Page 58 of Fair Catch
His tongue ran hot and flat along the back of my thigh, the tip of it just barely lashing where I wanted him most before the sensation was gone.
“You want me to leave?” he husked, and he peeled my panties off slowly, taking his time as he guided the fabric over my ass, down my thighs, to my knees before he let them drop to join my shorts.
I was breathing so hard you’d have thought I had just run the length of the field, my fingers clawing at the unforgiving wall, eyes fluttering shut as I focused on the heat of his breath against my aching core.
He crawled back up my body, kissing and sucking and biting over my ass, my hips, my spine, my shoulder, until his lips were at my ear.
“Tell me,” he challenged, and just the sound of his voice, of his breath in the shell of my ear had me shivering and panting and arching so I could feel him against me once more. “Tell me you hate me, Riley.”
“I hate you,” I whispered, but still, I ground my ass against him, biting my lip when he held back a groan of his own at the feel of me against his hard-on.
“You do?” he teased, sucking my earlobe between his teeth as his hand slid down the length of me, and I whimpered when that hand slipped between my legs, his warm finger gliding along my wet, throbbing center.
My entire body trembled, so much so that his free hand wrapped around my waist to hold me steady.
“I do,” I answered, glancing over my shoulder to meet his gaze. His eyes were focused on my lips as I said, “But I don’t want you to stop touching me.”
He growled, capturing my mouth with a moan that had me releasing one of my own. And at the same time, his fingers slipped in more, separating my lips and sliding up to my swollen clit. I convulsed at the first touch, and Zeke slipped his fingers along that line again before he pressed one deep inside me.
I cried out, my back aching from how much I arched and aimed to give him better access. He smiled against my neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there as his finger worked inside me. In and out, slow and controlled, every pump of it driving a little deeper as I writhed and moaned and surrendered.
Every gasp of air burned my lungs, a fire building deep in my belly the more Zeke kissed and moved me. He slid another finger inside to join the first, and my sharp inhale at the sensation was cut short when his other hand came up to wrap around my throat.
My eyes flew open, heart pounding not because I felt like I was in any sort of danger… but because I loved it. I loved the way he choked me, the slight pressure he put on my next breath, and the way a smile curled on his lips when he realized it.
I shuddered when that hand released its grip, trailing down to palm my breast and pull me back against him as his fingers slid in deeper. Then, that hand wove down between my legs, and with a flat palm, Zeke rubbed the hood of me.
Stars.
I saw stars, bright and electric as I all but fell into him from the overwhelming pleasure that little movement elicited.
He grinned against my neck, catching me before he released his hold on me everywhere, spinning me in his arms.
“Mmm,” he mused, kissing me softly as he guided me back to my bed. “So that’s the spot.”
I didn’t have time to confirm or deny before I was tossed into the mess of sheets and comforter.
Zeke towered over me, his god-like body heaving with every breath as he let his eyes roam the length of me. My cheeks flamed, knees clamping together, but as soon as they did, Zeke’s hands were spreading them apart again.
“Let me see you,” he demanded, hands warming the insides of each thigh as he helped me back farther onto the bed so he could crawl onto it with me. He kept going even when my back hit the headboard, pushing me until I was sitting up enough to watch as he positioned the back of each of my thighs on his shoulders.
His eyes wore a wicked gleam as he kissed along those thighs, and I shivered with each touch, lips parted and core on fire as I watched him settle between my legs.
Those dark irises flared as they held mine, and his tongue lashed out, slicking me in one, long, torturous drag.
I moaned, fists twisting in the sheets as my head dropped back, eyelids fluttering shut.
Then, he spanked the side of my ass.
I lurched back up, frowning and ready to curse him out when his tongue dragged across me again and I lost the will to do anything but sigh.
