Page 89 of Bombshells
This is my private hideaway, and it’s rare for me to bring anyone up here. This season I haven’t had a female guest at all. Not once. On game day, I usually rest here alone, gathering my thoughts, getting into the zone.
But now I shrug off my shirt without a second thought. I open the drawer beside the bed to confirm the existence of my condom stash, since I haven’t needed one in a while. “Come here, baby.” I lie back on the bed, tuck my hands behind my head, and wait.
The barest flicker of uncertainty crosses her face as she steps out of her shoes. But then I see her shove that hesitation aside as she puts one knee on the bed.
I crook my finger at her and roll onto my side, so that we’re face to face as she settles onto the mattress. I smooth her hair back from her forehead. “I dreamed about you. That’s how I felt about our night together—like it was a dream that I had to wake up from.”
She gives me a flash of a smile, but Sylvie has lost patience for talking. She leans in for another kiss.
I am happy to supply one, before she pulls away to tug her shirt over her head and sheds it to the floor. When she reaches back and unhooks her bra, she isn’t shy at all. And she’s telling me that with every action.
She’s daring me to get out of my head and move things along. She’s smart and brave and she totally has my number. That ought to be terrifying, I guess. But right now it’s just hot.
Sylvie flings her bra off the bed, and I lose a few more points off my IQ. “Keep going,” I say, reaching down to push her pants down her sleekly muscled legs. “If my dreams are coming to life, that means you’re naked in my bed.”
As soon as she kicks the pants away, I run a hand down her body, between her breasts, down her tummy and right into her panties.
Her body jerks with surprise as I rudely spread her legs and stroke her once, quickly.
“Anton,” she gasps, and then relaxes on the bed just as quickly. She spreads her legs obediently, waiting for more.
Good lord. Her fearlessness is such a turn on. I tease her pussy again, circling her slowly with my thumb, and she groans as I come away with slick fingertips. I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth, teasing her tip with a rough tongue.
She arches into my hand and my mouth and moans. Her hands fumble across my body, seeking more.
“That’s a good girl,” I say, releasing her breast. I take her hand and place it right over my cock. “You want this?” It’s a cheesy thing to say, but I’m trying to hold up my bravado, here. Nobody undoes me like Sylvie.
In answer, she sits up, face flushed, and tugs down my track pants and briefs. I let her have the whole lot of it at once. I chuckle when her eyes get big as my erection flops up, larger than life and hard as nails, smacking me in the stomach.
“Don’t get shy now,” I murmur.
Sylvie doesn’t even bother to clear me of my clothing. My ankles are still tangled in fabric when she reaches down to grip the base of my cock.
And then she bends right down and takes my tip between her lips.
I let out a moan of pure shock and awe as her hot tongue swirls on the sensitive underside of my cock head. “Fuuuuck, baby.”
Serious dark eyes look up at me. There’s no smugness in her expression at all. Just heat.
I could say every cocky thing in the book to this girl, but I’ll only be fooling myself. She’s owning me with that hot glance and her fearless hands as they stroke me.
My toes curl as she experiments with taking more. I wind her long hair around my hand and groan lustily. Sylvie wants to prove herself, I think. She’s letting me know that she’s all in.
It’s working, too. I can’t hold still as she pleasures me with her tongue. I’m breathing hard after just a few minutes of her sweet attention.
Every time she glances up at me with that hot expression in her eyes, I get even more turned on. But this isn’t how I want it to end, so before she gets me too far gone, I give her hair a tug. “Come up here, honey. Let me have that mouth on mine.”
She melts onto my chest, and I let out another groan of desire. Our kisses are bottomless. I drink from her lips and run my greedy hands all over her skin. Her panties are the final barrier between us, and I push them down in a hurry, kicking every scrap of clothing off the bed in the process.
“That’s it,” I whisper as she settles onto my body again, the base of my cock cradled beneath her sweet heat. “You’re going to get it so good.”
“Please,” she whimpers, rocking against me as we sink into another kiss. “Hurry.”
“Soon,” I promise, reaching down to tease her. She clenches strong thighs together around my hand. Her physique is a turn-on and so is her eagerness.
And if it’s true that she’s inexperienced, then I’m the guy who gets to show her how good the build-up can be. I tease a single blunt fingertip across her entrance. I take her mouth in a sequence of deep kisses, stroking her with my free hand.
“How do you want me?” I whisper against her lips. “How about right here?”
