Page 104 of Revolve
“Are you out?” she asks softly.
Indignation bleeds into my words. “Yeah, those refs hate me.”
“I’m sorry. I know how much this game means to you.”
Not as much as you do.“I’m used to it.”
She pulls away, and the trace of blood that transferred onto her fair skin forces my hand to wipe it away. She smiles before rising on her tiptoes to kiss me. The dull throb of the cut fades into nothingness as her lips find mine. I’m holding back, and she knows it. Her hands roam over every inch of my bare skin, tempting me to take over like she knows I would. The rough scrape of her nails as she drags them along my scalp and down to the nape of my neck sends a spark up my spine. There’s not one part of my body that isn’t focused on her every move.
“Sierra,” I warn.
She ignores me like I expect, pulling away, as she kisses just to the side of the cut, then lower to my neck, sliding down my body, pressing her hips into me as she goes, trailing all the way down until she drops to her knees.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to make you feel better. You played a good game, so you deserve a reward,” she says. “Can I touch you, Dylan?”
I don’t think anyone’s ever asked permission before. “You can always touch me,” I say. “I’m all yours.”
Sierra shakes her head as she steps closer. “I’m talking about right now. You can say no.”
Fuck. “Yes, you can touch me. Touch me however you like.”
“I think,” she says, “I want to touch you how you like.”
My heart stutters. She’s in my jersey, on her knees in the locker room, asking to make me feel better. There’s so much I want to do right now, but with the blood on my skin, I pull myself out of the heady rush. Of course, my dick doesn’t get the memo, and Sierra notices.
She smirks like I expect, then she gives a tentative lick above the waistband of my boxers.Oh fuck.Sierra pushes me so my back is against one of the lockers, and rubs me through my boxers.
I’m about to stop her again, but she gives me a look that tells me to shut up.
“Your heart’s beating fast,” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I breathe, looking down at her. “I wonder why.”
There’s a faint smear of red on her hands as she slides them down my navel. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Maybe that’s fucked up, but I can’t think straight when it comes to Sierra Romanova.
She chuckles quietly as she looks up at me. “Didn’t think you’d be so passive while getting a blow job.”
This is something out of my fantasies, and I’m afraid if I watch her touch me, she’ll disappear, or I’ll pass out. She pulls the elastic of my boxers and my dick springs out, already at full mast, curving upward. Her green eyes go wide, and I bite back a groan.
When she wraps her fist tightly around my shaft, I feel the pressure build, and every ounce of blood shoots straight to my cock.Sierra doesn’t take her eyes off me as she licks a bead of precome. Like I’m not on the verge of grabbing a fistful of her hair and fucking her mouth like I want to. I know then that she’s going to regret making that passive comment.
“This is what you want?” I rasp. “Want me to fuck your pretty face?”
She cups my balls and drags her tongue all the way from the base of my cock to the tip, not once breaking eye contact. “What do you think?”
I yank her head back. “You sure?”
“Why? Want me to beg?” she mocks.
“Actually, yeah.”
I’m sure she could have me begging right now, and I would. No hesitation. Then, without warning, the hot suction of her mouth wraps around me, and I find myself prying my eyes open to find hers. The earthy green of hers settles on me when she cups my balls again.
“Look at me while you suck my cock, Sierra.” A tremor takes over, and I’m barely hanging on when she slides me so far back, she chokes on it. That’s my fucking girl.
My head hits the locker wall. This is everything. Unpracticed, hungry, desperate.
