Quarterback Sneak (Red Zone Rivals #3)(47)

Julep



The hard edge of the pool bit into my back just as Holden’s teeth bit into my flesh.

He tugged at my bottom lip, eliciting a moan I couldn’t control from me before he kissed me silent. His hands held my face, thumbs lining my jaw as his fingers curled around my neck and held me to him.

It hurt. It hurt and yet I wanted more, needed more, and so I pushed back in equal measure.

I slid my hands under his arms, nails digging into his shoulders before I dragged them down the length of his back. He hissed, and then he kneed my legs apart, rolling the hard length of himself against my center.

My heart thundered in my ears, drowning out the sound of my desperate moan at the feeling of how much he wanted me. I didn’t want to tease anymore. I didn’t want to play.

I wanted all of him, inside me, now.

Frantically, I reached between us, dragging my nails down his abdomen as he thrashed beneath the touch. I used one hand to pull the tight band of his briefs away from his skin, and the other hand dived down, wrapping around his hard, thick shaft.

He groaned, and I gasped, both at the feel of him throbbing in my hand and the pain of his teeth sinking into my neck. He bit hard enough to leave a mark, sucking the skin there like he wanted to brand me.

And I let him.

I squeezed where I held him, rolling my hand from his base to the mushroom tip. I slid my hand over that sensitive area before fisting it back down, pushing with my hips behind it.

“Fuck,” Holden hissed, and he broke our kiss, pressing his forehead to mine as he stared down at where I touched him under the water. He flexed into my hand on the second pump, and I saw stars, body humming with the thought of what it would feel like to have him flexing inside me, instead.

Suddenly, Holden clamped his hands down on my wrists, hiking them up and out of the water. His mouth crashed against mine as soon as I released him, and then his thumbs slipped under the band of my thong on either side.

“Lift,” he demanded against my lips, and I barely had time to register what he meant, to put my hands on the hard tile and push as he roughly ripped my panties down. He tore them over my thighs, my knees, shedding them off one ankle and then the other as I lifted my hips above the water.

As soon as my thong was gone, his hands found my waist, and he helped me the rest of the way up, sitting me on the edge of the pool. He slid those hands along my inner thighs and pressed, opening me.

And there I was, splayed wide, the cool air washing over my scorching skin. Holden took his time, his gaze raking over every inch of where I was spread, like he was studying my pussy as if it were a playbook, instead. He tentatively ran his hands from my knees up my inner thighs again, pressing even more, stepping even closer.

I couldn’t do anything other than rest my weight on my hands and hold myself upright to watch him, and every breath was harder than the last as he inched closer and closer.

His jaw ticked as he slid one hand up to hook around my hip, and the other teased the creases of my thighs. I squirmed, twisting my hips to try to get his hand where I really wanted him to touch, and with a smirk, he obliged.

Holden’s fingers dipped between my legs, and he ran his hot palm against my sensitive bundle of nerves before sliding a finger along where I was wet and aching. He toyed with my entrance, just the tip of his finger pressing in before he slicked back up and I mewled at the loss.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathed, chest heaving. His eyes darted up to mine. “Let’s see how you taste.”

Something between a gasp and a moan ripped from my throat as his hands hooked at the top of my thighs, yanking me to the edge of the pool until my ass hung off it. He gave me a wicked grin before burying his face between my legs, and I felt the first lash of his tongue like a bolt of lightning straight to my core.

“Oh, fuuu—”

I held onto the tile as best I could, fingertips steepling a grip as stars invaded my vision. I leaned to one side, balancing my weight so I could use my free hand to rake through Holden’s hair and shove it out of the way.

I wanted to see where he licked me, where he sucked me, to watch his dark green eyes as he swirled his tongue around my clit.

Pleasure sparked from the touch, and I relapsed back, arching my spine and letting my head fall lax so I could soak up every ounce of that feeling. My heart raced so fast I thought I’d pass out, blood boiling under my skin with my climax building more and more with each lick.

It was sinful, how expertly his tongue lashed against my clit before he’d run it flat and hot over the length of me. And just when I thought I’d combust, he focused on that bud of me, pinning me with one hand as the other slid under his chin.

Two fingers stretched me open as I muffled a cry.

“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, looking back down at him with hooded eyes. He kept his gaze on me as he worked, circling his tongue and curling those fingers inside me. He pumped them in, once, twice, and then held them there, wiggling them at the top like he was coaxing my orgasm from the very depth of my being.

My legs quaked on either side of him, the reflex too strong to overpower. And just as my climax began to roil through me, just as the fire began to catch…

The door opened.

“Shit,” Holden murmured, and in a feat of speed I didn’t know existed, he yanked me down into the water.

I almost cried at the loss of my release, but Holden held a fingertip to his lips to shush me, his eyes watching the older gentleman who’d just walked in. The man looked to be in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair and a black, furry chest. The man hummed to himself as he strode over to a chair and slung his towel over the edge of it. It was then that I saw the earbuds in his ears, and Holden released a breath.