Page 72 of Hometown Touchdown
He buries his face between my legs again, tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving me toward the edge with ruthless precision. The room spins. My skin prickles. My thighs tremble.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice low and dirty. “Let go for me, baby girl. Remind me how pretty you are when you come.”
It hits me like a storm—sudden, all-consuming. My body bows, a scream tearing from my throat as I come hard, legs locking around his shoulders. The pleasure tears through me in waves, sharp and endless. He groans against me like my orgasm is his, like he feels it in his own bones.
When I finally collapse, panting and boneless, he kisses the inside of my thigh. Once. Then again higher up, then between my breasts like he’s sealing something in place. He climbs over me, chest heaving, eyes wild.
“I’m not done,” he rasps, hand sliding down to stroke himself slow and deliberate. “It’s my turn.”
I grin, breathless. “Good.”
I sit up just enough to tug my bralette off and toss it aside, baring myself completely. His eyes darken the second he sees me, his gaze locked on my chest like it’s a prayer answered.
His hand works faster, his hips stuttering as he watches me drag my fingers across my skin. “Where do you want me, baby?”
“Come on my tits,” I whisper. “Please.”
The growl that rips from his chest is feral.
“Oh, fuck, Brynn…”
He kneels beside me, giving me full view of his face, his hand still stroking as he positions himself above me. I arch my back, pressing my breasts together, watching his face with wicked satisfaction.
“You look so fucking good like this. Tits out, waiting for my cum,” he pants.
“I want it, Knox,” I murmur. “I want tofeelit.”
His climax hits hard. Hot, thick ropes of cum across my chest, spilling over my skin in messy, perfect lines. He grunts through clenched teeth, eyes locked on mine like I’ve ruined him for anything else.
“God,” he pants, brushing a trembling hand over my skin, smearing some of it with his thumb. “Look at you covered in me. You’re a fuckingmessand I’ve never seen anything so perfect.”
I grin, flushed and breathless. He swipes his thumb through the cum on my chest one more time and he brings it to my lips. I open, my tongue wrapping around it, licking him clean.
He leans in to kiss me, slow and soft and a little dazed. “Don’t move.”
He shuffles off the bed, headed toward the bathroom. He returns with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning my chest.
When he finally collapses beside me, he pulls me into his arms, still breathing hard.
I curl into him, warm and satisfied and more his than I’ve ever been.
“Next time,” I whisper, lips brushing his ear, “I want to ride you so slow you forget your name.”
He sighs, arms tightening around me. “Brynn, I already have.”
Chapter thirty-seven
Knox
She’sstillhere.That’smy first thought when I open my eyes and see her curled against me, bare leg draped over mine, golden hair fanned out across my pillow. Brynn. In my bed. Breathing slow and soft, one arm flung across my chest, her fingers twitching in her sleep like she’s chasing something. I don’t move. I just stare at her, heart beating loud in my chest.
Her skin is warm against mine. She shifts a little, her thigh pressing closer, and I remember every second of last night. The make-out session that started with us standing and ended tangled in these sheets, naked and completely wrecked, both ofus gasping like we’d been waiting years to get our mouths back on each other.
We didn’t go all the way. But Jesus, I wanted to.
And judging by the way she moans softly now and burrows in closer, I don’t think she regrets a damn thing.
She blinks awake, lashes fluttering. Then her eyes find mine and a slow, satisfied smile curves her lips.
