Page 73 of A Quarterback for Christmas

“Touch your clit,” I instruct.

Her mouth opens as though she wants to protest, but when she sees the fire burning behind my eyes, she doesn’t question it. She drops one of her hands from the strap and goes straight down to her center, letting her fingers dance across her pussy.

“Oh.” Yeah, she’s loving that, and I love watching her tease herself while I thrust into her tight little pussy.

Her body clenches around me. We’re both getting close, so instead of just holding her tits, I toy with her nipples, gently squeezing them between my fingers and pulling every now and again. Bella’s jaw slacks in surprise, and I lick the sweat on her neck, not stopping until I get to her earlobe and nibble.

“I want to watch you come undone, B. Come all over my cock.”

“Drew.” It’s all she gets out before she screams out in pleasure. Her body clenches, her hips thrust, and her wetness soaks me. It’s more than enough to make me come too.

Breathing heavy and sweaty as hell, we both stare at our slacked, naked bodies in the mirror. Still inside her, because I’m certain my cum will leak all over the gym floor if I try to get out, I pull the strap off her leg and guide her down to the floor.

Bella follows my lead as she recovers from her orgasm. I gently place her on all fours and give her hips a little squeeze before saying, “Stay like this for just a minute.” I gently pull out of her and grab my towel over the bench press so I can clean her up. Her spine curls at the caress, and I make sure to commit this moment to memory because I don’t think anything could be sexier than Bella like this. Under my control and willing to do anything.

Once I’ve finished cleaning both of us, I glance at the clock and see that it’s six thirty. Still too early for my roommates to be up but late enough that they might have woken up from Bella’s screaming. I move her panties back in place and find her sweatshirt and pants on the floor.

By the time I’ve brought them to her, Bella’s on her back, stretching with a satiated look across her face. Her hair’s a tangled mess, and her cheeks are flushed, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her happier.

Taking her ankles, I pull the pants up over her hips, bringing my body along with it. Lying above her, I can feel my cock twitch, ready for round two, and plant a small, soft kiss on her lips. Her hands grasp at my back, and I want to do this all over again, but the threat of one of my roommates walking in is becoming too real. So instead, I sit up, bringing her with me. Her legs are tangled around mine, and I offer her one more kiss. “Lift up.” I gesture to her arms, and she complies, so I can put the sweatshirt on. Disappointment runs thick through my blood as I cover up all of her perfect parts, but at least it’smysweatshirt, withmylast name covering them. Makes it easier for people to know she’s mine.

“Where are the guys?” she asks, suddenly aware of how this must look.

“They work out in the evenings and had a late night yesterday at the bar. They shouldn’t be down here for a while unless your screaming woke them up.”

She slaps my chest playfully before burying her face into it. “What can I say? That was incredible.”

I waffle my hand with hers and kiss the crown of her head. “Come on. We should get to my room before anyone finds us.”

Wrapping her legs around my waist, I carry her to the door and across the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I gently place Bella on the bed, and she leans back into the pillows, looking right at home.

“Do you want to take a shower before you sleep?”

Bella grasps by cheeks, pulling me down so I can kiss her again. “Only if you join me.” She smiles with her eyes closed, ready for a well-deserved nap. Damn, why did we spend so much time hating each other these last few years when we could have been doing this all along.

But then there’s a little voice in the back of my head, nagging at me.

What exactlyarewe doing?

We haven’t talked about this ill-fated attraction between us. All we’ve done is have sex. A lot of it. In secret. What does Bella actually want from me because I know I want more from her, but expecting anything from Bella without explicitly asking for it would lead to trouble.

Moving away, I sit next to Bella and tug at the strands of my hair, trying to think about the best way to phrase this.

“What’s wrong?” Bella rubs my bicep and offers me a lazy smile when I turn to look at her.

“What is this?” It’s clumsy and ill-fated, but she doesn’t recoil in disgust from the question. She just tilts her head to study me.

“Sleeping?”

I chuckle hesitantly and point between us. “No. I mean, what isthis? What are we doing?”

“You and me?” I nod.

She sits up, resting her back against the headrest, and sighs. “I don’t know.” Great start, but did I expect anything else from Bella?

“Do you have any ideas on what you might want this to be?”

Her body visibly stiffens, and her jaw clamps shut for a second. “Umm…no.” I hold back my disappointment because her reaction is just as I suspected. She makes a grand gesture by coming here and telling me how she feels, but the minute she’s had sex, and there’s a whiff of the word commitment, she runs cold.

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