Page 30 of Scoring Position

“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop,” I say as I stand to my full height, fisting her hair with one hand and gripping the base of my cock with the other. She opens for me, and I slowly feed her as much of my length as I can before hitting the back of her throat. When she gags, constricting around me, I almost lose it. But I somehow manage to keep my shit together long enough to pull back and take a breath, sinking all the way into her mouth again in one long stroke. This time, when she gags, I don’t let up, holding her head while steadily moving in and out.

“There you go, Sweets,” I say through clenched teeth. I already feel like I’m nearing the edge and I’ve barely even started—but I refuse to finish until she gets what she needs. “Relax and let me fuck this drooling little hole.” She obeys, letting her jaw fall slack as I thrust harder, loving the way she looks on herknees at my feet. My whole body hums with satisfaction as I get lost in the feel of her wet mouth sliding up and down my length, her eyes watering more every time my head bumps against her gag reflex. She’s sputtering the most obscene sounds I’ve ever heard, but her hands remain flat on my thighs, letting me know that she’s still comfortable with everything. I’m holding off a lot longer than I expected, but when I notice her shifting around—rubbing her thighs together for friction—I decide right then that I won’t be coming just yet.

“Put your hand inside your shorts and rub your cunt for me,” I demand, and like the good girl she is, she obeys immediately. She moans as soon as her fingers make contact with her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls, and I feel the movement in her body as her hips buck up to meet them. “That’s it, Lark,” I praise. “It’s all swollen, isn’t it? What a sweet, desperate little slut you are. Getting so turned on by me fucking your face that you have to touch yourself while you do it.”

“Mhmm,” she whines, her eyes squeezing shut as we both use her body to chase our releases. I can tell she’s getting close by the way her muscles are tightening, and I’m glad because I’m right there, too. But I don’t want her to come on her fingers.

I want her to come on mine.

“Hands on your thighs, Sweets,” I say abruptly, and she hesitates before doing as she’s told. Her eyes are pleading for the orgasm I just took away, and I almost feel bad for stopping her. “I promise I’ll make it all better. I need to come, though. Do you want it in your mouth?” She said she wanted to taste it, but she’s practically choking with the way I’m fucking her, so I want to make sure she hasn’t changed her mind.

She brings her eyes to mine, doing her best to nod, and that’s all it takes for me to explode. Electricity like I’ve never felt before zaps through my body, gathering in my core as thick spurts of cum paint her tongue. I continue thrusting with jerkymovements until I’ve given her every last drop, slowing my hips and pulling from her mouth as she swallows and sticks out her tongue to show me.

“Fuuuuuuuck,baby,” I say on a breathy laugh, hauling her to her feet and turning our bodies so her back is pressed against the shower wall. I grip her face, slanting my mouth over hers as I slowly lower my hand inside her soaked shorts and panties. I might be more nervous about this than I was about the blowjob, because if I’m shit at getting her off, that’ll be a huge problem.

As soon as the pad of my finger presses to her clit, she melts back, widening her stance so I can slide in further. I oblige, pushing past her entrance to the first knuckle as her slick, warm, wetness coats my skin. “How are you this turned on from sucking my dick?” I ask. “Look at you. Soaked and needy—this little clit so tight and hard. I could probably make you explode with just the lightest touch, huh? Like”—I pull out of her, brushing her arousal over the sensitive bundle of nerves and making it jump under my fingertip as a high-pitched whine leaves her lips—“that.”

“Please, Ace,” she pleads. “More.”

I groan, rubbing harder and faster. “There’s no way I could ever deny you when you beg so pretty. You’re going to be the first woman to ever come on these fingers, Lark. And I need you to look me in the eyes when you do. I need you to see that it’s me making you feel this way.” Part of me wishes I had stripped her down before I started so I could watch her wet skin flush as she neared the edge, but she was already aching so badly that my only concern was making her feel better. My cock is as hard as granite again already, and I swear cum just keeps flowing from the head as if it never stopped in the first place.

Fuck. This girl turns me inside out, and she doesn’t even realize it.

Remembering my research, I sink two fingers deep inside, curling them forward until I feel her G-spot pressed against them. Her knees buckle and I quickly band my arm around her waist, supporting her weight as her legs wobble violently.

“Oh my God,” she breathes. “I’m going to come. Please,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut.

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

“Look at me, or I’ll stop,” I growl, and she opens wide, her gaze locking onto mine as I smirk back at her like a cocky asshole. Having her literally in the palm of my hand like this is making me feel like a god among men right now. “Good girl, baby. Do me a favor and clench around my fingers, okay? Let’s get that cum out.”

