Page 85 of Blindside Me
I switch to the other nipple, flicking it with my tongue until she’s squirming against me. Her hips grind into mine, and I can feel how wet she is through her jeans. It’s fucking torture.
“Off,” I demand, tugging at her waistband.
She doesn’t argue. She shimmies out of her jeans and panties in one smooth motion, and then she’s naked except for that damn shirt. It’s obscene, the way it hangs off her shoulders, barely covering her tits.
I strip out of my jeans in record time, my cock springing free, thick and throbbing. She bites her lip when she sees it, her eyes darkening with need.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, spreading her legs wider.
I don’t need to be told twice. As soon as I don the condom, I slide into her in one smooth thrust, and fuck, she’s so tight, so warm, so wet. Her walls clamp around me like a vise, and I have to stop for a second to keep from embarrassing myself right then and there.
“Fuck, you’re tight. I need to savor you for a second.”
“You’re bigger than my ex. I’m not used to this size.”
I let out a low, steady growl. Nothing better strokes a man’s ego than the words “bigger than my ex.”
“You’re so damn hot.”
“Then move,” she begs, her nails digging into my back.
I do. I fuck her hard and fast, every thrust driving her deeper into the stacks of papers. She’s so fucking loud, moans and whimpers spilling from her lips like a goddamn symphony.
“You feel so good,” I groan, my hips slamming into hers. “So fucking good.”
Her hands are everywhere, my chest, my ass, pulling me closer, deeper. She’s so freaking close. I feel it in the way the small spasms clutch around my cock.
She whimpers.
“You like this? You like my big cock filling you up?” When she nods, I continue, “Then be a good girl and come for me.”
That does it.
She comes hard. Her body trembles around me as her pussy clamps down on my cock like she wants to milk every last drop out of me.
I can’t hold back anymore. I bury myself deep inside her and come with a roar, my whole body shaking as I empty myself into her.
When it’s over, we’re both panting, sweaty, and wrecked. Her legs are still wrapped around me, and I don’t have the strength or the willpower to pull out just yet.
“You undid me,” I whisper, my voice rough.
She smiles up at me, her fingers tracing my jaw. “Maybe that’s exactly what you needed.”
And fuck if she isn’t right.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Jade
“Why haven’t you told me about this place before now?” Callie eyes the opening to Captain’s Cup like it’s the Second Coming. I swear if she dropped to her knees and started worshipping the door, I wouldn’t be surprised.
“We haven’t hung out enough, I guess.” That’s not a lie. Between classes and the arena, my social life is basically a rumor.
She gives me a coy look. “Hmm, I feel a certain hockey player has something to do with that.”
I direct my attention to the sign painted on the door, a cartoon sea captain, all beard and bravado. What does that have to do with Wildcats? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.” She laughs as I push open the door. The smell inside is a punch of caffeine and sugar, and honestly, after this week, I need both.
