Page 74 of Off Camera
“Do you have frequent visitors during games?” Avery asks, tugging off her leggings.
I pop on my feet and flip the deadbolt. I shove an extra chair under the handle for good measure. I dare anyone to fucking try and interrupt us.
“Consider me extra cautious. I?—”
The words die in my throat when I turn around and see her. Legs tipped open wide. Wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, the same pink shade as her bra, which now lies in a tangle on the floor. I wonder how many different varieties she has. Maybe one in every color of the rainbow, and I want to see them all.
One hand sits low on her hip while the other pinches a nipple between two fingers. The palm at her waist curls in the band of her underwear, but I grip her wrist. I shake my head and stare at the damp spot on the front of the lace.
“Leave them on,” I say, pulling off my shirt.
She licks her lips when I untie the drawstring of my joggers and shimmy them down my hips. I kick off my shoes, the sneakers lost to the world and a problem I’ll worry about later.
For now, I can only look at her. At the flush on her skin and the way her mouth parts when I shove a hand in my briefs and give myself a jerk.
Her eyes roam down my body. There’s an appreciative haze behind the brown when her attention snags on my thigh tattoos. The ink she licked and kissed and sucked, and the thought of her doing it again has my grip tightening around my cock.
“God,” she whispers, reaching for me. “I like your body so much.”
“You do? I’m not built like any of the players and?—”
“Come here.” She eases my hand out of my briefs and presses my fingers into the seam of her underwear. The fabric is drenched and the soft spot between her legs is ready for me. “Doyou feel that? It’s because of you. Because I get to be here with you. And I want you to make me feel good in the way that I like. You’ve been thinking about me, Reid, haven’t you? When I’m in my bed and touching myself, I think about you too.”
“Do you touch yourself when you’re talking to me?” I ask, my voice thick with lust. I have to know the answer. I have to know if she’s lying there naked and spread out on her bed. “Do you have two fingers in your pussy when you’re telling me how obnoxious I am? Do you use a toy and wish it were me?”
“Yeah,” Avery whispers. “Why do you think it takes me so long to answer you sometimes? Because I’m teasing myself. Trying to drag it out so I can come right as you say something to me.”
Everything is a blur.
Color sparks behind my eyes.
Liquid heat rolls through me.
I can’t think of anything else except this fucking bombshell in front of me, a willing servant to her every ask.
I kneel in front of her and give her legs a gentle tap. She scoots her ass to the edge of the cushions. I rest one of her feet on my shoulder, nudging her legs open even wider. My thumb rubs a slow circle over her clit as I hike her underwear up high on her hips.
Her moan is low and long, a sign that I’m starting off strong.
I’ve remembered everything she likes.
Every place she likes to be touched, and I imagine I’m there with her in her room.
Sitting and watching her, her back arching off the mattress and sweat on her skin.
Fuck, I like to watch.
“What do you use?” I ask. “What kind of toy?”
“Jealous of some silicone, Duncan?” It comes out fractured, cracking around the edges when I hook my fingers in the laceand pull it to the side. She’s just as pretty as I remember. Wet and perfect and fucking ready for me. I lean forward and lick over her entrance. “Oh,fuck, Reid.”
“How can I be jealous of something that can’t do this?” I part her with my tongue. A groan slips out of me when she tugs on the ends of my hair. When her nails sink into my back and urge me closer, leaving little half-moon marks behind as she grinds into my face. “You’re saying my name, aren’t you?”
“I’d be saying it a lot more if you—oh.”
I bite her thigh to shut her up and sneak a glance up at her to gauge her reaction. Favorable, I think, based on the way she’s panting. On the way she’s reaching forward, pulling my glasses away from my face and tossing them to the side.
Fuck ’em.
