Page 42 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
“Shawn will be here. He’s not talking to me either.”
“He’ll come around.” I pulled back and looked down into her eyes. “So, we’re good?” I had no fucking idea where all this couples shit was coming from, but it felt real, so I didn’t fight it.
“I don’t know,” she purred. Christ, even when she was whining she was sexy. “I’m not sure I should let you off the hook so easily.”
I pulled her into my chest again, rubbing down her back until my hand was just above her ass. Ducking down to her ear, I whispered, “Of course you should. You know why?”
“Why?” She moaned, tilting her head to one side.
My lips brushed across her neck, then back to her ear. “Because you want to…” I walked her back to the bed. “And because you like having me around now…” I dropped to my knees, ran my hands up her legs and looked up at her with imploring eyes. “And mostly because you missed me.”
Her eyes closed, and her legs parted slightly as she stood there, breathless. I lifted the t-shirt and kissed her mound through the fabric of her panties. Her body shuddered. “Admit it.”
“I’ve missed you,” she groaned.
I slowly pulled her panties down her legs, kissing as I moved them lower, and once they were down to her ankles, I slid them off her feet and made sure she was looking at me when I tucked them into my shirt pocket.
“And you’ve been dreaming of me tasting you like this.” I lifted the t-shirt and pressed my lips to her mound. Her hands went into my hair, pulling my head tighter on her as she started tilting her hips to meet my mouth. My tongue flattened against her bud, sliding across her fold and then back to her sensitive heat, and soon I wasn’t sure she’d be able to stay on her feet. Still, I kept feasting on her, and her hips rocked, knees already weak and body shaking with need. I wanted this to be memorable, and she was a cheerleader, so I knew she could handle it. I lifted her legs over my shoulder, gripped her ass tightly, and told her one word.
“Ride.”
Cassidy let out a whimper and clamped her legs around my head, pleasuring herself with my tongue. She took every bit of enjoyment she could from this position until her inner thighs pulsed and trembled through her first climax. She wanted to return the favor when she caught her breath, but there’d be time for that later. Right now my dick wanted in on her warm, wet center. I stood up and lowered her to the bed, then felt around my pocket for a condom.
Shit.
I’d been working so much I didn’t have any on me.
What the fuck? This was a new record.
Cassidy flipped onto her side and searched the tiny drawer of the shared study desk until she pulled out a bright orange wrapper. The thing didn’t look big enough to fit on my member, but for the sake of pure need and what was turning out to be makeup sex, I could make it work. In a second I was climbing out of my pants and boxers, almost ripping my shirt before getting close enough for her to roll the condom up my stiff length. Once I was all ready, I pulled her top over her head. I needed to feel her soft breasts against my chest while I was inside her. Parting her legs, I positioned myself and made my way home, so deep inside her she was hissing and probably didn’t realize she’d called my name.
I lowered my chest to hers, slowly moving inside of her and back out, and in again, feeling every ridge and contour of her core surrounding me.
“You need to hurry,” she got out in between those sultry moans. “Miranda’s going to be home soon.”
“Oh, I don’t know if I can be quick with you.”
“Try.”
I pulled off of her and got us both off the bed, spinning her around in front of me and placing her hands on the side. Running my hands down her sides, I let them come to a stop at her hips, bent her further forward, and slipped in just past her opening. She pushed herself back onto my hardness, begging me to fuck her harder. So I gave her what she wanted, thrusting myself into her, so deep that she would let out a hiss each time I hit that special spot, and her core would tighten, and body tensed up against me. I reached forward with one hand and cupped one of her soft, full breasts, massaging it in time with each stroke.
Soon her knees were buckling and her head dropped to the bed, as she told me without words that she was coming. Her muscles contracting around me and her body went limp in my hands, and all I could do was hold her in place for a few more thrust until I followed her to my own orgasm. I lowered her back to the bed, and she stretched out along its narrow length, patting the space beside her for me to climb in with her.
“I can’t stay too long,” I whispered, getting in beside her. “This will get me way too comfortable, and with the exhaustion I’m feeling right now, I’m liable to pass out until morning.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on to me like this was something we did all the time. “I don’t mind.”
I couldn’t remember a single girl I’d slept beside. That’s because no girl had gotten that privilege. I’d been with numerous partners, but there wasn’t one I’d said more than a few words to after, let alone held them. Come to think of it, there weren’t very many repeat offenders, and even then, it hadn’t become athingthe way this was.
“Tell me how much you missed me.”
She bit her lower lip and nodded, “A lot.”
“You’ve wanted me for years, haven’t you, Cassidy? Wanted this?” That wasn’t something I had any intention of asking, but it may have been sitting in the far corners of my consciousness, one of those slow burning, self-defining questions that should never be asked at a time like this because it would be answered truthfully.
“Yes.”
I nodded. This wasn’t the time to gloat.
