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JAY
I dropped my bag just inside her bedroom, set my beer on a shelf, and kicked the door closed behind me as she turned off the overhead light. A string of white dock lights was draped on the ceiling, and the soft lighting was fucking sexy. The gorgeous blonde in the room had a lot to do with it.
Like last time, it was impossible to keep my hands off her, and she seemed just as desperate as I was. Her hands clawed at my t-shirt, yanking it up over my head. I pulled at her top, trying to tug it down until she pushed my hands out of the way and whipped it up and off.
She wore a basic purple bra with little gold hoops at the straps, and it was the sexiest thing ever. My fingers fumbled to release my belt, but she’d turned into stone. Her gaze was pinned on my chest.
“I’m fine,” I said, when I glanced down and realized what she was looking at. A purple-yellow bruise was still fading from our home opener, just below where my pads sat. A helmet between the numbers could knock the wind clean out of you, and for an opponent playing safety, hopefully the ball too. He hadn’t, though. Ball security was something I’d improved over the last two seasons.
“You sure?” she whispered.
Her concern was sweet, but I wasn’t fragile. “Yeah.” I softened my knees and leaned back against the door, then I threaded a hand in her hair and jerked her toward me. It caused her to fall into my chest, right into my bruise. “See?”
I wasn’t rough, but her blue eyes darkened. They burned, hot for me. I slid my palm down the bare skin of her back and grabbed a handful of her jeans-covered ass. A half-moan, half-whimper came from her lips as I gripped her. Our mouths crashed together. Tongues slashed and stroked.
The wood of the door was cool against my back, and I needed the support. Kissing her was a full contact sport, and I wasn’t sure which play to call next.
A snap decision was made in my head. My hand spanned over her jeans, and I squeezed her ass. “Get these off.”
I pushed her back, and stayed leaning against the door. Did she get it? How I wanted to watch? Once more, my hands went to my belt and worked the leather end free, but I didn’t drop my gaze to my hands.
I watched her. Only her.
Kayla moved slowly. She undid the snap of her jeans and inched the zipper down, then hooked her thumbs in the waist. She barely blinked as she stared at me. One side of her jeans was shimmied down over a hip, then the other, and the way she swayed side to side as she worked them down . . . fuck. All the blood in my body raced to my dick.
She was about to see it, too, because I yanked at my pants and my underwear, pushing them down to bunch at my ankles. I stepped out and kicked them out of my way, while wrapping a fist around my cock.
Her shoulders lifted as she sucked in a deep breath. The low-cut underwear matched the bra. Little gold hoops held the strings around her hips and glinted in the soft light.
Her gaze drifted down from my eyes. It slipped over my chest and landed on my hand, following the slow strokes as I fucked my fist. She seemed almost surprised.
I was curious. “You’ve never seen a guy jerk off before?”
Kayla’s eyelids fluttered in a series of rapid blinks, as if my question had made her shy. She shook her head, and when her gaze returned to mine, I gave a lazy grin.
“Do you like watching it?”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed thickly. I was given a nod, and my knees softened. I slid an inch down the flat door.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
Without me having to ask, she came to me. She stood between my feet, so the outsides of her thighs were against the insides of mine, and she twisted her hands behind her back. The bra released. The flimsy fabric and elastic was tossed aside.
I twisted my grip on my dick, squeezing against the need and ache. Her breasts were perfect. Her small, dusty colored nipples were erect and begging for me. She stood still. Probably as tall as she could, while I was slumped against the door. The tip of my cock grazed the skin of her belly as I pumped my fist.
Her eyes closed as I traced a fingertip over her collarbone and down the center of her chest. I teased her while I teased myself. A shiver shook her shoulders, and her lips parted to exhale when my touch circled in on a nipple.
I wanted it in my mouth. My tongue between her legs. My fingers buried in her pussy. All of it. All of it, right fucking now. It’d been a lifetime since I’d found out she had a hard time coming. My ego wanted to make it happen for her again. And again. My competitive streak needed to do time trials and see how fast I could get her across the finish line.
I wouldn’t last long like this, anyway. Jerking off, with a hand on her tits and watching her response to my simple touch, was driving me wild. The last two times we’d fooled around, it’d been dark. Thank fuck she left lights on tonight. I needed to see all of her.
She must have had the same thought. Our hands met at the strings holding her panties up. I gave up on the goal since she had it covered and focused on a new one. The door creaked as I pushed off it and turned, getting Kayla to move along with me, although it disrupted her hands. The purple underwear was left cutting across her thighs.
There was a soft thump when I pressed her back against the door. Her hands were warm on my chest, and she stared up at me with sex in her eyes. Sex, and longing. I felt it, too. I dropped my gaze down from her eyes to her mouth. I was hungry for her.
“Oh . . .” she said on a breath. I slid a hand down between her legs. She was drenched, and I quirked the corner of my mouth up, right before I pressed my lips over hers. Our kiss was slow and lingering. I shifted my stance, getting comfortable, and put my forearm on the flat surface of the door over her head.
