Page 83 of Flagrant Foul
“I’m ready,” I say before long.
“Uh-uh, wait for it, baby. Hold still. I need to open you a little more.”
I grunt and bend my knees slightly, impaling myself deeper on his fingers, lust and base need making my actions clumsy and more jerky than usual. “Thought you said we had to hurry?”
Sev cups my jaw and turns my face toward his. Obsidian eyes search mine. “You think I’d ever do anything to hurt you?”
I shake my head, and maybe for the first time, I believe it. Not that he won’t hurt me physically. I’ve known thatall my life, but for the first time, I let myself imagine that my heart might be as safe with him as my body is.
“I’d never hurt you,” he murmurs, breath warm on my neck. “I’d rather die. I’d rather the entire team, management, and every single rink man catch us at it than put my dick in you one second before you’re ready to take it.”
I don’t know why that’s so hot, but it is.
My mind reels and drifts to a misty place where people see us together like this. Me naked, with Sev standing behind me. Me bent over, legs open, for him. I imagine looks of shock on a sea of faces. The way they’d flinch and blink. The way their eyes would spill down my body like hot oil. Cogs would turn slowly. Surprise, shock, and maybe even a little disgust would give way and be replaced by one thing and one thing only: envy.
Envy that Sev is holding my hip like I’m his. Envy that his fingers are buried deep inside me, stroking the exact part of me that makes my soul come unstuck. But most of all, envy that he’s mine.
I lean forward, hands still holding my cheeks apart, and open myself more. He fingers me powerfully and purposefully. I lean my face against the tiled wall in front of me and clamp my teeth on my bottom lip to smother my moans.
When he’s finally, finally convinced I’m ready, my sanity is hanging on by a thread. Nerves and excitement blend together, and the result is a wild, quivering thing. I’m so turned on and drenched in need that it’s soaked into my bones and turned them to mush.
Sev gets the lube again and this time spreads it on his dick. Deep, carnal parts of me relax. Parts I haven’t held open for him before. Parts that can’t be touched by fingers, tongues, or even dicks. Parts so deep inside me that I’ve never let anyone come close to them before.
“I’m going to be quick, okay, baby? I’m going to put it in, and I’m going to be as gentle as I can, but I’m going to fuck fast so we don’t get caught. It’s going to be intense. It’s going to make you want to scream, so I’m going to put my hand over your mouth so nobody hears us.”
Fortunately, Sev’s reflexes are fire too. They must be because he moves his hand fast enough to catch the rampant growl his words rattle out of me.
He penetrates me in a single, sure thrust. The kind of thrust that only happens when two bodies are familiar with each other. The kind of thrust that takes every good thing in the world, every good feeling, every powerful sensation, and forces it directly up my spine all the way to the base of my skull.
My mouth is wide open. A scream silenced by the meaty flesh of a palm. He pulls halfway out, and my legs almost give way at the mere threat of the loss of him. Fortunately, he’s right where I am. He needs this as much as I do. Wants this the way I want it.
His hips snap, and he forces himself into me as deeply as he can.
His pace is quick, the pleasure and intensity of it overwhelming. My senses are drowning. Nerve endings are firing. Water runs down my face and torso, trickling down my throbbing cock.
Sev slides his free hand around my body, running his hand up my slick belly, coming to a stop only when he reaches my left nipple. He takes possession of it like it’s his. Like it’s always been his.
“Jack it, Tee,” he grinds out. “Hard and fast. Hurry. I won’t stop till you come…I can’t.”
I tighten my hand on my shaft at the same time Sev rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It’s an overload of sensation. A torrent. A flood. My ass, my dick, my chest, overrun in the best possible way.
Before I come, I know what’s about to happen. I know what’s happening before it happens. In the quiet moment before climax hits, I enter a vacuum. A weightless void that gives me a second to prepare. And believeme, I need it, because I’m about to have the most devastating orgasm of my existence.
It lands like a crack of lightning, ripping through me at the speed of light. My balls pull up tight and my asshole convulses around Sev. A blinding streak of white and gold shoots up my ass, through every cell in my body, and out of my dick.
My entire being is alive with pleasure in its purest form, shaking me until I’m completely wrung out.
Sev doesn’t stop or slow down. He continues hard and fast, delivering such a thorough fucking that a distinctive wet slapping sound rings out each time our bodies collide.
At last, Sev’s stride stutters, breaking into shorter, spasmodic jerks rather than the smooth, deep thrusts he’s been treating me to. He moans loudly, fingers clawing at me, as he pumps a piping hot load into me.
By the time we’re dressed and ready to leave the arena, every ounce of tension has been drained from my body, but my mind is racing and my thoughts are jumbled. My legs are wobbly, and when I walk, my ass twitches from the aftershocks of what it’s just been through. It’s a tender reminder of what we did together, and when I look at Sev, there’s an easy closeness between us thatmakes me feel like I’m floating and grounded at the same time.
“What do you want to do for the rest of the day?” he asks as we get into the car.
My filter has been well and truly fucked out of me, so I don’t censor my answer. “I dunno. I was kind of thinking of lying on my bed with my head dangling off the edge and letting you fuck my throat all afternoon. I was thinking maybe we could work on getting that mark on the inside of me that I’ve been wanting. But you know me. I’m easygoing, so if you have a better plan, we can do that instead.”
I expect him to scoff and tell me I’m the furthest thing from easygoing imaginable, but he doesn’t.
