Page 21 of Off the Stick
I’m painfully aware just how wet I am right now and the growing intensity of the throbbing presence between my legs.I know I’m in need of my own release but ignore it in favor of giving all my attention to Dane’s hard cock.
I hollow out my cheeks and suck him further back until he’s hitting the back of my throat.I swallow around his girth as I feel his legs tighten and abs contracting as the first wave of his release hits my mouth.
My eyes flutter open in panic.I breathe in deeply through my nose, my throat muscles working furiously to keep up with all he’s giving me.I taste his salty, earthy essence against my tongue, and it gives me a craving so strong I’m nearly blinded by it.
After Dane’s body has relaxed and he pants in exhaustion, I pull my mouth free and sit back on my heels.I’m still in my bra and sweater, but my legs are bare and my panties are somewhere on the floor.The slickness between my legs is apparent, and the way Dane stares at me with hunger sends a thrill down my spine.The growing ache inside me intensifies.
He props himself up on one elbow, his bicep flaunting with the flex of his muscle as a slow, satisfied smile stretches across his face.
“Well, that takes care of one of us, eh?”
He says nothing more as he pushes himself to his knees, completely unfazed over his state of nakedness.Like a jungle cat, he inches closer, and I tug at the hem of my sweater, nervously trying to pull it down to cover the clear evidence of my arousal.
But he pushes my hand to the side and wedges his fingers inside the gap in my thighs, the rough pads of his fingertips toying with my sensitive skin.
“Still need to leave?”
Dane’s dark eyes narrow on me, a knowing smile across his lips, and then his eyes drift down to where his hand rests.A nervous gasp escapes my mouth, and I bite the corner of my bottom lip, fighting back a lusty moan when he drags his fingers up the inside of my thigh.
I close my eyes and yield to his ministrations as his fingers search and find the wetness pooled along my skin.When his fingers part my slick folds, I collapse backward, knees pressing out as he begins to explore.
“Come here,” he instructs, pulling on one hand so I rise on my knees.“Put your hands on my shoulders.You’re gonna want to hold on.”
I lift my arms and wrap my hands behind his head, my fingertips grazing the soft hair at his nape.
The moment my hands lock together, his thumb slides deliciously through my wetness, circling my clit in a rhythm meant to send me flying to the moon.
My hips buck and grind madly into his hand, my body seeking friction by pressing into his palm.His chuckle is like warm liquid against my neck.A finger curls inside, then another, as they slide in and out of my body, which acts of its own accord.
I have a need to reach something I can’t define.Something big and out of this world.The sensation is overwhelming and so strong, like a riptide taking me out to sea, swirling and tossing me from side to side, sending me in a dizzying direction.
I dig my fingers into the back of his shoulder blades and score my nails over the taut skin, bringing my mouth against the front of his collarbone to bite down into his hot flesh as an orgasm the size of a hurricane rips through me.
I cry out, muffling the husky sound against his neck.As the pleasure subsides, the white stars behind my eyelids flickering out, I slump against his heated body.Dane’s arm snakes around my waist and carefully brings us back onto the mattress so he can spoon me as I languidly enjoy the afterglow.
It could be mere minutes or hours, but however long it is, the sensation created by him spooning me is as close to heaven as I’ve ever been.It’s like magic to be wrapped up in Dane’s arms.
“I don’t ever want to go,” I whisper so quietly that I don’t think he can hear me.Based on his response, though, he clearly does.
“I don’t want that either.”He places a kiss along the back of my neck.“Let’s stay this way forever and never let each other go.”
12
Dane
Not so long ago, I’d normally go out with the boys and celebrate the win or commiserate the loss with drinks and women.
The likelihood that I wouldn’t crawl into bed before two a.m.had been relatively high.Usually, I’d hit the hay with a satisfied dick and a good buzz, falling into a sound sleep until morning.
But that routine, however, was blown to bits when Halle arrived on the scene, followed by the strange and electric moment I shared with her tonight.Those sapphire teal eyes of hers have left me wide awake at 3 a.m., trying to rid her from my thoughts.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything as powerful as I did the moment I noticed Halle watching me from the stands.It threw me and the rest of my night into a wild tailspin.I’ve been a fucking mess, a literal buzzkill as I hang with Costa, Rossco, and the rookies.I had one beer and am calling it a night, much to Rossco’s dismay.
“You’re being a weenis,” Rossco whines when I say I’m leaving.“A weenis who’s not going to get laid by leaving.”
He’s right.If I stay, I’d likely get a good buzz on and maybe find a gorgeous woman to hookup with.But that’s not my vibe and not what I’m looking for tonight.I don’t want anyone else besides Halle.And I don’t want to forget about the fire that was reignited in my soul when her gaze tangled with mine.The memories that it’s evoked has my headspace cluttered and in turbulent chaos.
All I know is I’m on a mission to find out if she’s with someone else.And if not, to get back in her life.
