Page 44 of Sneaking Around with the Player
“Oh, man. Maybe next time, he can come too. My friends would shit themselves.”
I laugh. “Now there’s an image.”
Scottie takes off happily toward the car.
“He seems sweet,” Stella says.
“He’s a pretty cool kid. Thanks for not telling him that me and Felix aren’t best buds. Might break his heart.”
Stella leaves her Jeep, and we pile into my vehicle to drop off Scottie at his house, where I promise to practice with him once more before I head back to Colorado, and then we go back to my parents’ house. They’re both gone for the day. Dad’s golfing and Mom went shopping with some of my aunts.
“Relax. They aren’t here,” I say as I open the door for her.
“Oh, thank god.” She lets out a breath. “I mean, I’m dying to meet them, but I need more warning.”
“Noted.”
I show Stella my old bedroom. She smiles as she looks around the small space, then comes back and hugs me around the waist. Peering up at me, she asks, “Do they know about me?”
My lips twitch with amusement. “Maaaybe.”
“Oh my gosh. Really?”
“Not all the details, but they know I’m talking to someone. You haven’t told your parents about me?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I nod. Of course, she hasn’t. After the way Felix reacted, makes sense.
“Not yet.” She lifts up on her toes to kiss me. “But I will, and they’re gonna love you.”
I lift both brows. I think she’s overestimating my ability to win people over.
“Eventually,” she adds.
“I love your optimism.” I scoop her up and toss her on my bed.
We make out until her lips are puffy and her hair is disheveled. Damn, she looks good all mussed. I lift her T-shirt and place a kiss on her stomach. She sucks in a breath and looks down at me with a playful, naughty glint in her eyes.
I wiggle down her body, dropping more open-mouth kisses on the sensitive skin below her belly button. Slowly, I pop the button and then drag the zipper of her jeans down. She helps me get her pants off and then I settle between her smooth legs.
“I like these.” I run a finger along the red, silky material of her panties, then hook a finger under the band and pull them down an inch.
She squirms under me. “You should take them off.”
“Don’t rush me, baby.” I push her legs farther apart and hook an arm around one to hold her in place. Lightly, I rub her through the satin at a pace that has her casting a frustrated yet sexy stare at me.
I nip at her inner thigh and then glide my nose along her slit, breathing her in. Her panties show off how wet she is for me and it’s the hottest thing. She’s gorgeous and perfect and all fucking mine. I can’t get over it. This stunning girl is mine.
I get it now. I understand why people do the relationship thing, want to spend all their time with one person, and are perfectly happy to shut out the rest of the world. Nothing feels better than being with Stella.
She’s panting when I finally shove the damp material to the side and run my tongue from her ass to her clit, lapping her up along the way.
“Oh my gosh!” She threads her fingers through my hair and then gives the strands a tug.
It doesn’t take much of me licking and sucking before her hips lift to create more friction. I hold her tighter and increase my efforts until she’s saying my name and nearly ripping my hair from the scalp.
I pull every last bit of her orgasm from her and then her body goes limp, and she starts to giggle.
“That was . . . oh wow.”
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and move up to lie beside her. She curls up on her side and nuzzles next to me. “I’m never leaving this bed.”
