Page 46 of Sweeper
My body shakes with amusement. God, she’s cute. And sexy. And when she was all flustered and jealous, asking me if I was going to sleep with those girls at the bar, I about pushed her into the bathroom and took her right then and there. And the fact that she admitted she was only talking to Banner to get my attention is even cuter. She really is a good girl.
“Maybe we should have some rules?” she croaks as I move my hands up to her shoulders and pull her faux fur coat off.
I toss it to the side and my eyes drift down to see that she’s wearing a long-sleeve sheer black top that shows a black bra underneath. That with the skirt and tights has my cock already thickening in my jeans.
“I get enough rules on the pitch, Ducky,” I reply, removing my own coat and discarding it on the floor with hers. “Let’s fuck the rules.”
Her eyes flare with excitement, so I reach back and pull my shirt off over my head. The little noise she makes in her throat makes for an uncomfortable situation in my jeans.
“My God.” She sighs, her eyes roving over my chest and abdomen. “You really are quite confident, aren’t you?”
When it comes to Daphney, I don’t know what I am, but right now…this second…I want her, and by the look in her eyes, she wants me too. That’s all that matters.
“Your turn.” I glance down at her body and step back to give her space.
She smiles shyly, and with a slight eye roll, she peels the thin fabric off her body as she stands before me in a black bra. Her skin is pale against the fabric, and I can see the outline of her nipples through the lace.
My heart speeds up as I hold myself back. “Need help with that last bit?” I ask, pointing at her chest and dying to touch her. “I’m kind of an expert.”
“An expert at being a cheeky arse.” Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra in Mach speed and flings it off to the side. She props her hands on her narrow hips. “Happy?”
My smile falls as I stare down at her breasts. They are fucking perfect. Even better than my dreams. Petite, teardrop shapes with tiny, pale pink nipples that I…oh fuck it, what am I waiting for?
I reach out and gently stroke her breasts, my hands testing the weight of them in my grip as my thumb glides over the hardened buds. She’s a petite girl, but these breasts are still an admirable handful. And I have big hands.
My mouth practically waters as I dip my head and wrap my lips around her right nipple, sucking the hard flesh deep into my mouth. Her perfume invades my senses as I flick my tongue over her, and she cries out as she forks her fingers into my hair, scoring her nails over my scalp. The sensation causes my entire body to tremble.
Annoyed at the uncomfortable angle, I grab Daphney around the waist and hoist her up to the counter. A cloud of flour puffs out around us as I move my lips to her other breast. How is it possible that this one tastes even better than the other?Fuck, I’m not going to last long.
“Zander.” Daphney sighs, and her legs circle around my hips as she pulls me closer.
She grabs my jaw and pulls my mouth to hers. Our lips connect, and she swirls her tongue deep into my mouth, taking me the way she did in the hallway. I can taste the desire on her lips, and it makes me desperate to taste more of her.
“I want to touch you,” I murmur against her lips as I slide my hands up her legs, frustrated by her tights. “We need to get these off.”
Nodding, she braces herself on my shoulders as she slips off the counter and kicks out of her boots. I do the same and then laugh when she turns her back to me because her ass is covered in flour.
“What are you laughing at?” she hisses, turning around with a frown.
My abs contract with poorly concealed amusement as I walk over and swat at her bottom. She looks confused at first but then the cloud of flour wafts all around us.
“You said you liked a pigsty, Soccer Boy,” she giggles as she unzips her skirt that now has my handprint outline on it. She shimmies it down her hips and says, “Let me grab my robe, and we can sneak over to your place.”
“No way.” I shake my head adamantly and step back, taking in her half-naked body donning nothing but black tights as she stands in her kitchen. “This is how I want to picture you in all of my fantasies from now on.”
She levels me with a lethal glare. “I’ve had about enough of your cocky mouth.”
I close the distance between us and tilt her chin up to mine. “I’m only getting started with yours.”
I crush my lips to hers and take a moment to explore her mouth, neck, and shoulders as we stumble toward her unmade bed, kicking out of my jeans on the way there. We pause at the sofa on the foot of her bed as I slip my hands down the back of her tights, palming her fleshy bare ass. It’s soft and supple. And I realize that no panties under tights may just be my new favorite thing.
Daphney gasps when my erection grazes her center. My black boxer briefs are the only barrier as she reaches between us and slides her delicate fingers over my shaft. The gentle stroking overwhelms me, and I stop kissing her to rest my forehead on her shoulder for support. I can feel the precum seeping out of me already. Fucking hell, this woman is going to kill me.
“Do you have a condom?” Daphney asks, her voice deep and husky and causing all the blood in my body to drain to my cock.
Painstakingly, I turn around and grab a condom out of the pocket of my jeans. I had high hopes for tonight, and the fact that Daphney has already exceeded all of them before I’ve even entered her is a pretty alarming thought.
Daphney’s eyes are trained on me as I slide my boxers off and roll the condom over my bulging erection. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid, and I’m painfully aware of the fact. Therefore, I know I will need to distract myself if I want any chance of this lasting.
