Page 77 of Loving the Legend
I stare down at my erect nipples.
“Give me time—I’ll learn all of your spots.” He lifts my hand and brushes a kiss against the inside of my wrist, sending a tingle down my back into my toes.
Pits, nipples, wrists, bottoming…fuck. Who am I?
I reach for his erection, but he covers my hand.
“Turn to your side.”
I nod and turn my back to him. Angling my head back, I watch him pour lube over his shaft.
His dick glides between my thighs as he takes hold of my waist. “I love your ass,” he moans against my ear. “It’s so fucking perfect.”
I moan when he clasps the front of my neck, turns my face, and licks into my mouth.
I suck on his tongue and squeeze my thighs as he thrusts his hard length back and forth.
“You know how you like to be woken up with head?” I ask, releasing his tongue.
He grunts.
“I want to wake up with your cock inside of me.”
His eyes dim to dark orbs as his thrusts become jerky. “When?”
“Whenever you want.” Every cell in my body lights up at the idea of being woken up on Sid’s cock.
“Fuck, that’s…ungh.”
I shiver from his smoky grunts against my ear. His thrusts quicken, his pre-cum leaving a slick trail between my thighs. The velvet brush of his skin builds heat with every roll of his hips. I reach behind and clasp the globe of his ass, pressing him closer as I squeeze my thighs tighter, choking his dick.
“Mmm,” he moans as his breath becomes choppy. He anchors me against his chest and stills with a low grunt as his warm release fills the crook of my thighs. “Damn,” he pants, resting his forehead against my shoulder blades.
“It’s settled then, I wake you up with head whenever I want, and you wake me up with your cock whenever you want?”
He grunts. “Fuck yeah. What about head? Can I wake—”
“Yeah,” I rush out, making him grin.
We’re still in bed,wrapped up in each other, when he asks, “Are you coming to watch the game later?”
“Yeah. It’s my first All-Star game as a pro. And I guess seeing you play can’t hurt.”
“Uh-huh,” he says, grinning.
“How the fuck do I explain this hickey?”
“Just tell them I gave it to you,” he says, kissing it.
“Like they’d believe me. You’re a notorious ladies’ man.”
“Yet, if I could skip the game and stay right here with you, I would,” he says.
“Smooth. There’s no All-Star game without the Wonder Kid, Captain. I plan to earn a spot on the team next year. Give you real competition.”
“I look forward to it,” he says, sucking my earlobe. I close my eyes and savor the warmth of his mouth.
Hunger eventually forces us out of bed. We brush our teeth and head to the kitchen.
