Page 97 of Irresistibly Risky

I give him a shaky nod, and then he starts to move his hips faster, angling up to drive himself all the way to the hilt causing a burst of pleasure to spike through me. My hips roll forward like a wave, chasing this high, seeking every inch of him. His face pinches up, and he bites into his bottom lip, his head falling back on a heavy, deep growl.

“Fuck. Do that again.”

I do, and the sound he makes causes my pussy to convulse and a moan to tear from my lungs. It's intoxicating to watch him like this. To watch him lose control, knowing it’s me who's owning him just the way he owns me.

“So fucking good. Your cunt is so fucking sweet and perfect. Hold on, sweetheart. I’m going to take us both on a ride.”

He doesn't stop, and he doesn't slow. He's tempered and even, but deep and grinding and powerful. He starts to build and build, getting us closer. Sweat replaces the water on his brow, and then he switches back on the vibrator and swirls it across my clit. Grasping my ankle, he moves my foot up onto the counter, widening my position and opening me up fully to him.

His gaze turns liquid, fascinated and mesmerized by the movement of the toy on my clit, and his cock inside of me. The intensity has me crying out. The way the toy pulses into me as his large cock fills me from within is a new form of torture and heaven.

“I feel that too. Jesus Christ, Wynter. It’s like nothing else. It's both of us vibrating together.”

Something about that unhinges him, and he uses all his force to pump into me, his skin slapping mine now, his thrusts harder and harder. I rip at his hair, my body on the verge of falling to pieces that I’m not sure I can be rebuilt from. I’m trembling, shaking, panting, gasping, and moaning. So loud I can hardly stand it all the while he's pounding into me, thrusting in deeper and harder, rubbing the toy faster with every swipe.

My pussy squeezes his cock, and it drives him wild. “Come for me, my queen. I can't hold off any longer. It's too much. It's all too much, and you feel too good.”

He doesn't even have to tell me. My body is already one step ahead of him, coiled tight like a spring, until I snap and explode. I scream, falling forward, my cries muffled in his shoulder as he bellows out a sound I've never heard come from his lips. My vision frays at the edges as a delicious, never-ending euphoria barrels through me.

“Fuck, yes. Fuck!” And then he’s shooting himself inside me, coming in me for the first time since the night we made Mason in the club bathroom. I feel his cock throbbing with every jerk of his seizing body. His teeth sink into my shoulder, clamping down, biting me, but his tongue is there to lick away the sting.

The toy shuts off, and I feel like I can finally catch my breath.

Little by little, his movements slow and then stop. He pulls his cock out of me, dragging a wince from both of us. His cum immediately starts to leak out of me, and he reaches down, playing with it, rubbing it over my pussy, and then shoving some of it back in.

“You weren’t kidding,” I remark.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever come inside of. Watching it leak out of you is gratifying in a very male way, but it also feels criminal. Come ’ere.” He sweeps his arm around my back, drawing me to his chest, and then he takes us both to the floor on the plush, white bathmat.

“There’s a bed in the other room, you know.”

“But doesn’t that feel like ten miles away right now?”

“It sort of does,” I agree.

Gathering me onto his chest, he holds me close, my body wrapped around his like a vine.

“That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. How does that happen?” His voice is bewildered. “How can each time with you be so different and yet better than the last?”

“You're asking me? You're the one with all the experience here.”

His fingers trace a pattern on my hip. “I've never had that type of experience before, Wynter. It's never been like this with anyone. Everything with you is a first. Everything is new. And it’s all remarkable because it’s with you.” A soft breath exhales from his lungs, though the sound is deep and resonating and maybe a bit regretful. “You know what this means now that we're together, right? I said I love you, and you said it back. That means this isn't temporary.” He angles his head down, making sure to catch my eyes. Making sure I’m listening to his words and gathering their meaning. “It means it isn't just for now. It's us, and it's forever.”

“Asher, we can't make that sort of promise with each other right now. We have no idea what the future will grant us. We have no idea what's headed our way. There's a real possibility this might not go the way we want it to go. We knew the risks when we started this. Those haven’t changed. If anything, they’ve grown now that we’re here.”

His expression turns fierce. Unrelenting. Determined.

“Do you think I'm gonna allow something to come between us? Do you think I'm gonna let anything—or anyone—keep me from the woman and son I love? Impossible.”

“What happens if you get traded? What happens if you have to move?”

“Then we figure it out, Wynter. In case you missed it, I’m a football player. We don't quit, and we never give up, and we play for the win or nothing at all. You're my win. Without you and Mason, there's nothing to play for. It's just emptiness. You’re both my endgame. Trust me that I’ll figure this all out for both of us.”

Trust. That’s never exactly been something I'm good at, but there's no sense in arguing about it now either. That will come later, I’m sure of it. But for now, I lie here in his arms, feeling safe, protected, loved, and it’s enough to make me never want to let go.

28

“Jerome Rice needs surgery,” I tell Joe Tuesday morning after being summoned to his office and trudging down here with as much enthusiasm as a troublemaker being called to the principal’s office. “It’s possibly season-ending,” I continue when the man does little more than stare at me stoically from behind his desk. “When he lacerated his hand on the other player’s cleats, he tore a ligament.”

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