Hail Mary: An Enemies-to-Lovers Roommate Sports Romance(75)

“I’m yours,” I promised her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She nodded against my kiss, but still clung to me as if I were a dream.

My alarm went off on my phone, and I blindly felt for it and shut it off before tossing it across the room.

“You need to go,” Mary tried to tell me, breaking our kiss. “You can’t be late to practice.”

“I have just enough time.”

“To what — get dressed?”

“To make you come,” I said, grinding my hips against where she was straddling me. She whimpered a bit as I nipped at her bottom lip. “And then get dressed.”

I didn’t give her the chance to argue before I was slapping her ass and helping her off my lap. When I had her standing, I stripped her between kisses, shedding a layer for her and then me, back and forth until we were both bare.

“Goddamn, Mary,” I said appreciatively when she was naked, scanning her with my eyes and hands both. I took in every curve, every inch of softness, every piercing and stretch of ink across her skin.

And now, it was mine.

She was mine.

I pulled her into me with possession humming through every vein, and she hissed when I ran a hand roughly between her thighs.

“Fuck,” she cursed, lurching away. “Damn pole kisses.”

I blanched. “What?”

“I’m… I’m bruised, from the stupid pole,” she explained, gesturing to her thighs. I glanced down, and with the soft light of dawn starting to break through, I could see a shadow of the bruise she was referencing. I could also see it wasn’t the only one she had.

“Damn, baby,” I said, frowning as I traced a circle around it. I was careful not to touch it as I guided her back to the bed, laying her in the sheets and propping myself between her legs. Then, I kissed my way down, stopping when I started noting the bruises again.

I pressed my lips lightly to the first one, and Mary moaned.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little,” she confessed, but the way she writhed under me told me it was the good kind of pain.

I smirked, running my palm flat and warm over her stomach, her hip, skating my fingers through the maze of bruises until they slid up and ran the length of her wet center.

She arched into the touch, and when just the tip of my finger dipped inside her, I kissed that bruise again, a little harder this time.

I was rewarded with another, louder moan, her fists twisting in the sheets.

“My little masochist,” I teased, and then I slid my finger all the way inside her, biting down around her bruise at the same time.

“Yes,” she breathed, shuddering under my touch.

It was maddening, how sexy she was, how much she turned me on when she spread her thighs wider for me and peered down at me over the swells of her heaving breasts. I hated how much I was under her spell just as much as I loved surrendering to it, like a dying man taking his last breath before letting the earth take him back.

“You’ve got two minutes to fuck my hand and come for me,” I told her, curling a second finger inside her. “Can you do that for me?”

“No,” she said, panting.

“No?” I repeated with a challenge, working my fingers inside her as I lowered my mouth to her clit. She bucked her hips when I sucked her into my mouth, and the moan she let out told me she was lying.

“I mean, I can,” she amended, panting. “But I want you.”

Her hands reached blindly for my hips, and the way she was tugging at me, I understood what she meant. My cock twitched at the invitation.

But I wanted this morning to be about her.

“You want me?” I teased her, slowly crawling my way up her body as I kissed and sucked and licked. “What do you mean?”

“I want you,” she said again, and this time she wrapped her hand around my shaft, pumping me once, slow and long and torturous.

I fought back my groan, smiling down at her. “Be specific.”

She paused, narrowing her gaze. “You’re such a pompous prick.”

“And yet, you still want me to fuck you into this mattress, don’t you?”

I loved how she reacted in a mixture of anger and desire, pushing me away with her hands even as she chased me with her mouth. Her kiss was hard and impatient, and then she wrapped her legs around me and dug her heels into my ass.

“I want your cock inside me,” she said against my lips, and I finally let my groan free, reveling in the filthy words as they rumbled out of her throat. I wrapped my hand around that neck of hers just so I could feel the vibration the next time she spoke. “I want you buried so deep I feel you in my gut.”

“That’s my girl,” I praised, and then I reached down to fist my cock and drive it inside her.

I wanted so badly to plow all the way in, but even as wet as she was, I still knew better. I didn’t want to hurt her. With restraint, I sheathed myself a quarter of the way before pulling out and flexing in again, just a little deeper.

“Oh, fuck, yes, Leo,” Mary cried out, digging her nails into the flesh of my back as I found a rhythm, inching myself inside her. It was pure fucking ecstasy, the way she wrapped around me warm and wet and tight.

That’s when I realized I’d forgotten a condom.

“Shit,” I cursed, but as if she read my mind, Mary dug her heels in deeper.