Page 74 of Blindside Me
My eyes widen as I realize what he’s about to do. “Drew—” My voice cracks as his hands grip my hips, pressing me back against the wall.
“Shut up,” he growls, looking up at me with a heat that steals my breath. “Just shut up and let me eat this sweet-tasting cunt of yours.”
His fingers dig into the waistband of my leggings, tugging them to my thighs and baring me to the hot, greedy swipe of his tongue.
“Fuck—” I bite down on my wrist. We’re in public. Anyone could walk around the corner and see the team’s star defenseman sucking my clit like it’s the last water in the desert.
But I don’t stop him.
His teeth scrape the inside of my thigh, just enough to make me shiver, before his breath ghosts over my pussy. His hands clamp around my hips, holding me tight against the wall, leaving no chance to squirm or get away.
“Be a good girl and spread these thighs for me.”
“Drew,” I gasp, my fingers twisting in his sweat-damp hair, yanking, but I obey. “If we get caught?—”
He grins against me, wicked and relentless. “Then I hope they learn something.”
And then his mouth is on me.
Not just on me, in me. Drew’s tongue laps slow, filthy circles around my clit before spearing deep and fucking me with it like he’s got a point to prove. My hips jerk, grinding shamelessly against his face. He growls and holds me down, grip pressing tight. He slides one thick finger inside me and then two, crooking up in a way that makes my vision fuzz at the edges.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. His lips suck, his fingers pump, and every hot, slick drag of him against my cunt pushes me closer to the edge.
My head falls back against the wall with a thud. I press my hand against my mouth, stifling the sounds threatening to escape.
The danger of our location only heightens everything. Each sensation is sharper and more urgent. Drew works me with the same focus he brings to everything: methodical, relentless, and perfectionistic.
Then footsteps echo nearby. Voices. Someone approaches the weight area.
We both freeze. Drew’s eyes meet mine, wide with alarm that quickly morphs into something else. Defiance. Instead of stopping, he doubles down, his movements more determined than ever.
I bite down on my knuckles, my other hand still fisted in his hair. Want and panic collide as the voices draw closer, then veer off toward the cardio machines. The near miss sends a fresh surge of adrenaline through me, pushing me right to the edge.
His free hand snakes up under my sports bra, pinching my nipple until I choke on a moan. “Drew, fuck, I’m?—”
“Yeah?” His voice rasps against my soaked skin. “Gonna come all over my face, Trouble? Do it.”
I lose it. My thighs clamp around his ears as I come hard. My back arches off the wall, and I clamp my hand tighter over my mouth, muffling the sounds that tear from my throat.
For a moment, the world narrows to just this, Drew’s mouth still working me through the aftershocks, my legs trembling, and sweat cooling on my skin.
Then reality rushes back in. We’re in the gym. Where people could come in at any moment. What the actual fuck just happened?
Drew rises to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, but his expression is unreadable. I quickly tug my leggings back into place, my fingers fumbling with the waistband.
“At least your clit won’t be bruised.” Heated humor laces the edges of his tone.
A startled laugh escapes me. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
His lips take mine once more before he backs up enough to look me in the eyes. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what?”
“This.” He gestures between us. “Whatever this is. I don’t know how to fit it into my life.”
His honesty disarms me. I rest my hands on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath my palms. “Maybe you don’t have to fit it in,” I say softly. “Maybe it just … is.”
He closes his eyes like he’s trying to absorb my words. His forehead presses to mine one last time.
