Page 56 of Rookie Season
My palm finds my breast, rubbing and kneading. I do come, my core tightening around him. Every part of me shudders and he keeps stroking, drawing it out of me. Then I collapse back against the sheets.
“Stop,” I pant.
“Sure. Once you come again,” he says agreeably.
Ryan shifts, lowering his face between my thighs.
If his fingers were giving, his mouth is greedy. He licks at my skin, sucking and pumping until I’m a writhing mess.
The next climax comes even faster.
I’m satisfied but unsatisfied too. I shift up onto my elbows, gasping for air.
He’s right there, his mouth damp and his eyes bright. “You’re so perfect.”
My heart kicks. He means in bed, not that it matters right now.
I stroke a hand across his chest, loving how the muscles flex under his smooth skin as I slide down. When I get to his abs, his mouth falls open on a tight exhale. My hand slips under the waist of his pants and wraps around him. He’s huge and hard, already leaking.
That he wants me this badly is such a trip.
“I’m impressed you lasted, Rookie,” I say lightly.
He chuckles. “I’ll keep you up all night.”
I play with the head of him the way he played with me. He presses into my hand, his eyes falling shut.
“Looking forward to it.” I lift my hips to brush across him, both of us groaning now.
“Shit.” He freezes over me. “Condom.” Ryan looks around us.
“Downstairs.”
He pulls on his pants and heads for the ladder.
Watching him leave has my chest tightening. It’s stupid, but I had gone all in on the idea that it’s only him and me here, that nothing in the world can touch us.
“Come back,” I whisper right before he disappears.
Ryan stills, twisting back to look at me, cocking his head in surprise before I watch him slip out of sight.
It’s crazy how much of the good vibes evaporate. Even when I turn toward the window, watching the snow drift by, I still feel his absence.
Minutes pass. I’m lying in bed, my thumbs stroking my stomach absently.
What if he doesn’t come back? What if he forgets or loses interest?
I crawl toward the opening in the floor, leaning down. I’m straining to hear—footsteps, anything.
It’s quiet.
He’s probably gone to bed.
Except… suddenly there are voices.
Ryan’s.
Then Jay’s.
