Page 60 of Defending her Heart

He sinks one, then two fingers into me, and my knees buckle. He holds my body up by those two fingers, and I fall back againstthe wall. Nash curves his finger, scraping the wall of my pussy, and I clench around him.

“Don’t stop.” My hips thrust as I fuck his fingers. I’m on the cusp of an orgasm when he slips them out, and I protest at the emptiness.

Nash picks me up and sets me on the sink, then strips my jeans down to my ankles. I spread my legs as wide as I’m able, and he drops to his knees and devours me with his mouth.

“Oh my God, Nash. That feels so good.”

He sinks his fingers back inside me and his other hand grips my thigh, squeezing it so hard I’m sure I’ll have marks tomorrow. I pray I have marks tomorrow.

Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine Nash Humphries on his knees in a restaurant bathroom eating me to oblivion. I hold onto his hair as he licks me and drives his fingers deeper.

My thighs squeeze his head and my body convulses as I muffle my orgasm. He doesn’t relent and continues to lick, suck, and bite as I ride out the waves of my high. When I finally settle, he works my jeans back up my legs.

My eyes open and I stare at his hard cock straining against his zipper. “What about you?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

Yet he tracked me down in the bathroom anyway. I don’t think about the part of me that tingles knowing he doesn’t walk around prepared to fuck. I mean, I should know that since he hasn’t had sex in three-plus years.

Correction: in four days.

I hop off the sink and push against his chest. “We don’t need one for this.” Before he can protest, I unbuckle his belt and slide down his black slacks.

He’s hard and heavy in my hand. I lower to my knees and lick the underside of his giant cock.

“Kendall. You don’t have to—”

I suck him from tip to root, and he goes silent except for the low moans rumbling from his chest. I bob my head up and down, starting out slow, but my knees burn on the hard tile. We’ve already been in here long enough to cause a scene, so I quicken my pace and suck harder than I’ve ever sucked before.

“Fuck, Kendall. Shit. Holy fuck.” He pulls at my hair and the burn turns me on. I’ve never been into pain and leaving marks, but the thought of Nash marking me speeds me up even more.

I cup his balls with one hand and use the other to guide his cock that keeps swelling in size. Tears pool in my eyes and drool drips from the corner of my mouth, but I don’t stop, and I don’t slow down.

“You don’t have to...Fuck. I’m—”

I squeeze him tighter and he explodes, shooting warm ribbons of cum down the back of my throat. I swallow as fast as I can but he’s coming so hard that some spills from my lips. His loud, quick breaths are the only sound in the small bathroom. I lick the rest of his cum from my lips before giving his softening cock one last taste.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He grips my shoulders and pulls me to my feet, then slams his mouth against mine.

There’s something dirty and erotic about tasting each other, and I only imagine what other dirty things Nash can do to me.

Keeping things light—and dirty—between us, I pat his cheek lightly before stepping away from him. “Nice win tonight. On the field and in the bathroom.” I toss him a wink before I slip through the door.

Proud of myself for keeping it together, I head to the bar and order a cranberry vodka. Three on a school night is out of character, but the orgasm in the bathroom sobered me up a touch.

“Can I have water, please?” The deep timber of his voice and the smell of pine, soap, and my arousal fills the confined space as Nash leans across me to speak to the bartender.

“Sure thing. Great pick tonight. Thought for sure Dallas was gonna score with seconds left in the game.”

“Thanks.” Nash’s breath—which still smells of me—tickles my cheek.

Not wanting him to see how much he affects me, I tilt my head. “Why, it’s Nash Potato. Fancy seeing you here.”

His gaze dips to my neck then back to my face. I pick up my cranberry drink and take a sip. Not even the tart drink can wash away the taste of him in my mouth.

“If I’m NashPotato,you’re Gravy.”

“Gravy?” I raise a brow and sip again. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

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