Page 58 of Home Game

My lip tugs up, and she can’t see my coloring thanks to the purple light, but I know my cheeks are red.

“Definitely,” I say with a nod.

She leans in closer, her nose grazing mine, and I slide my hands up her body until they’re both tangled in her hair. Our mouths hover an inch apart, and I nip at her bottom lip a few times, wanting more of it.

“Hey, Wyatt?” she whispers.

“Hmm?” I nip again, snagging her bottom lip between mine and sucking lightly before letting go.

“You aren’t broken. And your dreams . . . you’re going to reach them.”

My right hand weaves deeper into her hair and I coax her head back just enough to meet her gaze. She has no idea how much her words just soothed me, how much she breathed life into me right now. I wish I had the right words in response, but all I can do is hold her gaze long enough that I hope she understands.

Unable to resist any longer, I sit up and pull her into me, my mouth crashing into hers with the hungry kiss I wanted to give her the first time we touched. Her hands shove my T-shirt up my chest and I pull it over my head, tossing it to the floor. I do the same with hers, and she wriggles out of her sports bra as soon as her shirt is gone. My palms slide along her smooth back as mytongue moves against hers, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.

I move my hands around her hips, lifting her and rolling on the bed so she’s lying flat. I hold myself above her, my arms caging her as I kiss my way from her mouth down the curve of her neck to the ripe peaks of her breasts. I flick her nipple with my tongue and she arches in response. The way I make her move, the way my touch seems to turn her on, makes me flex beneath my sweatpants. I’ve been hard most of the night, and I’m sure she felt it while I held her. But now, my dick aches.

My mouth trails down the center of her stomach to her navel, and I dare to slide the front of her shorts an inch lower to kiss her there. She lifts her hips, and I glance up to meet her eyes as she nods, her bottom lip caught in her teeth. I lower myself against her and brace my weight on my elbows so my fingers can hook into the band of her shorts. I roll them over her hips, then pull them from her legs. Her white panties are low on her hips, and the cotton narrows into a thin strip as it curves between her legs.

I lick my lips as I glance up her body to her face, her eyes closed and her arms resting above her head. She draws her knees up halfway, and I take the invitation to press my palms on the insides of her thighs, sliding them closer and closer to her center until my right index finger strokes her over the cotton.

“Ah,” she gasps, arching her back again and tilting her head even farther back. I run my finger over her swollen middle again, and this time she hisses. Careful not to rush things, I tease her along the side of the cotton strip until finally getting the nerve to slip my finger underneath. Her sensitive skin is swollen and wet, and she rolls her hips as I tease her gently, drawing languid circles around her before slowly sinking one finger inside of her. She whimpers, and I begin to pull my finger back, but her hand quickly covers mine and urges me to touch her deeper.

Feeling all of her, I slide down slowly with my hand never once leaving her, until my mouth is inches away from kissing where she aches. Tugging the cotton to the side, I press my lips to her pink skin, then move my tongue along the same path my finger took before. Her legs pull in, squeezing around my head before she opens them wider, inviting me in.

I press my cock against the mattress to ease the ache and keep myself focused on her. My hands work her panties down her hips and she pulls one leg out at a time while my gaze remains fixed on her incredibly sexy body. The thin trail of light brown hair leads to my new favorite taste.

When her hands dive into my hair and grip strands, I let go of some restraint and lick her with more force, pressing my tongue into her center, dipping it inside and sucking her in. I devour her for several minutes, her breath now a steady pant and her whimpers coming out more often and louder.

“What do you want?” I ask her, kissing her abdomen just above her dusting of hair.

She lifts her head, her eyes heavy with want, her mouth in a constant state of open.

“I want you,” she says, and my dick flexes again, so ready to give in.

“Are you sure?” I ask, already shifting to my knees. I grab myself over my sweatpants to satisfy my urgent need for relief. I’m not a fuck boy like a lot of the guys on our team—like Bryce Hampton. I’d like to make this last longer than ten seconds.

“Yes, Wyatt. I want to do this. So bad,” she whines.

I stroke myself over my pants again and hold her gaze for another second—until she nods—before reaching into my night drawer and pulling out the small box of condoms I never really thought I’d need so soon but oh so desperately hoped I would with her. One day.

Tonight.

I pull out a foil and tear it open with my teeth as I pull myself out with my other hand. My eyes are on Peyton’s, and I note every flicker of her eyes and dart of her tongue through her lips as she takes me in while I roll the condom down my shaft.

She stills herself as I adjust my position, moving until my tip kisses her center. The heat is instant, and I beg myself to take it slow. My cock in my hand, I paint her with it, stroking her center and coating myself in her wetness until I push halfway in.

“Oh, my God!” She arches her back as her hands fly to her sides and grip my blanket in her fists.

I pull back, not wanting to hurt her, then slide in again, deeper this time. Her whimper is soft. Sweet. I push in more, letting her adjust to me until I’m completely buried inside her. Rocking my hips, I slip out almost completely, before diving in again, this time faster—harder. And her whimper is louder.

Her knees lift, and as I rock in and out of her, she eventually wraps one of her legs around me, pulling me into her with each thrust and coaxing me deeper. My pumps are soon met with thrusts of her own, her hips rising to meet me with each push. Her hands reach up to cup my face, and I hover above her, waiting as her eyes open on mine and the softest, sexiest smile curves her lips.

Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I lower my mouth to suckle them as I thrust faster. When I bite one of the raw tips, Peyton cries out but holds my head to her breast, lifting her torso to meet me and make it easier to access her. Holding her leg at my hip, I sink into her, putting more force into each pump as I drop my mouth to hers. Her teeth cling to my lower lip, and as her tongue passes along my skin, I feel myself on the verge of losing control.

“Come for me, Peyton. I want to feel you.” My voice is raw, my breathing ragged. I work my hips as hard and fast as I can, chasing each cry until she writhes beneath me, dropping her fistto her mouth, biting her knuckles with her teeth. Her entire body pulses around me and a second later, I fill the condom.

I push into her a few more times, wanting to be sure she feels every last thing. I want this to be what she dreams about tonight. I want to hold her until she falls asleep naked in my arms. I want to wake her with kisses at three a.m. and taste her until she comes again.

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