Page 14 of That One Night

“Don’t play with me,” he growls, his hand tightening in my hair. “Show me what that mouth can do. Own me, baby girl. Take me deep.”

I happily comply, relaxing as I swallow him, feeling him there at the back of my throat. I suck, not caring that I’m making slurping noises.

“You feel amazing,” he croons, his hand gentle in my hair.

And he tastes amazing, smells amazing. I’m drowning in him. His cologne must be a body wash because he smells that good everywhere. It lingers on his skin. His scent alone is making me hornier. It’s warm and luxurious, woodsy, and so masculine.

God, this scent is my catnip.

My pussynip, comes the stupid thought. And now I’m snorting around his perfect cock, choking myself as I laugh at my own joke.

He stiffens, pulling my hair gently. “Hey—are youlaughing?”

I pop off him, eyes watering as I shake my head, biting my lip.

But he can read me so well already. With a growl, he snatches me by the shoulders and drags me up his body, rolling us until he’s back between the cradle of my legs. “You think something’s funny?”

“No—” I shake my head, gasping as he grabs my thighs, spreading me wide.

His eyes are molten, the hazel all but swallowed by the black of his pupils. He rocks against me, his cock slick with my saliva as it slides over my slippery clit. God, I’m so wet for him.

We both groan. I fight a shiver, moving my leg to give me the right angle on friction as he grinds against me.

“Care to share with the team why you were laughing with your mouth on my dick?” he says, his voice dangerously low. “I think I need to fuck that mouth harder. Shove down your throat until you gag.”

I shake my head, core fluttering at his words. “No—I mean,yes,” I add with a vixen’s grin. “But no. I was just…god, you just smell so fucking good,” I admit on a breathy sigh.

He chuckles, dropping his nose to my neck as he breathes me in. “You do too, baby.”

“No, like youreallysmell good,” I say. “It clings to every inch of your skin and it’s turning me on so much. I feel…ravenous. In my head I said it was like my catnip.”

He hums his agreement, his tongue tracing up my neck to nip me earlobe. At the same time, his hand snakes between us and he shoves two thick fingers inside my cunt. “More like your pussynip,” he murmurs with his own laugh, and I swear to all the gods, I’ve just fallen in love with this man.

I still beneath him, seeking out his gaze. He meets me. His lips are parted, glistening with my kisses. “Whoareyou?” I whisper.

He stills too. “Wait…for real? Is the game over? Are we sharing names and tragic backstories now?”

I shake my head, one leg wrapping around him until my heel is digging into his ass. “Please don’t stop,” I whisper. “I need you. Please. Need to feel you. Need you in me.”

He sinks back over me. “Oh baby, I’ll never stop,” he soothes. “You’remine. All fucking mine.” He rocks against me, lifting my leg to get the right angle as he presses in with the tip of his cock.

I’m so ready to feel him fill me up. I want him touching every part of me inside and out, body and soul. Even if all we have is tonight, I know I’ll never unhook this man from my essence. I know he feels it too.

But then he stills. “Shit—baby—fuck—” He pulls away with an almost painful whimper.

I gasp, reaching for him. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

7

Cue the fire and brimstone—the world is officially ending. Jake Compton doesn’t have a condom. I scramble off her, my dick literally screaming in pain. I was right. Fucking. There. The tip was in! For the first time in my life, I was about to ride a girl bare. I was so caught up in the moment, in her, in this crazy weird magic between us, that I seriously almost crossed that line.

I can hear the voice of every coach and team nurse I’ve ever had screaming in my head.Are you crazy, Compton? Safety first! Always safety first!

She sits up as I drop to one knee, scrambling to tug my wallet from the back pocket of my discarded jeans. But I know what I’m gonna find. Zippo. Nada. Zilch. I check anyway.

“Do you have one?”

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