Quarterback Sneak (Red Zone Rivals #3)(84)

That did it.

He groaned, reaching for me and pulling me into his lap so haphazardly I nearly fell. I laughed as I crashed into him, pressing my hands to his chest even as he fought against me and kissed me, anyway.

“I’m not finished,” I murmured against his lips.

“You’re about to make me finish.”

I laughed as he lifted his hip with me in his lap, using one hand and then the other to slide his sweatpants and briefs down his thighs, over his knees, and down to his ankles. He kicked them off, groaning when I wrapped my hands around his shaft and slowly pumped him as he struggled with the clothes.

He’d no sooner had them kicked to the side when his hand slid down between my legs, friction catching my sensitive bud and making me shake before he roughly shoved my thong to the side. His fingers toyed with my entrance, his other hand coming to the back of my neck and pulling me to his mouth so hard our teeth clashed.

Desire sparked low and warm in my belly at how much he needed me in that moment.

He bit my bottom lip, holding it as he slid one finger inside me. I gasped both at the sensation of his digit and the realization that I was already soaked, aching, ready.

Holden felt it, too, and he moaned his satisfaction before removing his finger and wrapping his fist around his thick shaft. I pressed up onto my knees so he could fit himself at my entrance, and then I sank down, taking him as deep as I could as I sat fully back down in his lap.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips so hard I winced — but I loved that little dig of pain, that little flash of hurt that rode on the tails of my pleasure. He used that impressive grip to lift me all the way up until he almost slipped out of me before he yanked me back down.

I hissed, digging my nails into his shoulder and savoring every last inch of him pressing inside me. That was the last sound I made before he crushed my mouth to him again, and he swallowed every moan I offered him like it was sweet dessert.

My hips rolled against him as he flexed and filled me over and over again, and each time, his pelvis rubbed against my clit and gave me the friction I needed to drive me closer to release. The more that flame tried to catch, the faster I rode, wilder and wilder until I was all but bouncing on his lap as I chased that flickering flame.

“Yes, yes, right there,” I told him, eyes squeezing shut as my orgasm began to catch. My legs went numb, toes curling.

And then, he ripped me off him.

I cried out at the loss, at how fast my climax skittered away from me like a scared animal. But I didn’t have time to process anything before I was flipped over and sitting against the cushion where Holden had just been.

“I was so close,” I whimpered.

He ignored me, dropping to his knees at the edge of the couch. Then, he gripped the tops of my thighs and roughly dragged me toward him until my ass hung off the edge of the couch, my ankles on his shoulders.

And he began to feast.

My vision went black, eyes rolling as his hot tongue lashed my already-sensitive bud. He sucked on it violently, tearing my orgasm back to the surface like he’d physically reached a hand inside my soul and grabbed it by the neck.

My legs quaked hard around him. I couldn’t control them, not even as I gripped the edge of the couch and tried to hold on for dear life as his tongue swirled and licked until I started to come again.

It was twice as intense this time after edging, and I cried out his name as my release rocked through me, taking all sense of reality with it. Through the mind-numbing, body-rocking haze of it, I heard Holden moaning, his grip tightening where he held me. I knew he was just making those noises for me, but fuck they were hot, and I savored them as I rode out the last of my orgasm before falling completely lax against the couch.

As soon as I had, Holden collapsed onto his back on the hardwood floor.

He was panting, chest heaving as he splayed his arms and legs out. “Holy fucking hell.”

“I’ll say,” I chuckled, and then I winced as I closed my legs, hips on fire with the motion.

My gaze turned concern when I saw Holden clutching his heart.

“Oh God, are you having a heart attack?!” I dropped to the floor and crawled over to him.

“Maybe.”

“Are you serious?!” Panic started to rise in my throat before he laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling it to his mouth for a tender kiss.

“I’m fine. I just… I’ve never done that before.”

I frowned. “Make me cum with your mouth? Uh, I’m pretty sure that’s incorrect.”

“No,” he said, sitting up with a sheepish grin. “Made me cum like that.”

I blinked, and then I followed his gaze to the couch behind us.

To the semen dripping down the edge of it and onto the floor.

I gaped at it, then back at him. “Oh, my God, you… you… without even touching yourself?”

“I’m as surprised as you are.”

He laughed, and I straddled him before kissing him hard enough to knock him back down to the floor.

“That’s fucking hot.”

“I blame the dancing.”

“Looks like I need to buy a pole I can set up anywhere we go.”

Holden laughed again, pulling me down to meet his lips as he said, “No arguments here.”

After we cleaned up our mess, we showered and crawled into bed together, snuggling to keep each other warm as it began to snow outside my window. I wrapped my arms around him, and he thread his leg between mine, kissing my forehead.