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“Not yet,” JJ says, stroking himself, the swollen head glistening from his pre-cum, and I ball my hands into fists. “See how hard you make me?”
“JJ, please. I need you inside me.”
He bites his lip, gripping himself. “Oh fuck, Mar,” he chokes out, his control starting to wane. JJ tears open a condom, rollingit on before looking up at me, his eyes hazy with lust. “You okay?”
“Fuck me, please,” I say, and he laughs, shaking his head.
“What have I told you about the word please?”
I grin, knowing full well how he feels about it. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Roll over, and get your ass up, face down, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck the word out of you.”
Oh hell yes.I roll onto my knees holding my ass in the air as JJ’s hands find the curves of my hips, and my head drops as he starts to push in, the full feeling threatening to overwhelm my senses, but then JJ thrusts deeply, a low moan slipping from him. I look over my shoulder to see his eyes shut in ecstasy as he shifts his hips back, pushing into me again, this time harder than before, picking up the pace with his next, and I grab the comforter, pushing back to meet him halfway.
“You feel so good. A perfect fit for me.”
As much as I love seeing the look on his face when we’re fucking, there is something so primal about JJ taking me from behind.
“Don’t stop,” I say, breathless as I rock back in time with JJ, focusing on how good it feels. I moan as he grabs my ass, and JJ chuckles, his fingers kneading the muscle.
“You like that?” he asks, and I nod. Without missing a beat, JJ reaches between my legs to rub my clit, catching me by surprise and I fall forward onto my elbows, a continuous moan rolling off my tongue as he quite literally fucks the word out of me. “There you go, baby. I want to hear you,” he says, grunting as his strokes become erratic, and I’d give anything for a mirror right now to watch. I can only imagine how powerful JJ looks, taking me from behind.
“Right there,” I gasp, hovering on the brink.
“You’re going to make me come,” he says, driving forward as he fingers my clit, causing sensation overload when another orgasm tears through my body. JJ doesn’t stop, and every feeling is heightened as I clench the sheets, holding on for dear life. He thrusts one last time, his cock twitching deep inside of me as he comes with a groan.
I slump into the sheets, my entire body spent from how long JJ edged my first orgasm and the intensity of my second. “You’re going to have to help me to the bathroom,” I say, lifting my head to look at JJ who looks about as tired as I do as he pants.
“Happy to,” he says, giving me the sweetest smile. He sits up, disappearing into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and returning quickly. Instead of helping me up, JJ lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom to set me on the toilet.
JJ disappears again, and I hear the sound of the tub turning on instead of the shower like I expected. He’s pouring a ridiculous amount of soap into the large tub when I find him, and I have a feeling this is the first time JJ’s ever tried to make a bubble bath.
I hover, leaning against the wall for a minute to watch before he notices me. “Sorry, I saw it, and I thought it would be more relaxing than a shower,” JJ says, his cheeks flushing as he rubs the back of his neck.
“Don’t apologize,” I say, walking closer to him. “It’s sweet. Thank you.”
JJ cups my face, leaning down to kiss me. “Merry Christmas, Marley.”
“Happy birthday, JJ.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
JJ
“DUDE, AS MUCH as it sucks we didn’t win the championship, I’m glad your brother did. I think it softens the blow Hunter didn’t win the Heisman,” Asher says, sprawled out on the girls’ couch as he flips through the movies on a streaming service.
I roll my eyes, not wanting to burst Asher’s bubble. Hunter was relieved he didn’t win the award. He said that if he won as a sophomore, it would mean taking it away from a senior who had worked their entire college career for the award when he still had two more years to grow as a player. If anything, it makes me respect Hunt even more.
There’s no doubting how much he cares about the game as a whole, because I can’t think of many players who would be relieved that someone else won the biggest award in college football.
“We didn’t even make it to playoffs,” I remind him, and he scoffs.
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”
I look up from my homework to raise my eyebrows at him. “Except it’s not.”
“Well, it’s what I meant,” he says, and his eyes widen. “Holy shit, your professors actually assigned you homework the first week back?”
