Page 22 of Scoring Truth
“You’re fucking amazing, Pip.” I drift my fingertips around her collarbone and downwards, over the swell of her breast, tracing the lace of her bra. She steps forward, meeting my lips once again, and pulls at my shirt. I reach behind my head, breaking our kiss, and pull the shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor.
She gasps and reaches for my chest. Placing her hands on me, she rubs them over my pecs and down to my abs.
“You’refucking amazing, Jame.” I allow her to take me all in. I’ve never felt placed on a pedestal as much as I do right now. Not on signing day. Not on my first championship win. Not even on my first pro game. Penelope makes me feel like I’m ten feet tall.
She splays her fingertips down lower to my jeans, dipping them inside. My stomach contracts at her touch, and she looks up with a sly smile. “The big bad quarterbacker is ticklish?” Her eyes twinkle with mischief.
Huffing out a laugh, I back her up until she’s climbing onto the bed. I follow, and she squeals at my slow chase. She’s on her knees, moving back to the headboard, and I’m prowling towards her.
“Jameson!” She lets out a squeal, pushing her glasses back up her nose. She’s not afraid, but just like a little kid being teased, her endorphins are kicking in.
“Penelope.”
“Jameson!” Her eyes are wide and her smile wider. The pulse in her neck is pumping, and she lets out a squeak when she’s stopped by the headboard.
Raising a brow, I stop. “You ready?”
She bites her lip and nods.
“What are you ready for, Penelope?”
“You, Jameson.” Even though she whispers it, it’s said with authority.
A declaration.
I move quickly, capturing her lips once again. My hands hold her face, and I kiss her with everything I have. Teeth hit, breaths are tangled, and our hands are everywhere. She pulls at my jeans as I pop the button on hers. We both strip off our clothes, leaving me in just boxer briefs and her in a black, matching lace thong. My heart stops.
“Fuck.” I’m breathing deep, trying to control myself. “I’ve been as nice as I can be. But right now? I need you, Pip. I’ve never needed someone like this before. I’ve never felt like I needed to be inside someone so bad.”
She lies down, hair spread on my pillows, giving herself to me, and reaches for my hand, beckoning me to her. “I don’t need nice. I need the truth.”
I prowl over her body, straddling her and placing my hands on the bed, on either side of her head. “Truth is, I’m going to devour you. Before you leave here, I’ll have licked every fucking inch of you.” I lean down and nip at her bicep, then take her hands and trap them above her head with one of mine. “I’ll have taken everything you have to offer me.”
She arches her back, trying to get closer to me, offering her breasts. I suck her nipple through the lace of the bra, her moans urging me on. I grind down onto her as she wraps her arms around me.
“You’re not making this easy.”
“I don’t want easy.”
“What I meanis that I’m trying to be respectful and slow it down, but this first time? It’s going to be quick, Penelope.” I kneel over, rolling my boxers down and sliding them off mylegs. Her eyes track my movement. “Hard.” I pull the strap of her bra down. She leans up and unclasps it, letting her full tits spill out. “Oh, fuck.” I latch onto the left, squeezing the right. She throws her head back as she pulls her thong down and off. “I can’t wait.”
“Don’t wait,” she begs me.
I reach for a condom in my nightstand drawer, and leaning back, I roll it on. She grabs me at my base, steadying me. I get it on and crash into her. She falls back onto the bed as I slide inside her.
“Fuck. Me. Penelope. You feel like heaven.” I feel her squeezing me, and I almost fucking lose it right there. “Pip, don’t do that. I’m doing the best I can not to be a one-pump chump right now.”
She chuckles and squeezes me even tighter.
“Don’t move,” I grind out and close my eyes. Counting down from five. When I open my eyes and look at her, she’s staring back with a smug grin. I thrust in and out once, getting a feel for her. “I’m sorry, Pip. I really am.” I thrust again. “I swear my recovery time is outstanding. But for right now? I’ve got to do this.”
She grabs my face and pulls me in close, kissing me like it’s the last time she’s going to see me. Against my lips, she says, “Hard and fast, Jameson. Then you’re going to make it up to me. For the rest of the night.” She nips my lip, and that’s all I need. I pound into her once, twice, three times, and explode. She wraps her legs around the back of my thighs, holding me tight inside her. I feel her tightening and loosening, milking me with everything she has.
I’m a twenty-three-year-old NFL quarterback who just blew his load after three thrusts. I should be embarrassed. I should be ashamed of myself.
But I’m not.
Because she’s looking at me with eyes that know I was so incredibly hot for her, I couldn’t help myself. She’s looking at me with eyes that say, I know you’ve got more and you’re going to give it to me.
