Page 35 of The Comeback

He barges through the door and kicks it shut behind him, yanking his shirt over his head with one hand while holding me with the other. Holy shit. I’m not sure why I avoided athletes before this. A little voice in the back of my head says it’s because any others reminded me of him, but I shove that intrusive thought down. That’s not what this is about. This is to satisfy our lust pure and simple. That’ll get rid of all those other thoughts that keep popping up, right? Not to mention provide me with some much needed release. It’s been six months since Connor and I broke up, and I’m way not comfortable enough to pick up some rando at a bar.

All the thoughts vanish when his fingers grasp the hem of my sweater and his eyes flick to mine with a question. Warmth spreads through me when I close my hands around his to help him pull it up and off over my head leaving my pale pink, lightly padded t shirt bra on display. Had I known this was the way my night would be ending I might have worn something a little more sexy, but there it is. It’s coming off anyway.

“I need to see you.” Right. I arch toward him and reach for the clasp in the back but he beats me to it, releasing it with a quick snap.

“You’re good at that.” That wasn’t awkward at all. As if I need reminding of all the other girls he’s slept with at this particular time.

None of it matters when he slips the satiny straps down my arms. The air cools my already taut nipples into almost painful buds and he looks at them with eyes full of admiration.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Fab. I could never have imagined…” Wait has he been imagining me like I’ve been him? Whatever dreams I had though don’t even compare when his massive hands close over me. His thumbs circle my nipples, sending spikes of lust straight to my already damp center. He continues to circle and toy with my left breast while his mouth descends to on my right. His tongue rasps across it and I tangle a hand in his hair to keep him latched on while I fumble with the button on his jeans. I manage to pop it open while squirming and squeezing my thighs together at the sensation of him alternating between each breast with his hand and his mouth.

My greedy hand finally reaches his hard length straining against the cotton of his purple boxer briefs. I love how it twitches under my touch. He’s not the only one with power in this situation. He wants me just as bad as I want him.

Cold air sends a shiver through my body when it hits my painfully hard nipples as he pulls back and yanks my stretchy jeans down in one swift movement. Unfortunately they’re a little tight around the ankles, so I giggle and slide back on the bed to help him get them off. When I do, the red creases my waistband left behind in my soft tummy catch my eye and I fold my hands over them suddenly self conscious in the face of all his athletic perfection.

“Don’t. Don’t cover up. You’re fucking beautiful and I can’t wait to get my mouth all over you.” I take a deep breath and drop my arms away.

He bends down dropping a line of soft kisses across every inch of my stomach. Each pass brings him closer and closer to my damp core. He flips me over on the bed to finish the line, but stops abruptly.

“Are you a bad bitch, Abby?” He looks up at me under the flop of his dark hair with a smirk.

“What?” Has the lust scrambled my brain? What’s he talking about?

My ass jiggles under his soft slap and man does that do it for me.

“It says so right here.” The cotton panties are jerked down my legs and then dangled in front of my burning face.

“I…I forgot they said that. I don’t check out my butt too often.”

“Well you should. It’s fucking fantastic. I could stare at it all day.” He punctuates the words with a sharp squeeze of said ass.

“Maybe I am. You should probably give me just a little punishment. You know just in case.”

“Really?” he asks, but that’s all the invitation he needs. He gives each cheek another quick slap that has me moaning at the slight sting. “You like that, do you? We might have to explore that further, but for now. I need this.”

A long finger swipes along my seam before he flips me over again. I’m going to get dizzy at this point. Not that I’m not already. Dizzy with lust, with need, with desperation to feel him inside me.

“I need these too.”

One hand goes back to my breasts while his mouth lowers between my legs. I tense up for a moment just before he makes contact. His eyes flick up from under his dark fringe as he pauses. “Is this ok?”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to.”

That crease of confusion forms between his dark brows. “I know I don’t have to.” I start wiggling to pull away. God this embarrassing. Both hands drop to my thighs in a firm grip that’s possessive but not painful. “I’m dying for a taste of this sweetness.”

He’s gotta be messing with me. Guys don’t actually enjoy doing this. “But I thought…”

A steely flash hardens his face. “You though what?”

“Connor said…I mean…he wasn’t really into it.” My words trail off in a shamed whisper.

I’m almost afraid of the dark look that appears in his eyes. “I knew there was something wrong with that guy. I’ve been dreaming about this since that day you walked into my room.” His mess of dark hair falls over his forehead as he dips his head before flicking his gaze up to me again seeking permission. “May I?”

He only lifts an eyebrow when I nod. Right words. “Yes.”

Before I’ve finished my second more emphatic nod he dives between my thighs. All thoughts of embarrassment vanish the moment his tongue swipes at my core. The heat drags from my slit up to tease around the edges of the bundle of nerves sending messages of ecstasy zinging through my entire body. My thighs fall wider apart and a soft moan escapes me.

A long finger joins his mouth playing at my entrance. It slides in just enough to tease and his tongue swirls around my clit lapping at it as if he needs to taste every part of me. My hips buck up trying to bring him in further and I let out a little mewl of protest when he pulls away.

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