Page 119 of The Defender
I cupped the back of her head, drawing her closer. I slid my other palm over her thigh, savoring the hitch in her breath when I grazed the hem of her dress.
“Are you cold?” I asked huskily. “We can go inside.”
Heat seeped through her tights and seared into my palms, but we were still in the middle of the pitch during winter.
She shook her head. “No,” she breathed. “I’m burning up.”
A slow smile spread across my face. “Good.”
I crushed my mouth to hers again. Her lips parted in a soft moan, and I took full advantage, sliding my tongue against hers in a hungry, possessive sweep that made her gasp.
The kiss deepened, turning frantic, almost ravenous.
She tugged at my coat; I pushed her dress up around her waist and yanked her tights and underwear down. Despite our layers of clothing, we somehow shed them effectively enough for me to feel the press of her skin against mine.
She was smooth and warm and so fucking soft as she wound around me, urging me on with each movement. I angled her head and kissed her harder, threading my fingers through her hair and savoring her minty sweet taste.
I could stay like this forever. There could be an earthquake, a cyclone, I didn’t care. The world could end, and I’d still be right here with her, where I was meant to be.
“Vincent.” Brooklyn moaned, her breath catching. “I want to feel you inside me. Right now.”
Fuck. She was going to be the death of me, and she didn’t even know it.
I moved to roll her on her back, but she shook her head. “I want to be on top.” She flipped us over so I lay on the pitch while she straddled me, looking like a goddamn goddess backlit by the stadium lights.
Her hair fell in messy, tangled waves over her shoulders. Her face was flushed and her mouth was swollen from our kiss, but the devilish gleam in her eyes sent blood rushing straight to my cock. So did the peaked points of her nipples, which poked through the delicate silk of her dress.
“You sure you want to be in charge tonight, buttercup?” A noticeable strain tempered the amusement in my voice. I was rock-fucking-hard, and the only thing I could focus on was how much I wanted to tear that silk away with my teeth and feast on her nipples.
Brooklyn smiled, the gleam in her eyes growing brighter. She freed my cock from my trousers and rolled on the condom she’d gotten out of her bag.
“Sometimes I like to be in the driver’s seat. So sit back…” She wrapped her hand around my cock, and I had to bite back a stream of expletives. “Relax…” She guided me toward her pussy. “And enjoy the ride.”
She sank onto me with agonizing slowness. I could feel every inch of my cock sliding inside her while she clenched around me, sending electric bolts of pleasure down my spine.
My head fell back as my breaths grew heavy. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
Brooklyn moaned. She placed her hands on my chest to steady herself as she rode me, and if I wasn’t already on the brink of losing control, her little whimpers and the wet sounds of her pussy impaling itself on my cock would’ve sent me there.
Sweat broke out on my skin. I grabbed her hips, forcing her to slow down so I didn’t come before I was ready.
“What’s wrong?” she teased breathlessly. “Can’t handle it?”
My mouth quirked even as a dangerous tone slid into my voice. “Don’t make me turn you over and fuck that brattiness out of you.”
Blotches of pink blossomed across her face and chest. “You wouldn’t dare,” she said, but the way her pussy spasmed at my words told a different story.
“Try me.”
Brooklyn leaned forward, taking me at a different, deeper angle. I hissed in pleasure.
She smiled, back in control. “I’ll do you one better. Remember that bet we made the first time we had sex? Let’s change it up. I bet I can make you beg to come tonight.”
“Sweetheart, if you can make me beg, you deserve to win.”
It was a promise as much as it was a challenge, and Brooklyn never shied away from either.
She leaned back and rode me harder, squeezing her muscles so tightly it almost made me black out. When I finally returnedto my senses, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back down for a rough kiss. I reached between us without breaking the kiss and rolled her nipple between my fingers, tugging and pinching in a way that I knew drove her wild.
