Page 69 of Scoring the Player
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come.”
A pretty flush creeps up her neck.
“No need to be embarrassed, just straight facts.”
She turns around, her face inches from mine. “That was incredible. You’re incredible. This entire night has been…incredible.”
I lean forward and place a chaste kiss on her lips.
“Do you want me to…” she trails off and glances down at the obvious bulge in my jeans.
“You just look at it another couple seconds and I’m gonna blow in my boxers.”
“For real?” She stares hard like she’s trying to gauge my seriousness.
“Truly.” I wrap my hand around her neck and bring my mouth back to hers, then get up from the bed.
She sits up, leaning against one elbow.
“I’m just getting some water. You need anything?”
“No.” She sits up and buttons her shorts.
I grab a water and take a long drink, then set it on the nightstand. Her lacy, white bra is on the floor at my feet. I pick it up and hold it in the air, then swing it around.
The mood is still thick with sex, but I’m trying desperately to lighten it with a few silly antics. My dick is deflating so slowly though. Probably because her nipples are still saluting me and I’m holding her sexy-as-fuck lingerie.
She comes up onto her knees and then sits back. She’s thinking hard about something and I’m not sure I want to know the answer, but I find myself asking anyway. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“Isn’t that uncomfortable?” She points to my crotch.
Incredibly. I toss her bra on the bed. “I’m fine.”
“Can I…” Again, she doesn’t finish the sentence.
She doesn’t need to for my dick to resurrect his plan for release.
I roll my lips behind my teeth and stare down at her.
“I can’t tell if you’re holding back for my benefit or yours.” Her voice is quieter, but she holds my gaze as she says it. “Is this still about me deserving more?”
“No.” I run my hand through my hair. “I mean, partly, yeah. You don’t need to do anything for me. Making you come is the hottest thing I’ve done in a really long time.” Ever, maybe.
“What if I want to?”
“Want to what?” I need to hear her say the words so we’re crystal clear on what’s happening. We’ve already gone farther than I planned. The Felix Walters experience would have ended an hour ago with me coming in her mouth and then sending her home. This isn’t that. But I’m not sure she knows that.
“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” Her words send lust tingling down my spine. “I want to touch you. If you want me to.”
“Of course, I want you to.” I run my thumb along her bottom lip.
She reaches forward with unsteady hands to unbutton my jeans. I stop breathing as she pushes them down and then hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxers.
My hand falls away from her mouth so I can take off my T-shirt.
She smiles up at me when I’m standing naked in front of her. “You really are stupid hot.”
“Right back at you.”
