Page 42 of Sneaking Around with the Player
He takes my mouth and slides a hand behind my neck, his tongue seeking entrance immediately, and I climb into his lap. He drops his hands to my thighs and slides them up below the skirt of my dress.
My heart races and my core throbs. I arch into him and the ends of his fingers brush against my panties.
He groans as he drags a thumb over my clit through the damp material. I’m breathless as he breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes. Those green eyes see right into my soul.
I push his jacket off his shoulders and then go for the hem of his T-shirt. His upper body is broad and sculpted. I run my hands over every inch of his warm, toned skin.
“Do you have condoms?” I ask, still catching my breath.
His gaze searches mine. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
He closes the back of the SUV, and then as he gets a foil packet from his wallet, I pop the button on his jeans. Together, we push his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs.
My pulse races as I wrap my fingers around him. He’s long and smooth and pulses under my touch.
Beau sucks in a breath. “Come here.”
He grips me by the waist and brings me back onto his lap. We can’t seem to fuse our mouths together tightly enough. My body tingles everywhere as we kiss, and I grind over him. My panties still keep us from being skin to skin, but it doesn’t keep my orgasm from climbing to the brink.
When I’m delirious with it, quivering and shaking, he reaches for the packet and rips it open. I scramble to remove my panties as he rolls the condom over his length.
My chest heaves as we stare at each other in the back of the dark SUV. While he watches, I drag down the side zipper of the dress and then lift my hands to let him lift it over my head. He does and then I get another delicious groan from him when he realizes I’m now completely naked.
“You’re stunning, baby.”
I light up at his words and can’t resist kissing him again. I rest my hands on his shoulders and he guides me down slowly until he’s buried inside me.
“Oh, damn,” he grits out. “You feel so good.”
I let out a shaky laugh that sends a new wave of sensation through my core and Beau groans. His mouth fuses over mine and we get lost in more hungry kisses. I’m not sure which of us moves first, but soon, I’m rising and falling in a steady rhythm with his hands at my waist. We only stop kissing when the sensation gets too much, and I drop my forehead to his and let out a gasp.
“I’m so close,” I tell him.
With that knowledge, his touch is rougher and his hips lift to thrust into me from below. My orgasm is on a hair-trigger, detonated when he whispers my name in a guttural, throaty tone.
I cling to him, near sobbing with pleasure, and he follows me over the edge.
We clean up and then hang out a little longer, talking and kissing some more. But eventually, both of us are yawning and fighting sleep, so reluctantly, we move to the front of the vehicle, and he drives me home.
Beau parks in front of the house. It’s dark, except for the Christmas tree that’s still lit up in the front window. Everyone must have gone to bed.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” Beau asks.
“Nothing. Why?”
“You’re going to Valley for New Year’s Eve, and I leave the day after.”
“Tomorrow is our last day together,” I say. I knew our time was limited, but it sinks in with a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“For this trip.” He brushes my hair away from my face and then runs his thumb along my trembling bottom lip. “Don’t be sad. This has been my favorite Christmas vacation.”
“Yeah. Same.”
“I promised my cousin I’d toss the football around with him, but we should be done around lunchtime. Hang after?”
“I am going to see a play with Holly and my mom tomorrow night. We do it every year. I am free before that and maybe after.”
