Page 47 of Tempting the Goalie
I take off running and he chases me. It’s exhilarating. I run down a path past the tall trees. The only sounds I hear are the chirping of birds and the howling of coyotes in the distance. I head into the employee lounge where I know there is a lock on the door and a couch. There are also long tables with chairs set up in the room since our employees eat lunch in here.
He follows me inside. I lock the door. Luc pulls me flush to him and runs his hands over my behind. “I’ve wanted to touch your ass all day,” he says, his voice gravelly as he runs his hands over my ass and gives it a good squeeze. My fingers run through his hair as I stand on my tiptoes to reach him. “Hold on.” I wrap my arms around his neck. He guides my legs around his waist where my center is met with his very hard cock. We kiss as he walks us over to the couch and falls back. I run my hands overhis shoulders and then he starts to lift my T-shirt, so I raise my arms, giving him easy access. With my shirt off, I run my hands over the waistband of his shorts, trying to remove them.
“Someone is eager to get to the point.” He laughs while I pant like a horny fool.
I shift off him. “Strip.”
“You’re wish is my command, Isabelle.”
“You seriously like using my name against me,” I say to him as I remove my jean shorts and panties in one swoop.
“You have it all wrong. It’s not against you. I like seeing the fire light in your eyes. It turns you on, and that’s sexy as hell.” He gives my ass a good smack and I yelp but also moan. I’m dripping wet, and we’ve barely gotten started.
He throws his wifebeater on the couch and then sits on it. “I don’t want you or me to catch anything sitting naked on this thing.”
“That’s why I . . .” I was going to say love you, but I hold back. Even though he knows I love him, what we are doing involves a love completely different from our friendship. “It’s why you totally get me.” I’m kind of a germaphobe.
Luc smiles his eyes filled with lust. “Come have your way with me,” he says, leaning back, his abs on full display, and his cock hard against his abdomen.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I straddle him and realize we don’t have a condom with us. The deer in the headlights look I give him is transparent.
“Shit. I didn’t think to bring one,” he says.
“Me neither,” I reply. “But I’m clean and on birth control, which I take religiously.”
“I got myself tested after that night we…uh, hooked up,” he says. “I get myself tested regularly, but I wanted to make sure.”
“Are you saying we should have sex without a condom?” I ask.
He nods. “That’s what I’m saying, Isabelle. You’re on birth control and I’ve never had unprotected sex before. If there is anyone I trust in this world, it’s you.”
That’s all it takes for me to guide his cock inside me and seat myself on him. We groan from the feeling of being bare. Skin to skin. It feels more intimate, and I slowly rise up on his cock and rock back down. Luc’s gaze remains glued to mine as I move at a slow rhythm.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. This feels so different,” he groans as he shifts his hips and rocks inside me.
My breaths are erratic as I hold on to his strong shoulders. “So different,” I moan as I lean in and kiss him. At that moment all reason leaves the two of us as I fuck him senseless on the couch. We kiss and moan and together we fuck harder, trying to reach the climax that feels like it is waiting for us just over the horizon. I fall over the edge first, screaming out.
Luc places a hand over my mouth. “I don’t want to be murdered by one of your brothers in my sleep tonight.”
My breathing remains ragged and fast, as I try to tone done the noises that are leaving me involuntarily. When Luc falls over the edge, it’s like nothing I’ve experienced before. He fills me to the hilt with his cum, his cock expands as he drives inside me, grunting. We fall together into a cloud of ecstasy and when the dust settles, we are breathless and smiling like fools.
Luc holds on to me until we both catch our breath and then I slowly stand. Cum runs down my thighs.
“Fuck, that has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen besides filling your pretty pussy to the hilt right now,” he says.
“I love when you talk dirty.” I laugh.
I search around the dark room to see a sink with a roll of paper towel on the counter beside it. I waddle over and use the paper towel to clean myself up. Then I walk back to Luc and wipe off his cock.
“I could get used to this,” he says, and then he looks at me and I can tell what he is thinking. We’ve put off this talk long enough.
I reach down and put on my T-shirt since my bra didn’t have a chance to come off. I slip into my panties as Luc gets dressed beside me.
He takes a seat on the couch and pats the spot beside him. “We need to talk, Izzy.”
His tone is serious and my stomach dips.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
