That One Night: A Pucking Around Prequel Novella (10)

Eat your heart out, Mystery Girl.

She sits up as I kick off my shoes. Then I work the buckle of my belt, dropping my jeans to the floor. I wasn’t wearing socks, so now I’m standing before her in nothing but my black boxer briefs, the front tented by my desperate dick. I’m not embarrassed. She’s clearly gagging for it. Fuck, I wanna feel her gag on me. I want to feel the slide of her teeth along my shaft.

She reaches for me, but I shake my head. My eyes narrow as I do my best to memorize every line of her body. “Lie back and spread those legs wide. Show me your pussy.”

She sighs in frustration, laying back on the bed. Her dark hair fans out behind her, stark against the white bedspread. With her eyes locked on me, she slowly drops her knees open. She’s waxed bare. Her pussy lips open, and I’m graced with a perfect view of her glistening pink center.

“Touch yourself,” I growl, cupping my dick over my briefs. His time will come, but it’s definitely not now. “I want to watch you first. Get that pussy ready for me, baby.”

She smiles. Taking two fingers, she sucks them into her mouth.

Oh, fuck—my girl doesn’t mess around.

Her dark eyes taunt me as she lets out a needy whimper. Then she pops them from her mouth and trails them down her chest, over her sexy little tattoo, and dips them between her pink lips. She shivers at the contact, her wet fingers sliding through her slick.

This is torture, but it feels good too. What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment. Pain is pleasure and all that. Whatever, we’re all allowed to have kinks.

She’s moaning on the bed now, eyes closed as she lets me watch her finger herself. Fuck, she’s pushing those fingers allll the way in. “Please,” she says on a sigh, circling her clit. “Please—”

My dick twitches at her plea. “What do you need, baby girl? Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.”

Good, because I can’t wait another second. With a hungry groan, I drop to my knees.





6





I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a more beautiful human. It’s not just his physical beauty. Don’t get me wrong, watching his muscles ripple as he tugs off his shirt is like seeing poetry in action. I want him on top of me, all around me. I want to feel the strength of those muscles working to bring me pleasure.

But his beauty goes so much deeper. He has a beautiful soul.

He drops to his knees at the side of the bed and snatches both my ankles. I gasp as he jerks me forward, dragging me to the edge. He flips my knees over his shoulders and looks up at me, his hazel eyes hooded with lust. His warm breath fans against my clit as he says, “Don’t be shy, baby. Let me know if I’m doing something you like.”

Before I can reply, his mouth is on me, that talented tongue swiping over my clit. I sigh with relief, sinking back onto the bed. I take a deep breath, letting my legs fall open as he goes down.

“That feels good,” I tell him. “Don’t stop—”

This man holds nothing back. I don’t think he knows how. If he’s in, he’s all in. I can only imagine the level of concentration and professionalism he brings to his game. He ravages me with his tongue, flicking and sucking, learning what makes me gasp and what makes me press against him, desperate for more.

My first orgasm coils tight in my core. God, he’s good. I’m right there, and it’s been all of two minutes. That warming feeling spreads out from my clit until my whole body is humming. I feel it down to my toes.

“Oh god—so good—right there—more—”

He presses in with two fingers, his tongue working double time against my clit, and I’m gone. I arch my back, hands fisting the sheets, muttering nonsense as I tip over the edge. My pussy clenches tight around his fingers, and he groans with longing, rubbing just right along my front vaginal wall. Meanwhile, my clit vibrates, the waves of my orgasm crashing against me.

In moments I go limp, my body shaky and warm as I come down.

He slides his fingers out of me, leaning up over me with need in his eyes, his face still buried between my legs. “Suck,” he says, his wet fingers tracing my lips.

My core flutters as I curl forward, sucking his fingers into my mouth. I taste my own release, tangy and warm.

“What a good fucking girl,” he croons.

I shiver. I typically like to be the one giving the praise, but coming from this sweetheart, it feels dirty and I love it. I love being his good girl. I love earning his praise. I want more.

I flip my legs off his shoulders and sit up.

“Was that good for you?” he asks, his dark brows raised in eagerness.

His earnest, puppy dog look is too much. I cup his face with both hands and pull him forward, pressing my mouth to his. I don’t care that his lips are still wet with my release. In fact, it turns me on. He tastes like me. Even if only for one night, this beautiful man is mine.

I break our kiss, brushing his hair off his brow. “Tell me something,” I murmur. “Anything.”

His smile lights him up inside as he kisses my chin, my cheek. “I play defense,” he replies, leaving it there. It’s enough to confirm my pro athlete suspicion, but not too much to give away his sport or his team. Our anonymity remains intact.

I mean, if I wanted to I could google all the pro sports teams and look for him, but that feels like breaking the rules. I decide to offer him another crumb. “I already knew that.”