Quarterback Sneak (Red Zone Rivals #3)(53)

“I wasn’t so good at being quiet last time,” I breathed.

Holden grinned against my lips, his body sagging on a relieved breath at the tease like he’d won.

And maybe he had.

Maybe I wanted him to win this argument, to convince me we could do the impossible.

That I could have him, even if only behind closed doors.

“Let’s see if you can do better this time,” he husked.

Any argument I had left died on my lips when he covered them with his, kissing me hard and pressing me into the cold wall.

That connection was all I’d thought about since the last time I’d had it. I’d dreamed about his hands on me, about the way he tasted, about the groans he made when he touched me. But the fantasy was nowhere near the reality, nowhere near as potent or intoxicating. And now that I had him enveloping me again, I knew nothing could compare.

His hands found my ass, lifting, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He trailed his kisses down my neck as I arched into him, hands tangling in his hair.

Then, he was carrying me.

Blindly, he ping-ponged between desks and chairs, weaving through the dark until we were in the far corner of the room away from the door. I couldn’t see a thing back here, so I let out a little yelp of surprise when he lowered us both down to the ground.

“Shhh,” he teased against my lips, and then he kissed me, and trailed lower and lower, lips tasting my skin all the way down.

His fingertips slid under the band of my leggings and my thong at once, and I lifted my hips in time for him to peel them down over my hips. My heart raced as the cool air washed over me, as he tore them off one leg and then the other.

“Come here,” he husked, and then he was on his back, pulling me on top of him.

I reached for his joggers, but before I could strip him, he clamped his hands around my wrists.

“I didn’t get to finish tasting you,” he said, his voice low as he maneuvered lower underneath me. He released my wrists only to hike one thigh up and then the other, until I was straddling his shoulders, hovering just above his face. I felt the heat of his breath when he added, “Don’t make a sound.”

Holden wrapped his hands around the tops of my thighs, pulling me down until I sat on his mouth.

A gasp ripped from me at the first contact, but I cut it short, silencing myself as he flicked me with his tongue, testing the sensitivity. I was already so worked up just from the fact that I was half naked in a very public place, so much so that one lick had me ready to combust.

“So fucking sweet,” he whispered, and then he sucked my clit, swirling his tongue around it with that added pressure.

I saw stars, thrusting my hips forward in my desperation for more. Holden answered by grabbing my ass and helping me rock against his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and dragged my pussy over it, back and forth, the firm, wet warmth of him tasting every inch.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands, but I ached to have more contact, so I shoved my crop top and bralette up until I exposed my breasts to the cold air, too. My nipples pebbled beneath it, and I palmed myself, squeezing in sync with Holden’s grip on my ass.

“Fuck yeah, touch yourself while I eat this perfect pussy,” Holden breathed, and he targeted my clit again, tightening the tip of his tongue to circle it in quick bursts that made my legs quake around him. “I want you to come on my tongue.”

I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut as my face grew hotter and hotter from the restraint of holding in the cries I so desperately wanted to release. I loved how filthy those words were, how easily he said them.

Holden Moore was all stoic leadership for everyone else.

But for me, he came undone.

My breath grew shallower, pulse ringing in my ears as I chased the explosion rumbling to life inside me. I rolled my hips so wildly I wondered if it hurt him, but he only gripped my ass tighter, holding me against his mouth and giving me all the pressure I needed to find release.

The rough Berber carpet dug into my knees, but I ground and ground against him until a tingle shot up from my toes. I shuttered around him, my orgasm as incinerating as a nuclear bomb when it caught.

I couldn’t help how hard I breathed, or the passionate cries that tore through my restraint. But Holden didn’t stop, didn’t try to quiet me — he just licked and sucked and held me against him as I rode out the longest orgasm of my life. It just kept going, kept rolling, and Holden lapped up every last drop of my release like it was the air he needed to breathe.

Slowly, the pleasure began to fade, and I noticed then how much I was trembling, how hard I’d been shaken when I collapsed. My hands flew forward, catching the floor above Holden’s head, and I could only see the tiniest hint of a smile through the darkness as he pressed a soft kiss to my clit that made me shiver again.

I panted out a laugh, shaking my head and hissing as I carefully maneuvered off him. My legs already ached, heart still racing hard in my chest.

“I suck at being quiet,” I whispered.

Holden let out a rumble of a laugh, pulling me into his chest and kissing my forehead. For a brief, beautiful moment, he held me like that, his hand running through my hair while mine drew circles on his chest.

It almost felt normal.

It almost felt like we were right where we belonged.

Then, he cleared his throat. “We should…”

“Yeah,” I said before he could finish, and I jumped off him, patting the ground until I found my panties and leggings. I stood, pulling them on one by one. “You go first. We had a training meeting in here this morning. I can pretend I left something behind.”