Page 122 of Nailing Heat
I look up at him through hooded lashes. “Because I have an idea and I think that you would not like it if the rest of the team, coaches or even August came barging in here right now.”
“What are we going to be doing that they can’t see?” he asks, toying with me.
I grin, pulling his neck down so that I can reach his lips. I crash mine into his. I don’t bother with the tentative and light kisses. I need him. Now. My tongue pushes at his mouth, begging him for entrance. He allows it immediately and begins to lets his tongue dance with mine. I push my lips to his, and I hear him moan in return.
He picks me up, making sure to wrap only my good leg around his waist as he brings me to a training table and sets me down.
“I thought I was driving,” I husk out.
“You still can. I want you to be more comfortable.”
Dex wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him. Our kisses start up fast and furious again. Dex drops his hands from my waist and brings them up my face, cupping it gently. I moan and try to pull him in closer, but I fail. His hands are working their way down my neck and to my breasts. He cups them gently and then squeezes, eliciting my moan into this mouth.
He pulls his mouth from mine and begins trailing kisses down my neck. He continues exploring and bites my nipples through my jersey and bra.
I cry out with pleasure. “Oh god, Dex, please touch me. No one can get in here, so please fucking touch me. I’ve missed this, I need this.”
Dex looks at me and grins, grabbing the hem of my jersey and pulling it over my head. He tosses it on the floor, and my bra soon joins the jersey. His hands come up and hungrily begin palming my breasts. His thumbs rub at my nipples. I throw my head back, crying out. Pushing my breasts together, he licks and nips at one of my nipples, before dropping the left and sucking on the right. I’m moaning and squirming on the table as he moves to my other breast.
“Please, Dex, I’m going to need you to touch me. I’m so fucking wet for you right now,” I plead with him.
When he pulls back to look at me, his green eyes are liquid with desire. “You know I can’t deny you when you beg. He slowly turns my body so that I’m lying out flat on the training table. “And I’m also pretty greedy right now, so I’m going straight to getting rid of these shorts and thong, okay?”
I nod. “Yes, do it.”
I push my hips up so that everything can slide past my ass. He has me naked in seconds.
“I want you to take your clothes off too. Please, something, anything, I want to feel your skin on mine,” I breathe out.
Dex discards his polo, and says “Is that better?”
“Not entirely, but I’ll take it.”
“What about this?” He brings his mouth down and places it on my pussy. I push my hips up and moan.
“I need more of that,” I demand.
He takes his time nipping and licking at my folds. A finger is inserted into me, and I cry out with pleasure.
“Fuck, Dex! Please give me more.”
A second and then a third finger is inserted inside of me while he sucks on my clit. I swear I see stars when my core begins to clench. Dex keeps up his assault on my pussy, his mouth making a vibrating sound, which feels incredible. Grasping at something, anything on the side of the table, I cry out as I come undone.
“Holy shit,” I say, giggling.
“Please accept that as my apology,” he teases.
“Oh, apology accepted. Now give me your cock,” I beg him.
His eyes widen. “I fucking love you. I love it when you beg me. I swear if I wasn’t so turned on right now, I would make you wait for it a bit more.”
“We need a condom,” I remind him.
He nods, pulling one from his wallet before discarding his pants. I feel my mouth watering as he lowers it onto his massive length.
“Please,” I whimper. I need this man inside of me.
Dex reaches down and gently strokes at the hairs that have come loose from my ponytail. His eyes are softening with love.
