Balls to the Wall

Brooklyn

 

 

 

BEST WAY TO GET over a game I’d royally fucked up? Take Delaney home for a night of hot lovin’. She wore a slight frown, though, as I drove through the downtown traffic heading for Mt. Pleasant and beyond.

“Something wrong? You acted a little strange when you saw that package this morning.”

“What?” She pulled her gaze to mine. “No. Nothing. Just . . . you know we lost too during halftime.”

“We can massage each other’s egos then.” I grinned.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the only thing you want to massage.”

Barking out a laugh, I tried not to leer at the woman. She’d showered back in the Cougar’s locker room and her long black hair curled slightly at the ends. I didn’t think she wore perfume, but she had her own scent—something a little bit spicy and warm. And don’t even get me started on Delaney Jones, QB, on the field in her somewhat revealing uniform. I loved watching her in action, muscles straining, flesh glistening with fresh sweat, all steamy and just plain hot.

I wondered if she’d let me fuck her with the sexy uniform on someday.

Yup. I was delusional for Delaney.

By the time we got to my house, I’d teased myself with enough thoughts of everything I wanted to do to her body I knew for sure we weren’t making it to the bedroom. And that time I hoped she wasn’t hungry because the only thing I planned on feeding her was my cock, the raging beast that throbbed at the idea.

When I opened the door for her, I just stood there, staring.

“Something wrong?” She swung her legs around, her darkening golden gaze roaming to mine.

“Let you in on a little secret.” My voice gravelly, I braced my hands against the top of the truck and leaned forward. “My cock’s so stiff I’m having trouble walking, forget about thinking about what I’m supposed to do next besides get you naked and fast.”

Biting her bottom lip, she dragged a hand up the inside of my thigh. I pushed my hips forward, and she cupped the rigid length forming a long roll inside my pants.

“Damn.” I grunted, my cock lurching in her hold. “Goddamn. Tryin’ to make me come right here?”

“Feels like it wouldn’t take much.” Kissing the side of my neck, right below my beard, Delaney skimmed light fingertips over the head of my shaft.

Warm precome pulsed from my cock.

Ripping her hand free with a curse, I pulled her out of the truck. She laughed, a brazen smoky sound. Then she squealed when I tossed her up over my shoulder in a fireman hold and booted the truck door shut.

“Brooks!”

“What?” I muttered, taking the deep porch steps two at a time.

“You’re going to drop me!”

“Not likely.” With one hand, I swatted her ass.

She squirmed, but I held her securely, quickly unlocking the door.

Booted that one shut too as soon as we were inside.

I didn’t stop until we were in the living room where the huge windows opened to the waterfront view. The moon shone, the stars sparkled, the sky was coal black—as black as Delaney’s hair swinging around her shoulders and down her back when I set her on her feet in the middle of the floor.

Wrapping one hand around the nape of her neck, I lunged down. Her lips parted on a soft gasp, and I thrust my tongue inside. She curled hers around mine, her hands landing on my back, slipping down to my ass.

Greedy for her, I jerked her against me harder. The wet chase of tongues slinking from her mouth to mine. Keeping her pressed tight to me, I rocked against her, lifting her higher until my cock butted her belly.

Hungry for her, I pulled back, cursing. Staring at her with starving eyes, I watched her tits strain against the soft fabric of her shirt. The nipples clearly outlined.

“You ever wear a bra?”

“Are you complaining?”

In answer, I raised the hem, revealing her tummy then the undersides of her tits. As soon as the peaks appeared, I latched onto one, caressing the other soft dome in the palm of my hand.

She hissed, winding her fingers through my hair. “Oh, yes. Brooks, Brooks. Ahhh. I love your beard.”

“Yeah?” I lightly brushed my bristled chin over the wet nipple I’d just sucked.

“Yes.” She guided me to the other tit she held in her hand.

So hot as she pulled my mouth onto her.

With every suck and lick and nip and rub, Delaney canted back further. Finally, leaving both tits wet and shiny, I lifted my head. I dragged the shirt all the way off, and her silky hair floated down around her shoulders, draping black tendrils over the gleaming flesh of her breasts.

Below, she wore high lace-up suede boots—and a short skirt that bared a whole lot of tawny thigh.

Running my hands from her neck to her collarbone to her tits I teasingly palmed, I kneeled down. I started unlacing a boot from knee to ankle. She steadied herself with hands on my shoulders as I took off the first boot then the next.

When I reached for the zipper on her skirt, she glanced at all the windows surrounding us.

“Here?” she asked, startled.

“Yeah.” Gruff, rough, and ready to see all of her right there, right in the middle of the living room, I slid down the zipper. “Told you we weren’t gonna make it to the bedroom.”

“You also said your cock was ready to burst.”

Aching for her—especially when she mentioned my cock—I dropped the skirt to the floor and gave her my hand as she stepped out of it. That only left her in panties. Correction: a tiny triangle of a thong I discovered when I reached around to mold my hands against her ass.

I left the teasing scrap of fabric on her—for now—and rose to my feet, brushing along her nearly bare body until I towered above her.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Chest vibrating, voice rumbling, I guided Delaney’s hands to my belt.

On tiptoes, she skimmed both hands up my front to the top button of my dress shirt. “I think I’ll start here first.”

Thick heavy breaths rushed in and out of me. She toyed with button after button before releasing each. As the material parted, she planted moist kisses along the line of flesh revealed. Into the deep center of my pecs, down along my abs, over my bellybutton. She tugged at the shirt, yanking it free of my pants, smoothing the wrinkles and teasingly brushing her fingers over the thick erection crawling down the inseam of my pants.

The final buttons popped free, and Delaney skimmed her hands wider, opening the shirt then dragging it off my shoulders. Warm and lush, her breasts tipped against my torso, raising the heat between us until it reached boiling point.

If she didn’t uncage my cock soon there’d be a damn embarrassing mess in my pants—no doubt.

She dragged my mouth to hers, caressed me with one hand, managed to unbuckle my belt with the other. Seconds later, my head reared back. Her fingers delved into my pants. They closed around the swollen base of my cock.

I froze at her touch, reeling at the swift pleasure that rivaled pain because I was so horny for her.

“Oh yeah,” she murmured, dropping down. “This is what I want.”

I pulled her hair over shoulder and watched with savage eyes as she shucked the rest of my clothes off me so fast my cock popped up, swinging against the side of her face.

Her gaze fastened to my pulsing shaft, she tossed my pants, socks, shoes across the floor. She parted her lips, coaxing the tip of my cock toward her mouth.

“Not yet.” I stepped back, every muscle flexing, jaw clenching.

Delaney goddamn whimpered, looking up at me, cheeks flushed, lips glistening.

After urging her up, I propelled her to a chair. Prodded her until she sat down.

Again she opened her mouth to take me inside.

“Not yet.” I repeated, my voice dropping another octave.

Whimper. “Please. I want to taste you.”