Page 33 of Personal Foul
“No. That’s my job. You sit and wait.”
His eyes widen slightly, the edge of his lip curls up before rubbing his lips together. I think it’s safe to say he’s enjoying how I’ve turned the tables and am now calling the shots.
Yeah, my plan is working like a charm.
Stepping between his legs, my fingers slip into the waistband of his pants, reaching for the buckle of his belt. His eyes turn darker as he peers up at me under his long eyelashes, making my knees weak.
“Why didn’t you wear this to the game?”
“I ended up buying it after,” I say. He nods his head. “I will next time, though.”
“You may want to hold off for a few games. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get the sight of you bending over for me out of my head. It’s not going to help my focus while I play.”
“Well, seeing how you played tonight, something tells me you’ll be fine.”
He smirks. The way his lip curls with his smile, I give into the urge to kiss him.
“I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get the sight of you wearing a suit out of my mind anytime soon, either. I liked seeing you in your uniform tonight, but this suit…” I trail off, not finishing the words as I focus on unbuttoning his dress shirt. Running my fingers across his chest over his shoulders, I help him shrug out of his clothes.
His stomach muscles flex when I kiss a line down to the smattering of hair leading to his growing cock. Rubbing my palm roughly over the front of his pants, he whispers, “shit,” beneath his breath.
This time, when I kneel in front of him, I notice the way he grits his teeth, his jaw clenched. He’s fighting off the need to take control, but when I lower his zipper and wrap my hand around him, he exhales harshly, letting all the pent-up tension deflate out of him. He squeezes his eyes shut when I drag my hand over him, pumping him fast then slow.
A bead of precum leaks from the tip, inviting me to lean forward, swiping my tongue over the head, and he lets out a strangled moan.
His perfectly crafted exterior is cracking right before me, and damn if I don’t love watching him crumble.
Bending forward, I suck him deep into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit. Right there.”
My eyes dart over to where his hands fist my comforter, the muscles in his forearms bulging as he lets me continue to take control. His hips start to rock slightly, and I know he’s close.
Tightening my lips around him, I suck him harder, swirling my tongue around his head, guiding my hand and my mouth in perfect unison. He gives in then, using his hands to grab my hair, holding me to him as he utters his pleas, urging me on by telling me he’s about to cum.
With one more swipe of my tongue, he pulls me off him.
“I want to feel you around me. I need to be inside you when I cum.”
He helps me to stand, guiding me to lie on the edge of the bed and makes quick work of helping me out of my panties while he kicks off his pants. When I reach for the hem of his jersey, he stops me, shaking his head.
“No,” he commands. “Keep it on.”
With one hand gripping the back of my thighs, he folds my body until my knees press against my chest, then rubs the head of his cock over my clit.
“Colson,” I moan. The moment he enters me, he tilts his head back and groans.
“Nothing in my life has ever felt as good as being inside you.”
Reaching for my hand, he laces our fingers together as he uses the other to brush over my clit, the move causing both of us to groan as I tighten around him.
“Shit, baby, I’m about to cum already. I need you with me.”
Reaching my hand down between us, I rub the pad of my finger over my clit. Fire blazes in his eyes, watching me touch myself as he struggles to hold himself on the edge until I’m with him.
My legs tremble, shutting my eyes as we both chase our release.
“Fuck, you’re getting tighter,” he moans. “I can’t…” He trails off, as he pumps once, twice before throwing his head back, falling over the edge. The sound of his voice mixed with the hard thrusts sends me crashing with him.
He collapses on my chest, my legs and arms wrapping around him, holding him to me.
“That was one hell of a greeting, babe.”
