreaming,” I said with a laugh that morphed into a groan when she returned her mouth to me, the ringing phone forgotten once again. Swirling her tongue around my head, she ran it down to the base and back up before closing her lips around me again.
And again, the phone rang.
“Answer that,” she said against me.
“Are you going to stop doing that if I do?”
“Not a fucking chance,” she said, grinning wickedly as she dove back in with a vigor.
Fuck.
Our wild, frantic fucking of the previous half day seemed to have unlocked something in both of us, and I marveled at her, at the way her mouth spread around me, their perfect pink vibrant against the darker skin of my shaft. I reached down and traced her top lip with my finger.
“So fucking pretty like this,” I said. “With those pink lips spread around my cock? God, Berk. You’re a fucking wet dream come to life.”
A hum around me was her only response.
When the phone rang for the fourth time, I finally answered.
“Hello?” I said, nearly choking on the word as Berkley lightly scraped her teeth against me.
“Jean, it’s Fred Baker. You busy right now?”
Fred Baker, the Detroit Warriors’ General Manager.
I pulled the phone away from my ear, partly to check the time, partly to bite back a groan when Berkley swallowed around me again.
“Ahh…it’s barely eight, so no, I’m not doing anything.”
Except receiving the fucking blowjob of my life.
“Great, great,” Fred said. “Look, can you come down to the offices? We need to talk.”
Only Berkley’s mouth on my cock and hand fondling my balls kept me from spinning out with those four words.
“Yeah, I’ll be there. Give me a half hour.”
“See you soon.”
I hung up and tossed my phone across the room, spiraling out for an entirely different reason as Berkley’s mouth and hand picked up speed, as I clasped the back of her head and held her there.
“You filthy little girl,” I growled, my hips punching forward of their own accord, forcing her to take me deeper. “Waking me up with head, then continuing to go down on me while I was on the phone with my boss? Fuck, Berk. That was…”
She pulled off and grinned up at me. “Hot, baby,” she said. “The world you’re looking for ishot. I’m so turned on right now.” She reached between her legs, and when she presented her fingers to me, they glistened with her own arousal.
I sat up and clasped her upper arms, hauling her body over mine and dragging her in for a searing kiss.
I gripped my cock and brushed it against her pussy, groaning at her wetness coating me. “Sit down, baby. Let’s see how fast I can make you come.”
By the time I rushed through a shower and headed toward the arena thirty minutes later, the high from my and Berkley’s sex marathon was rapidly waning.
Whatever happened in the next hour would ultimately determine my future. Now that I’d finally settled into a relationship with a woman who was deeply rooted in Detroit and Michigan, the thought of having to give it all up was unfathomable. The fact that she said she’d follow me took some of the edge off my panic, but…I didn’t want to ask that of her. I may not be a native Michigander, but I loved this state like I was, and the thought of leaving gutted me.