She nods frantically as I continue stimulating her from the inside, and when her muscles squeeze tightly, I know she’s tipping over the edge. Her entire body goes rigid as she cries out, her hands shooting to my wrist and digging into my skin while she convulses with an intense orgasm. Her eyes fight to stay open, but when it becomes too much, she slams them shut, riding out the waves of pleasure that are flowing through her.

“Atta girl, Sweets,” I praise. “Fuck, you’re so tight when you come.” I get lightheaded at the thought of feeling her choke my dick while I pound into her, and suddenly I can’t think of another thing in this world I want more.

“Mmmm,” she hums as I slow my movements, lazily stroking her pussy as it softens around my fingers. Her muscles slowly relax, and she rests her head against the wall, inhaling deeply while she floats back down to earth. I lean in, trailing gentle kisses across her face and neck, licking the water from her soft skin and reveling in the way she tastes.

“Holy shit,” I whisper. So many firsts just happened for me, and the fact that I didn’t hesitate—not for a single second—speaks volumes about how different my feelings for Lark are compared to anyone I’ve ever met.

Her eyes flutter open, and for a moment, worry crosses over her expression. “Ace,” she says, her brows pulling in tightly as if she’s in pain. “Are you okay? I shouldn’t have?—”

I cup her cheek, pushing the pad of my thumb to her bottom lip to stop her. “I’mperfect. That was more than I could’ve ever imagined. Thank you.” I rest my forehead against hers and exhale a relieved breath. “Thank you.”

She sighs, nodding her head and kissing me this time. “Do you want to talk about anything? How’s your headspace? I hope I didn’t cross any lines.”

I huff a laugh. “No, Sweets. I wanted every bit of that. I feel indescribable right now. No negative feelings or regrets at all, other than not getting you naked.” I look down at her waterlogged clothes. “What possessed you to get in here like this, crazy girl?”

She smiles, grabbing the sides of her shorts and squeezing the fabric to wring it out as though we aren’t still under the shower stream. “Honestly, I have no idea. I saw you stroking yourself, and the only thought in my head was that I needed to feel you on my tongue. Nothing else mattered.”

“Did you like it?” I ask nervously. “Was I…good?” Vulnerability hits me like a bag of bricks as I stand there completely naked. My fingers clutch the material of her shirt as I lower my gaze to the floor, unable to look at her while she answers. I know she came, so that’s a weight off my shoulders, but she asked me to be rough and I don’t know if I did it the way she wanted. The need to be absolutely perfect for Lark is so overwhelming at this point that I don’t know what I’ll do if she says I wasn’t.

She places a gentle hand under my chin, lifting it so I’m looking at her. “It waseverything,” she says quietly, withnothing but sincerity in her eyes. “My ex—he wasn’t really into exploring new things, so after being turned down a few times, I stopped asking. But you gave me exactly what I wanted. It was the hottest experience of my life.”

“Thank fuck,” I reply, wrapping my arms around her. We stand there, just holding each other for a moment before she reaches back and takes the shampoo from the shelf, squeezing it into her hand and stretching up to smooth it over my hair. I can tell providing aftercare right now is important to her because she thinks I need it, so I don’t say anything as she works up a lather, lowering my head to give her better access. But honestly, I’m feeling happier than ever. Like I’m no longer some broken boy who fears physical intimacy. As stupid as it sounds, I feel like a man—one who acts on his urges when it comes to the girl he wants and gives her everything she deserves. There’s so much more I want to try with Lark, but I know we need to take it one step at a time. It won’t do either of us any favors to push things before we’re completely ready.

I ghost my fingers along her waist, enjoying the solemn moment while she massages my scalp, making me feel cherished and warm. Before the night she helped me bandage up my hip, it had been a long time since someone cared for me in such a gentle way. Sure, the team has trainers and doctors that we can see if we get injured, but that’s different. Lark doesn’t do it because it’s her job. She does it because it makes her feel good. Her ex-husband obviously dismissed her when they were together, and I refuse to do that. So, if this is what she needs right now, she can wash my hair until the shampoo runs out.

Pulling the detachable shower head down, she rinses me, rubbing the excess suds away as they slide down my body. Her soft hands feel so good against my hard muscles, and I inhale contentedly while she continues doting on me. When she’s finished, I take her face gently in my hands and press my lipsto hers. “Thank you. That was really nice. Can we get these wet clothes off now?”

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