Page 25 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
Smiling with a goofy, drunken expression, he reached over to his night stand and passed me a condom. I had it out of the wrapper and rolled up his erection in no time, silently appreciating his girth and length as I rubbed against it, needing the pressure to ease some of the ache between my legs.
“That’s right,” he whispered. “Take what you want.”
Slade moved his hands up and cupped my breasts now, massaging and kneading. I moaned out, arching my back as he sat up and took one nipple into his mouth. With a gasp, I lifted my hips off him and positioned myself to take him inside me. I lowered myself onto him, inch by massive inch, enjoying the feel of him filling me taking my pleasure so high I was soaring. He lowered to his back again, and held on to my waist to pull me down the rest of the way when he couldn’t wait any longer. By then my hips were grinding against his, and he met my every move with thrusts of his own, anchoring me with his hands on my waist, lifting me off then pulling me down his shaft. I closed my eyes and held on to his biceps, losing myself in the sensation and our sound and scents, aware that I was so close.
He released one hand from my waist, sliding it down past my mound until his thumb was over my sensitive spot. My hips moved more wildly now, relishing the extra stimulation and the way he flicked against it as I barreled toward my peak. I heard his groans but only faintly over my own climactic cries and gasps. I was lost, letting go of everything I’d been pushing back all this time. I shuddered through that jolt of pure electricity, only vaguely aware of my loss of control, and of his hands still roaming around my body, and his breath as he pounded into me and got closer.
As I came back into myself, Slade held on to my back and rolled us over. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and buried himself in me all the way to the root. I whimpered out a foreign, desperate groan of pleasure and didn’t recognize my own voice. Who was he turning me into?
His eyes were half-closed, his face flushed. He pushed forward into me, filling me so completely I had to cup my hand over my mouth to stop my scream.
“Cassidy…” he whispered again. At least he knew it was me and not some random girl he banged without even finding out her name. Not that it made what we were doing any more special, but hell, at least he knew who I was.
He pulled back, then slid home again. Out, then in. Now there was only pleasure—a deep, warm, throbbing pleasure in my core which spread like tongues of flames, licking through the rest of my body.
“Yes.” I whispered fiercely.
A light sparked in his eyes, and he was quick to give me what I asked for. He began grinding slowly, sensually, making sure I felt every inch of him. A second later he moved my legs to around his waist and lowered his body onto me. He kissed me hard, parting my lips to explore my mouth with his tongue the way he filled me south of the border. I gripped his ass and pumped my hips up now, and soon he was grunting, his body tensing above me until pleasure seemed to rip through us both. My core tightened around is staff, and he threw his head back, the veins popping out along the sides of his neck as he roared in orgasm. I watched, satisfied to see him completely lose control, giving in to the pleasure I gave him. It was powerful and thrilling and addictive.
And scary as hell.
He relaxed on top of me when it was over, holding on to me like a prized possession as we both caught our breath. I didn’t expect this part, that he’d actually lie here with me, and not just throw his clothes back on and call it a night. Probably with a handshake or a wink as he kicked me out. I bit back a laugh at the visual.
He pushed himself up until I could see his face. For a split second, there was something warm there. Something I couldn’t quite name. I smiled gratefully, and then it was gone. It was like a wall came down between us.
He grinned, raising an eyebrow. “So. You finally got a piece of Slade, huh? I bet you’ve been waiting a long time for that.”
I blinked, thinking oh crap, Slaughter’s back. We were back where we started.
I frowned, disappointed. “I think you should probably get me home.”
“Sure, doll. You wouldn’t want anybody to know you finally gave in to me,” he muttered. But he didn’t sound angry—in fact, he winked at me and got up to pull his clothes back on. I didn’t bother telling him he was wrong, that it wasn’t about that. Not entirely, anyway.
It didn’t matter. The moment had passed. He was cocky Slade again. Was I kidding myself when I thought he could be any different? Maybe I did that to make myself feel better. I sat up, pulling the sheets around me to get up and gather my things, a bit sorry to see his body go. I wondered if I’d ever see it again. It was one thing to resist him back when I didn’t know what I was missing. Now I’d have something to miss, but not his attitude.
He left the room for a minute and retuned with my bag. “Ready?”
“Yeah.” I followed him to his car and didn’t say a word for the entire drive, not until he stopped his car outside my dorm. “See you,” I said, trying to sound cool and unaffected.
He smiled—a little too knowingly, maybe. I hardened a little bit. He was so damn cocky. I wouldn’t let myself fall any further. I still wasn’t sure why I was disappointed. He was a dick before I slept with him, and was still one afterward. So why did I find him more irresistible now?
