Page 113 of A Quarterback for Christmas

Slamming me against the walk-in closet, Drew takes hold of my hands, pushing them above my head before nipping at my shoulder. “Drew,” I drawl out, moving my head to the side to give him better access. His lips move across my skin until they get to the nape of my neck and then up to my jaw line.

The hand not holding my wrists moves to my chest, pinching my nipple through my jersey and after kissing me on the lips, he pulls away with a smile on his face. “No bra? How come this is the first time tonight I’m realizing this?”

He nips at my bottom lip as I squirm under his hold, trying to get any ounce of pleasure he’s willing to give. “Didn’t want to disturb your game.” It’s a taunt, but he’s used to my attitude at this point.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“I didn’t to be the reason you lost.”

“Well, you weren’t. I played like ass today, and maybe knowing I had easy access to my girlfriend’s boobs would have made that fact a little better.”

I roll my eyes before he sinks to his knees. “Drew? There’s Christmas dinner waiting for you downstairs.”

“And it’s one am. The only thing I want to eat is you.”

Without another word, he pulls my jeans off my body and flicks my thong to the side. I have no time to prepare for his lips wrapping around my clit and droving me to close my eyes.

His tongue is relentless, a fact I learned back in college, and Drew never lets me forget.

“So. Fucking. Good.” Drew speaks between licks. His tongue rolling my clit in just the right way. “Your pussy is a fucking delicacy.”

I gasp when he pushes two fingers inside me, filling me up and making me so dizzy that I have to thread my hands through his hair to stay up.

“Drew,” I try to say his name, but it comes out breathless and wanton. When I look down, I realize he hasn’t heard me because he’s completely concentrated on my pussy.

Tingles of pleasure spike through my core, and as I try to regain my balance, I look up only to see myself reflected in the mirror in front of me.

All I see is Drew’s muscular back, hidden by his white T-shirt as he fervently eats me out. It’s hot and I feel so powerful in the moment. To have someone like him on his knees for me, focused solely on giving me pleasure drives the impending orgasm to peak.

Even though there are waves of pleasure crashing through me, Drew doesn’t let up. His mouth stays clamped around my center, his tongue flat across my clit as he lets me ride out the pleasure across his face.

By the time the orgasm has passed, my eyes are closed, and I feel limp against the closet door. He kisses up my body, across the fabric of the jersey I still have on, until he gets to my lips. Then he leaves a lingering kiss between us.

I say his name quietly, barely able to function because I’m exhausted. Game day has always been more tiring than the rest,but Drew is adamant we finish the day with something good, whether he win or lose.

Today was a tough loss, which he clearly wants to make up for.

“Don’t talk,” he grits, digging his fingers into my wrists, and firmly holding me in place as I assume he realizes I can’t. “Just let me feel you.” He hikes my legs up higher and pushes his gray sweats down, just enough to free his hard length.

Without another word, he slams into me so hard that there’s a jolt of pain before the pleasure takes over. I cry out, my body clamping around him as I go along for the ride. I get it. Losing sucks. Especially when you have to play on Christmas day, but I have no idea how he still has the energy to do this.

His hand finds my clit again and circles it with his fingers as he thrusts into me a little faster. I didn’t think it was possible to come again, but the prickles of pressure building in my center tells me otherwise.

“Keep going,” I cry, pressing my nails into his back and throwing my head back.

“Watch us, Bella,” he commands, and I immediately open my eyes and focus on the mirror in front. My legs are wrapped around Drew as his wide thighs thrust into mine, his firm ass on display. I reach down and dig my nails into each of his ass cheeks, knowing I’ll leave a mark. Good. He’s mine now and forever, even if he’s not aware of it yet.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long,” he says through ragged breaths, his fingers working my clit harder. I know what he wants, I’m just not sure I can get there again so fast.

His lips clamp against my neck as his body moves faster. I’m mesmerized by the sight in front of me.

“Do you like that, B? Watching me fuck you like this?” His breath is hot against my skin, only adding to the pleasure. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. I love feeling it squeeze my cock.”

His fingers roll my clit, causing my hips to jut forward.

“Oh, just like that. You’re so fucking hot when you’re full of me.”

I can’t catch my breath, the feeling is becoming too real now. He’s worked me up, and I’m so close it hurts.

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