Hail Mary: An Enemies-to-Lovers Roommate Sports Romance(105)

I let her take control, groaning as she slicked me and took me in inch by blissful inch. She could still only get a little under half of me inside before she’d gag, but she used her hands and worked them in time with her mouth in a torturous rhythm that had me flexing into her, my toes curling on the hotel carpet.

“Hang your head off more,” I told her, using my hands in her hair as a guide. “Arch for me, baby. Open your throat.”

When she did, I palmed her breasts, squeezing the ample softness and toying with her piercings with each thumb. She squirmed under the touch, moaning around my shaft. It sent a vibration through me that made my knees buckle.

“Fuck, yes,” I praised. “Just like that. Can you open more for me?”

She arched even more, and carefully, I moved my hands to her head. My fingers wound into her hair, and I stroked her in calming touches as I started to shift control to me, holding her still as I worked myself in and out of her mouth.

“I want to see my cock stretching your throat,” I told her, still moving slow and easy. “I’m going to fuck you deeper, baby, and I want you to take it. Hold me deep as long as you can.”

She moaned around me again, affirming that she wanted it, too. Her hands grabbed my ass to pull me in a bit more, but I still held the control. Slowly at first, I pulled her mouth off me and then slid her back down, watching as she arched and opened as much as she could underneath me. I groaned at the sight of my cock bulging in her throat when I pressed deeper, and even though she gagged, she still held me to her, telling me she was okay.

The deeper I went, the more I lost control, flexing my hips with every thrust into her. She moaned and gagged but never faltered, and the sight of her stretched out, her tits bouncing as I fucked her throat — it sent me.

I slid in deep, holding myself inside her as the first pulse of heat vibrated through me. “Goddamn, Stig,” I managed on a breath, and then I was pumping my release inside her, small flexes of my hips stretching out the release as I felt every inch of her tongue on me, her throat constricting around my shaft, her lips tight and warm.

I shook, knees giving out, and made noises no grown man should make as I came. She soaked up every drop like it was hard earned, not letting me pull away until I was completely drained and near collapsing. Mary gagged a little when I finally did pull out, and then I was on the floor, and she rolled over onto her stomach, hair a wild halo around her as she smiled and wiped her lips.

“Damn,” she said, breathless. “That was fucking hot.”

I barked out a laugh, body still spasming. “You should have seen it from my point of view.”

The little minx crawled off the bed and down onto the floor with me, and I hadn’t even caught my breath before she was straddling me and kissing me hard with intent.

“Please tell me you can get hard again,” she breathed against my lips. “Because that turned me on so fucking much.”

I laughed against her lips. “You’re insatiable.”

“Please, Leo,” she said, running her hand down to grip me. I didn’t know how it was possible, but slowly, as she pumped me, I grew in her hand. “I want to ride you. I want to feel you.”

I groaned, maneuvering us until my back was against the bed for support. That was all the confirmation Mary needed before she was pressing up onto her knees, lining me up at her entrance.

With her heated eyes locked on mine, she sank down.

She was wet and relaxed from her orgasm, from bringing me mine, and she took half of me in on that first flex, making us both see stars.

Mary moaned loudly, nails biting into my shoulders as she lifted and dropped down more. In four rolls, she had me all the way inside her, and she shook around me, her walls tightening, lips frantic where they met mine.

“Touch me,” she pleaded. “I’m so close.”

I palmed her breasts roughly, massaging them as she bounced wildly on my lap. When I rolled her piercings between my fingers and thumbs, she screamed, and this time it was loud enough for me to cover her mouth with one hand. I knew Coach wasn’t stupid enough to think we never had girls in our room, but I didn’t need him finding out about tonight — nor any of the scouts staying here, either.

Mary didn’t care. She just rode me harder, tilting her hips so her clit rubbed against me as I flexed inside her. And then she was quivering, moaning, almost crying as she found her release. I didn’t think I’d be able to join her, but watching her surrender completely, feeling her tighten around me without a barrier between us, hearing her sweet moans… it was too much.

I captured her mouth with mine just as the first of my orgasm caught, and at this point I didn’t even know if I had anything to release into her, but my body clenched, and a delicious fire consumed me as I flexed and pumped whatever I did have left. Mary was still coming, too, and we moaned and held tight to each other, riding out the last of our climaxes before we both slumped into the floor.

It might have been a minute later. It might have been an hour. Somehow, at some point in time, Mary had crawled to stand and reached down for my hand, both of us moving slowly on our way to the shower. She’d run the water hot over both of us, and we’d taken turns washing each other between slow, promising kisses I knew I’d never tire of.

When we crawled back into bed, sore and sated and bone-tired, I curled myself around her, kissing her wet hair and inhaling everything that she was. My chest didn’t ache for the first time in weeks. My breaths came easy. My heart was at peace.