Page 33 of Linebacker
“Bloody hell,” I squeal when he adds a second finger to the mix and, without any difficulty at all, hits me right in the spot that makes my toes curl and my ears ring. “Oh, oh, yes… right there.” He continues to stroke me until I’m so close that I can’t stop my verbal outburst. “Oh my God. Holy fucking hell, Mars. I’m going to come, ahhhh…” The orgasm that hits me is what you find in a dirty romance novel, something that I never thought actually existed or ever experienced. And when I think that I might finally catch my breath, Mars moves down the bed, slides out his fingers and replaces it with his hot, wet mouth. “No, no Mars, I don’t think–”
“Don’t think, just enjoy,” he says around my pulsing pussy, his tongue delving deep inside me as he begins to taste me. “You taste and smell fucking incredible.”
When I’m about to be hit by a second orgasm, he pulls away, and I whimper out with frustration.
“Hold on baby, I just need to grab protection.”
“Get a move on then, because I need you inside me,” I demand.
“Dirty fucking girl,” he sniggers huskily, but the crinkling sound of a packet being torn tells me that I’m not going to be left hanging for long.
When he pushes into me, I nearly die from utter bliss. The feel of him is so exquisite that I almost want to cry.
“Oh fuck, Hope,” Mars groans out, his voice so deep and delicious that I want to fall into it and never come up for air. “I’ve dreamt of this moment so many times, but not once did I ever image how utterly perfect you’d feel wrapped around my cock.” He moves slowly, bringing himself all the way out until only his tip is inside me, before thrusting back into me deep and hard. My God, he fills me perfectly, like we were meant to be. When he begins to pump harder and faster, all the while palming my breast and nipping at my nipples, causing a rush of blistering heat directly to my core, I feel my pussy start to contract as my arousal builds, moving quickly towards another breathtaking release.
“Hold on baby, don’t come yet,” he growls out as he grabs both my hips, fingers biting into my flesh in the most delicious way, giving him purchase to pound into me even deeper, hitting the spot that you can only describe as pleasurable pain. “Fuck, Hope. Fuck…” Letting go of one of my hips, he slides his hand between us, and between finger and thumb, he clamps a hold on my clit.
The mixture of his deep guttural groans and my high-pitched cries are like a sexy screaming rock chorus, and when it comes to an end, we collapse side by side, chests heaving, breaths frantic.
“Come here,” Mars commands with his husky sex laced voice, his arms curling around my waist and teasing my body up close against his own. “You’re one fucking mind-blowingly sexy woman, Hope Palmer, do you know that?”
“Better than what you’ve had before?” I joke but then want to kick myself for even bringing up the subject.
“I’ll admit that I’m no saint, Hope. But please don’t jump to conclusions from what you’ve seen in the tabloids. I’ve not slept with that many women. The media know how to manipulate a photograph, get the right angle, taking a reasonably innocent picture and making it look like it’s something that it isn’t.” I tilt my head so I see his face because this is when I really need to read him. “I had a girlfriend or two back in college, not at the same time might I add. Most of the time I just fooled around because I didn’t have time for a steady girlfriend. I was too busy making sure I kept my grades up so I could keep playing football. However, I’m not the man-whore that the media would lead you to believe either. The only thing I’m guilty of is not committing to one woman, but that was because the woman I wanted to commit to was long gone.”
“Was it one of the girls you met in college?” I ask, wanting to know who made such an impression on him and held him back from getting close to anyone else. I also need to know who I might have to beat the shit out of if ever they turned up on game day.
“It’s you, you dope. No women could ever make me forget you.” The honesty in his eyes is blinding. “I was devastated when I woke up and found you gone, that’s a pain I never wanted to feel again, so I did what I had to do, I protected my heart.”
A rush of regret waves over me, so huge that I think I might drown.
“God, I’m so sorry, Mars. Truly, I never wanted to hurt you, never. Walking away was hard for me too. The thought of you not following your dream because of me was far worse.” With my hands placed on his chest, I push myself up so I can look down on his beautiful face. “If you’d ask me if I regret doing what I did, I’d have to say no. Look where you are now, Mars, you are living your dream, or you will be if you get your arse out of bed because, if I’m not mistaken, you’re late for breakfast with Coach Scully.
“Aww, shit, what time is it?” Mars curses, “Where’s my fucking phone?”
Jumping out of bed, I walk over to where his pants are in a pile on the floor at the bottom of the bed, where he’d kicked them off before giving me the best seeing to that I’ve ever had. I shove my hand in the pocket that is obviously holding his phone, due to the weight at that side. “Here,” I throw it to him, and he catches it one handed.
“Damn, it’s 8.45 which gives me fifteen minutes to get showered, dressed and down there, although I could go down there with eau de la Hope Pussy on my skin. Might give T.J. the message to keep the fuck away.”
“Mars, you wouldn’t, you smelly bastard. Now go get a shower.”
“You should shower too, otherwise Marshall cologne could give the game away.”
“Shit, Mars,” I grimace as the realisation of what we’ve just done hits me hard. The no mixing of business and pleasure has clean got out the window. This could jeopardise my work here. “We can’t tell anyone about this. I’ve been brought in as your behaviour counsellor not your sexual one.”
“Baby, even I have to admit that both of them are pretty much the same.” When he laughs it’s like music to my ears, but I’m also mad at how apathetic he is about it.
“Mars,” I plead. “You can’t say anything.” I grab hold of his arm tugging on it until he looks me in the eye. “We need to keep this under wraps. I could lose my job over this.”
“Okay, okay,” he placates me. “I’ll carry on being an arsehole to you, on one condition.” Here comes the demands. “You agree to spend time with me whenever you’re free”
“I think I can go with that,” I smile at him sweetly. “But only if you agree to take your counselling sessions with me seriously and you start to talk.”
“Damn, you bargain hard woman, now get your arse in that shower, so I can have another five minutes of eyeing up your sexy as fuck body without me getting that butt kicking from Coach for being late.”
CHAPTER27
Mars was late by thirty minutes, which he’s adamant was partially my responsibility due to, as Mars put it, ‘depriving him of seven years’ worth of hard shagging my hot as fuck body of which he was determined to be recompensed for’. In other words, we had the most incredible shower sex, and took extra time in checking out each other’s bodies. To be honest, it was a struggle to force him out of the cubicle before our dirty antics had us looking like a pair of over ripe avocados.
