Page 51 of Thoroughly Innocent Intent

I use both hands to tug her pants below her hips, giving me more room to maneuver. “You ever put anything inside this pussy, Beautiful? A vibrator?” I slide my finger along her entrance.

“No.” Her chest heaves in anticipation.

I push a finger inside and start pumping slowly, coating it in her juices. Damn I love the way that feels.

“Does this hurt?” I kiss her neck. She shakes her head no, so I add another. “This?”

“It’s good, but tight.” She exhales, leaning back to rest on my shoulder.

“Well, honey, my cock is bigger than both these fingers.” I pump slowly, hoping to show her the pleasurable side of having a man’s cock inside her. “It’s gonna feel real good, but in a virgin pussy it might sting a bit til you get used to me.”

“After the first time it’ll feel good?” Her breath hitches as I drag my finger over her swollen core.

“Might feel good the first time too, but the first few times I push inside you might be uncomfortable until you adjust.” Talk about fucking has my cock ready to explode, and I rock my hips against her ass again to help take the edge off.

“You have an ache too?”

I should have known she’d feel that. For someone with very little experience she’s not just curious, she’s perceptive.

“Just gettin a little tight down there, but it’s good. Let me take care of you.” I press inside her again, savoring the way her muscles contract around me. I reach up to cup her breast just as the pressure on my cock disappears, replaced by a wave of fresh air. She’s pulled it out, and is running her hand delicately over my length.

“Sam,” I clench my jaw. “I’m not done with you, Honey.”

“I hope not,” she says breathlessly, and it takes all my willpower not to chuckle. I love how eager she is. How she gives herself over completely to the way she feels. But we’re getting into dangerous territory, and one of us has to think straight.

“Sam,” I groan as she strokes me. “My cock is way too close to that pretty little pussy of yours, and while that’s hot as hell this isn’t the night for it. Let me take care of you,” I repeat.

“Why can’t we take care of each other?” She gives me a good squeeze and my hips jerk involuntarily, making me realize I have no good reason why we can’t do this together.

“We can. If that’s what you want.”

I take my cues from her, fondling her clit lightly when she lets her fingers roam over my length, and plunging them inside when she takes me in her fist and strokes me.

Our movements are slow instead of frenzied, prolonging our pleasure. In fact, I’m not even sure I’ve ever been this hard for this long without release, but damn if I couldn’t just stay in this moment all night, hovering on the brink, because it feels so fucking good.

I’m in no hurry to end this, though Sam squirms on my lap, telling me I’ve teased her long enough. I plunge deeper and start pumping, making sure to rub my hand over that sensitive little bundle of nerves as I move. “Finish me, beautiful. Grip me tight and pull hard.”

Sam’s hand closes around me and starts stroking. I match her rhythm, bringing her closer and closer to release as I talk us toward the finish. “Squeeze my fingers, Honey. Just like that. Feel them sliding inside you. Fuck,” I grit, trying to hold back until she’s with me.

“Colt,” she cries out as the spasms overtake her, taking me deeper. I wrap my free hand over the one holding my cock, helping her jack me so we can finish together. And when my cock starts to pulse in our hands, I can’t stop my own cries from joining hers.

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It’s coming up on six-thirty when I board and take my seat, relaxing into the leather chair as best as I can considering I’m on a plane. All in all, it’s not terrible. The Stallions charter a plane for trips, and the custom interior means every seat resembles what you’d normally find in first class.

Even though the seats are roomy, and they recline pretty far, I’ve never found them comfortable enough to get a great sleep.

I kick my feet up onto the coffee table in front of me, another perk of having a charter plane, and close my eyes, letting my mind drift to Sam. We said goodbye only a few hours ago, and I already kind of miss her.

To think I almost let myself believe her poised exterior wasn’t my type. Turns out poised is hot. Sam is smart and focused and driven, and that’s sexy in a way I never really noticed before. I love watching her in her element because she has this confidence that just flows out of her. Though it’s actually the times she lets her guard down when she’s most appealing.

The way she confided in me about her career, her childhood. And the way she soaks up new experiences, everything from food to sex, with unabashed excitement. She’s this crazy combination of experience and innocence that shouldn’t go hand in hand, but sort of does, in her.

I think she only trusts a few people enough to let them see the innocent side, and for some reason I’m one of them. I’m both humbled and terrified by that. On the one hand, it feels pretty cool to know she feels that comfortable with me. On the other, I let down the last woman who trusted me, and while I learned from that it still feels like a heavy burden to hold a woman’s trust.

I’ve never been good at juggling my commitments, and up until this season if that meant letting a woman down for the sake of the team, I didn’t think twice about putting the team first. I don’t want to let Sam down. Nor do I want to let my team down, but for the first time in my professional career I’m afraid of the consequences of putting the team first.

No other woman I’ve been with has tolerated coming second to football, so I have to get it right this time. I’ve made a commitment to the team that I need to honor, but as much as possible I want to put her first off the field.

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