Hail Mary: An Enemies-to-Lovers Roommate Sports Romance(64)



I loved my clit to be played with as much as the next girl, but for me, it had always been about my tits. And the way Leo worshipped them, the way he palmed and massaged one while his mouth devoured the other, it was like having a vibrator held on the perfect spot. Add the fact that it was Leo Fucking Hernandez who was bringing me those little shocks of pleasure, and I was a goner.

“More,” I pleaded, and my hips writhed beneath him as I threw my head back and focused on where his mouth sucked my nipple. “So close.”

He stopped immediately.

I couldn’t help the involuntary shudder that ripped through me, or the way I cried out, reaching for him. But Leo caught my wrists again. He kissed each palm before sliding my hands into his hair.

“Not yet.”

I could have cried if it weren’t for the fact that he started kissing me again — first, my lips, then a blazing trail all the way down to my hips. He sucked and nipped at the skin from hip bone to hip bone before pressing a feather-light kiss to my clit, the cool metal of his chains just barely brushing against the hot, sensitive skin as he settled between my legs.

I shivered again. “You are the fucking worst.”

“Hate me again?” he teased, and the motherfucker licked my clit so subtly, just a quick lashing of his tongue that it did nothing but cool my already-sensitive bud.

“So much.”

“That so?” he asked, and this time he ran his tongue along my entrance, up and over my clit, licking everywhere but where I wanted him to.

“Leo,” I begged, squirming.

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name like that.” He rewarded me with a brief suck of my clit that made my legs quake around him. “When I let you come, that’s all I want to hear.”

“You don’t own me,” I said, trying to scoff even as I writhed beneath him.

“Oh, but I do, cari?o,” he said, and his eyes stayed locked on mine as he swept his tongue up the length of me. “And you own me, too.”

Those were the words dancing in my head at a dizzying speed as he lowered his mouth, contrasting the brief connection he’d given me before with an all-encompassing sweep of ownership. He covered me with his wet heat, lapping and licking and sucking all while his hands wrapped around my thighs and held me in place so I couldn’t move away, so there was no break, no relief from the sensuous torture.

As expert as his tongue was where he worked me, that wasn’t what drove me to the edge. It was looking down at his head buried between my legs, watching the fervor with which he delivered each pleasurable lash of his tongue. He ate my pussy like it was a goddamn privilege, and it was that vision that made me peak.

“Ohhhh, fuck, Leo,” I cried, and each word was long and melodic like I was singing him a fucking song, writing an anthem in his honor. It was all the affirmation he needed to reach one hand up and find my breast, and he held the weight of it while his fingers rolled around my piercing.

I combusted.

I didn’t come in the cute, show-worthy way porn stars do. No, I flew apart at the hinges, legs violently shaking and body twisting in the sheets like that orgasm was an exorcism. It burned me from the inside out, and I cried out Leo’s name over and over and over until every last wave had passed through me and I was bone-heavy and limp.

I didn’t realize how hard I was breathing or how fast my heart was racing until I came crashing back to earth, and I ran a hand over my slick forehead and into my hair, shaking my head.

“Holy shit.”

Leo chuckled against my core, kissing me there one last time before he crawled his way up. When he took my mouth with his, I tasted myself on him, and I lit up like a fucking Christmas tree at the fact.

“That was something,” he murmured against my lips.

I flushed, burying my head in his neck, but he tilted my chin with his knuckles until I had no choice but to look up at him.

“Don’t hide. That was fucking hot, Stig.”

I rolled my lips together as another blush heated my skin. Then, I dragged a nail down his chest, carefully avoiding his fresh ink, and loving the way he broke out in chills at my touch. I drew that line over each swell of his hard abdomen before tucking my fingertip in the band of his pants.

“I want these off.”

At that, he smirked, climbing off me and standing by the bed. He kept his eyes on where I was still sated and spread out in the sheets as he slowly stripped his sweats off and kicked them away once they were around his ankles.

I sat upright with wide eyes, my jaw damn near hitting the floor.

Because straining against the black fabric of his briefs was a thick, massive length that I was almost certain my pussy could not handle.

I’d seen the outline of him through his sweatpants and shorts around the house. I knew he was packing, but I thought it was in the normal way, in the that’s a nice dick kind of way.

I was not expecting a fucking anaconda under those pants.

His cock twitched a little under my stare, and my pussy fluttered as if the bitch could actually take that beast.

“Mary?” Leo asked.

I blinked, dragging my gaze up to his. “Mm?”

He smirked, and I knew he was reading right through me in that moment. But he only held his chin a bit higher, biting the corner of his lip like my orgasm had only been the appetizer.

“Come here,” he said. “I want you on your knees.”

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