Page 94 of Play the Last Card

My thighs tighten around his hips.

“In the first, when I ran out of the pocket ten yards from the TD zone.” His teeth graze along my shoulder.

“Yeah?” I urge him on. He nips at my skin.

“I knew we were going to win. It would be tight but I knew. Their defensive wasn’t on their games—”

“You’re right about that. They were actually in shambles. Did you see … what?” I ask when he pulls his face out of my neck to smirk at me.

“Mm. Nothing.” He continues to run his big hands over my thighs. I love the feel of his hands. Rough and calloused. Big. They make me feel small. Precious. Breakable.

But only if he’s the one breaking me.

He sinks his fingers in the soft flesh of my thighs. “I knew we were going to get the win. So, I decided something. Right there in the end zone.”

“Oh?” I gasp when he grazes his teeth along my jaw, nipping at my skin gently as he blazes a path down to my pulse point.

“Want to know?” he asks.

I tilt my head a little and his lips latch onto my skin, just over my pulse. He sucks, marking me.

My heart pounds in my chest and my thighs become impossibly tight around his hips.

I want to roll my hips. I want friction. His tone, the way his lips are moving along my skin, he’s promising something and I want it. So badly.

He’s still waiting for my answer so I give him one. “Yes. Tell me.”

“I decided that for every touchdown I got tonight, I’d give you an orgasm to match.”

He thrusts upwards and I finally feel the hardness under me. Scott has me in such a trance, so distracted by the feel of him, that I didn’t notice his cock straining against the gray fabric of his sweats.

My mouth goes dry and I bite down on my bottom lip. I roll forward and this time, his hands slide further up under my sweatshirt to take hold of my waist. He guides me. Slowly rolling me over his hips. Slowly enough that I feel every single inch of his hard cock.

Fuck me.

“You want to know how many touchdowns I threw into the end zone tonight?” he asks.

I whimper as he rolls me against him again, taking control of my movements and slowing them down a torturous amount.

“Six, baby.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. My eyes close and his hands snake around my back and tug me closer to him. My nipples are hard and the friction against the fabric of my sweatshirt every time I brush against his chest is almost unbearable.

“Six?” I say breathlessly.

“Mhmm,” he agrees. “Six.”

A hand leaves my back. I follow the feel of his fingers as his hand snakes between our bodies and down. The tips trail lightly over my panties. Which are absolutely soaked. Ruined.

My back is too warm from the fire behind me and with him pressing me so close to his chest, I feel like I’m going to combust.

Everything is heightened.

His body is warm, the fire crackles behind us, and when he tugs my panties to the side and sinks two fingers inside me, I burn.

“Oh god.” I drop my head into the crook of his neck.

“I played a hell of a game tonight. Like I knew you were watching,” Scott murmurs into my ear. His fingers move in and out. A slow, controlled rhythm.

“I showed off for you.” He strokes and plays.

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