Page 76 of The Check Down

I’m so lost in the sensation of her lips moving with mine that she’s got my zipper undone and she’s sliding her hand in my pants before it registers. But the instant her hand grips my rock-hard cock over my underwear, I nearly come undone.

“Baby.” I let her get two good strokes in before I grasp her wrist and pull her hand away. “Let me see you first.”

She puts a few inches between us, and I bask in her mussed-up glory. Her lips are reddened from our kisses and her hair is a mess from my hands. The jersey has shifted enough to tease me with a peek of one delectable shoulder.

My mouth waters with the need to taste that creamy patch of skin.

I dive in like a man possessed, latching on to her shoulder, licking, sucking, biting.

Slipping her hands inside my jeans, she grabs my ass. Her words stutter out as she kneads my glutes. “This butt is glorious.” She tilts her head to give me better access to her neck.

“So is this one.” I return the favor, loving the mewl that slips from her lips as I massage the round globes.

Before Brynn, I was a devoted ass-guy. But this woman has turned me into a leg-guy. And a boob-guy. A hip-guy. She’s the total package. Even her cute little pinkie toe does something to me.

Fuck, now I’m a Brynn-guy.

She pushes my jeans down my thighs, then I toe off my sneakers. As I back up and step out of my pants, I miss the warmth of her body. The appreciation in her eyes as she admires my almost-naked physique makes me puff out my chest.

Just a little.

“Pac-Man, huh?” She smirks at the fabric that covers my aching hard-on.

“These are my lucky ones.”

She raises a brow. “Lucky? Since when?”

“Tonight.”

Head dropped back, she laughs. But when I extend my hand across the space between us, her mirth melts away. Expression serious now, she grasps my wriggling fingers and lets me lead her into the bedroom.

The lamps cast a perfect glow on the bed and on the woman who can’t pull her attention from me. She’s so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away.

“Professor, I love seeing my jersey on you.” I smooth my hand up her thigh and bunch the fabric, lifting it up her body. “But I think I’ll love seeing it on the floor even more.”

She raises her arms so I can pull it off. The second it clears her head, I toss it to the side. When I get a good look at her, I freeze, taking in every inch of her creamy skin. The perfect curves of her round breasts, the rosy-pink nipples that beg to be tasted. The nip of her waist that flows into shapely hips tempting me to leave my fingerprints.

It takes my brain a moment to register that her lacy panties are the same color blue as the jersey I stripped from her body.

“You are so goddamn exquisite, you know that?” I fist my hands to keep myself from throwing her on the bed and rutting her like a wild fucking animal.

Her answering smile is soft. Shy. She steps closer and reaches for me.

Heart stuttering, I pull her trembling hand up and kiss her palm. “Baby. You’re shaking.”

“Nervous. But the good kind of nervous.” She takes another step closer and places a reassuring kiss on my chest.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to confess that the only thing I’m nervous about is blowing my load too soon, like I’m fucking seventeen again. Ever since we had the safe sex talk at dinner the other night and decided that we could forgo condoms—she’s on the pill and we’ve both had recent clear blood tests—my cock’s been aching to take her bare.

I thread my hands into her hair and take her mouth in a deep, unhurried kiss. Her body melts into mine, and when we pull apart, breathless, I nudge her to the mattress. She lies on her back on top of the comforter, and I stretch out beside her, propped on one elbow. I use my free hand to trace each of her curves. Across her collarbone. Over the peaks of her breasts. Down the slope of her arms. Goose bumps erupt along every path I travel. And when my touch reaches the top of her panties, she sucks in a breath. I kiss her as I snake my hand inside the blue lace.

“You’re soaking wet, professor.” With a finger, I trace her slick skin, dipping in and out in teasing passes that make her gasp. When I lower my head and take one pert nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the stiff peak, she clasps the back of my head.

“Griff—”

“Mmm, they’re so perfect, baby.” I lavish attention on her other tit as I continue my exploration. She parts her legs wider, giving me access to slip my finger inside her slick opening and then glide it back to tease her clit.

With one last lick to her nipple, I trail kisses down her body, inhaling her scent with each press of my mouth.

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