Her eyes widened as I pushed my middle finger inside her body. She was a furnace. Her wet walls tightened around me, and I clenched my jaw, choking back the cuss words which threatened. I didn’t like how my brain stopped functioning when her clothes came off, and all I ever said was, “Fuck.” It was a great word—very versatile—but she deserved more than just a swear word.
Hell, I’d make a shitty attempt at poetry if she wanted it.
Our mutual gazes were pointed down, watching how my damp finger pressed inside her and eased back out. Her breath went ragged, and her fingers curled into my chest, her nails scratching at my skin. The sight of it, her with her panties stretched across her parted knees, got my breath racing, too.
Her moan was throaty and full of lust. It drove me down onto my knees. I withdrew my finger and used both hands to jerk her panties down to her ankles. I’d tried to control myself, but her moan was a plea. It begged for more, and I was up for the task. Lord knew my dick was. It swung painfully between my legs, hard and impatient.
I lifted and draped one of her smooth legs over my shoulder, bringing my mouth right up to her. A faint strip of hair was trimmed above her slit, but beneath she was bare. Lush, and pink, and I throbbed. Kayla contracted away from the wall as I licked her, starting at the bottom and going all the way up to her clit. One slow swipe of my tongue.
Her taste. Her smell. It was so fucking good.
“Whoa,” she gasped. Fingers gripped my hair as I slipped my other shoulder under her supporting leg and began to lift. “Jay. What are you—”
Her words stopped as I straightened my back and she slid up the wall, sitting on my shoulders. She was supported by my hands on her ass, her legs on my shoulders, and the wall at her back. Since the moment I’d seen her in the cheerleading uniform, I’d fantasized about lifting her up while I went down on her. I was on my knees, so if I couldn’t hold her for long, it’d be easier to lower her back down onto her feet.
“Oh my God,” she groaned when my tongue found her clit.
My knees were uncomfortable on her apartment’s cheap carpeting, but otherwise the position was a huge success. I gripped the globes of her ass so hard, her skin dented around my fingertips. I sucked on her and loved listening to the gulps of breath she swallowed down. She kept her form, not shifting her weight even as I fucked her furiously with my mouth, and made her jolt with pleasure. Her balance made it easy for me to keep doing it.
I paused to catch my breath and looked up at her. Her arms were thrown above her head, clawing at the wall and hanging onto the top of the doorframe. I kissed the inside of her thigh, and felt her feet hooked around my ribcage tense into points.
Was she getting close?
Could I make her come like this, pressed again the door and riding my face? I was determined to try.
Her cries swelled and grew in intensity. The apartment-grade door was hollow, so when she slapped a hand against it, it rang out as a sharp crack. Her back arched, but she kept her weight distributed evenly so her movement wouldn’t topple us. I fluttered my tongue as fast as I could, and her thighs wrapped around my head tightened.
“Yes.” It was barely a word from her.
That was the spot, then. I focused on the soft nub of flesh, delivering the maximum amount of pressure I could without sacrificing any speed. Nails scraped at the wood veneer, etching loudly along the faux woodgrain. She shuddered and panted.
My chest was tight. My entire core was engaged holding her like this, and my body began to whine. Didn’t matter, I told myself. Kayla was right at the edge. I could hold out a few more seconds.
“Don’t stop,” she cried, as if I would. “I’m right there.”
She squirmed on my shoulders, searching for relief, and then her body abruptly locked up. Her breath cut off, and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. For a long moment, she seemed to be suspended in pleasure, frozen in place. A convulsion wracked her frame, bringing her back into motion, and she let loose a whimper.
Tremors rolled up her legs, over her trembling belly and on to her heaving chest, and a look of bliss painted her face. Slowly, she came down from the high of her orgasm, one deep breath at a time.
My arms were shaking with fatigue. I lowered to sit on my haunches, keeping her back against the wall as she slid down, until she unhooked a leg and planted a foot on the ground.
I exhaled as I sat back and stared up at her. Her position was like mine had been earlier. She sagged against the door, letting it help keep her upright. Her face was flushed and she seemed to be recovering as I came to my feet.
“You weren’t kidding,” I said, “how it’s all about the abs.”
A short laugh burst out of her. “Feeling the burn in your core, Eighty-Eight?”
I tucked her hair behind her ear so I could whisper there. “I’m burning in other places.”
When she shivered, I had no idea if it was from an aftershock, or my words. She nodded toward the ladder on the side of her bed. “Think we’ll fit?”
I gazed at the twin mattress. It didn’t look any smaller than the one in my single dorm room. “I won’t complain if you want to sleep on top of me.”
She grinned and took a step toward the bed, but I trapped her waist in my hands, stopping her. My chest pressed against her back.
“Wait.” I didn’t know a great way to ask, but it was better to do it now and avoid logistics later. “I’ve got a condom in the pocket of my jeans.” And a bunch more in my overnight bag. “Think I’ll be needing it tonight?”
She turned to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were playful as she lifted her crossed fingers. “I’m hopeful I can convince you to put out.”