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I’ll find them later.
“Open your legs a little wider so I can—ah, fuck, baby. There you go. That’s so good.”
She melts at the praise. Her knees drop open, and I give her underwear a hard tug. The lace rips in half, and I’m tempted to put the pieces in my pocket for later.
I push two fingers inside her, knowing she doesn’t want to draw this out; we both have places we need to be. We both have a goal of getting off, not giving a damn about how we get there.
Avery’s face scrunches up in a quick burst of tension before she relaxes, her shoulders sagging and her hips rolling. I don’t want her to think she’s doing all the work, but I want her to do what makes her feel good. What’ll tip her over the edge so I can have her again.
Fuck, the ways I want her.
“Remind me why I don’t like you?” She gasps when I swirl my tongue over her clit and she lifts her hips, asking for more. “The details slipped my mind.”
“Something about the internet.” I add a third finger, vaguely wondering if we could work up to four, and she cries out. Her thighs close around my ears, and suffocation by her pussy sounds like the only way to go. “Can’t remember. Don’t give a shit. Let me fucking eat, Ave. Please.”
I press a hand to her stomach, keeping her in place so I can fuckingfeast.
“I used to hate when guys went down on me.” She twists a lock of my hair, and my dick aches. “They never seemed to know what they were doing. You do, though.Fuck, you make me feel good, Reid.”
“What do you need, Avery?” I ask, sitting up on my knees. “Tell me what you want. You want me to talk you through it? You want me to tell you how tight you feel around my fingers? How I wish I could take a picture or a goddamn video of this so I could get off to it later tonight and tomorrow and the day after that?”
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering closed and her breathing turning ragged. “I’m close. I?—”
I lean forward so I can get deeper in her, hitting the spot I know her toy can’t touch. I want it for myself, some jealous rage ensnaring me when she bobs her head in a nod, telling me to keep going. To not stop.
I don’t think I’m ever going to stop.
Her satisfaction is the only thing I can think about. When she clenches around me, pre-cum leaks in my briefs. I dip my head and press a kiss to her knee. To her thigh. To her neck and her forehead.
“You gonna let go for me, Sinclair?” I murmur low in her ear.
There’s a pain in my chest when our eyes meet. When I see desire there and the way she trusts me. It’s quick, a burst of lightning before it’s gone and she’s coming undone on my hand.
Her words are choked sobs. It sounds like she’s saying my name, but I can’t be sure. I watch as her body convulses. As her legs tremble and her grip on my hair slackens.
When I know she’s finished, when I’ve gotten everything I can from her, I pull back. I hold up my hand, her cum on my fingers and dripping down to my wrist, and I tap her bottom lip.
“Open,” I say, and she does. I press down on her tongue and moan when she licks my fingers clean. “God, you’re a vision.”
Avery’s smile is shy and soft, and I wonder how we got here.
Her, naked and sated.
Me, close to following after her.
The seventy thousand fans on the other side of the wall screaming for their favorite football teams have no clue what just happened in here.
“Pause the feud?” she asks.
I nod and suck in a breath. “Yeah.”
Her grin turns wicked. Her nails scrape down my chest to my briefs. “Get over here and fuck me, Reid.”
TWENTY-THREE
AVERY
I thoughtI was the one running the show here.
