Page 95 of Courtside

He took a long pull from his beer, watching how Sage’s eyes dropped to his throat as he swallowed.

He lowered the beer to rest on his thigh, unable to take his eyes from her.

He noticed her shifting her weight where she sat, how the movement pulled at the bare skin of her stomach. The flush from her cheeks trailed down her neck and onto her chest, the skin pink and practically glowing in the golden light.

His heartbeat seemed to grow louder, the thumping sensation spreading from his chest up into his throat and down into his abdomen. Anticipation, the culmination of months of denying the way his body demanded the woman in front of him, had his cock twitching against his thigh.

He was so tired of waiting.

Sage cleared her throat. “Um,” she began, and while her voice had the slightest tremble, her eyes held his gaze, green and bright and burning. “Is there a reason that we’re not…you know…” She trailed off, waving her hand back and forth between them.

He immediately knew what she was asking.

Relief was instantaneously replaced by a raging, torrential need to touch her. He could finally loosen the hold on himself, let his body do what it had wanted to do for months now.

“Thank god,” he said with a ragged laugh, setting down his beer and reaching for her. “Come here.”

There was a sudden flurry of movement, legs and arms and the cushions dipping and then suddenly Sage Forgety was in his lap again. Her strong thighs bracketed his hips, her weight settling on him, and then her mouth was on his.

Sage kissed him like she knew exactly what she wanted. Their lips slotted together, her plump bottom lip trapped between his, andfuck, somehow it was even better than he’d remembered. Even better than the kiss in his doorway that had played over and over in his head.

Her body softened against his as he hardened beneath her. She tasted like peaches, and beeswax and mint from the chapstick she wore, and he pressed his tongue forward, groaning as she opened for him.

But her tongue was there and ready, immediately tangling with his. He tried to slow down, to let their bodies move slowly together as they eased over this final barrier between them. He wanted to savor this moment, when Sage became his in a way that he’d only imagined.

“Is this okay,” he asked, resting his hands on her ass.

Sage hummed in response, and then they were kissing again, only this time David used his grip on her to pull her hips toward him, fitting her snuggly over the front of his jeans where his cock strained against the fabric.

David drank down her moan as her center met him, and he felt her long fingers reach up and tangle in his hair, tugging and pulling, using her hold on him to find a rhythm, rolling her hips against him.

His body was on fire. Energy hummed through him, his muscles straining with everything he wanted to do with her —toher. Every brush of her core against him — even through their clothing — had him closer to detonating, to coming in his pants like a goddamn teenager.

One of his hands slipped up her back, meeting nothing but soft, bare skin. “Is this okay,” he whispered, dropping his mouth to her jaw, where he kissed and licked and, carefully, nipped with his teeth.

Suddenly he was wrenched away. Sage gripped his face between her hands, and she glared at him with a combination of heat and annoyance. He noticed, with satisfaction, that her lips were already swollen and red from his attention. “Remember when I told you to treat me however you want?”

David swallowed. “Yeah, Lefty. I remember.”

“Then stop being so fucking polite,” she commanded, bringing their faces together so that their foreheads barely touched. “I want you.”

Maybe it was what David had been waiting for — confirmation that she was as ravenous for him as he was for her. Her body communicated the same thing: flushed skin, shallow, panting breaths, green eyes taking on the dazed look of someone driven by insatiable want.

And so he stopped holding back. He let go completely, a low sound rumbling from his chest as his thumbs brushed over her nipples. He decided then that he lived for the little hitches of her breath when he touched her.

Her hips continued to work against him, but he could tell that it wasn’t enough. That even though her body and his cock were meeting, she needed more.

And it was his goddamn job to give it to her.

In one move, he shifted Sage so that she was straddling one of his thighs. Immediately she responded with a gasped “Fuck,” and a shiver went through her entire body as her center met his broad leg. Maintaining his tight grip on her hips, he guided her to resume the rolling rhythm of forward and down, then back. Forward and down, then back.

Each roll forward elicited a desperate whimper. She tossed her head back, revealing her long neck and closed eyes as she took from him. He’d never been so happy to provide, fucking euphoric at the idea that she was using his body however she pleased.

“Oh, fuck, David,” she gasped.

Leaning forward, he drew one of her tight nipples into his mouth, sucking at her through the thin fabric of her shirt. He felt her shudder against him, and David doubled his effort, sucking and licking, alternating between breasts as he felt her rhythm begin to falter.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you, Lefty?” He almost didn’t recognize the rough voice as his own, but once the words started, he couldn’t stop them. “Fuck, you beautiful girl. Look at you.” He scraped her nipple with his teeth, never taking his eyes from her flushed face. “Never seen something so good. You’re going to come on my leg and it’ll be the prettiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”

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