The Locker Room(59)

I’m quickly becoming addicted to everything about this woman.

“More,” she says, bringing my head closer to her boob. I accept the invitation and suck even harder, adding a nibble that shoots her pelvis into a full-blown attack on my cock. Shit, in a matter of seconds my legs tingle and my stomach tightens.

God, my orgasm’s building, and she’s only been on top of me for five seconds.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she says, “I love how thick you are beneath me. Love how your muscles tense and ripple with every roll of your hips.”

Can’t hear that enough.

I pick up my pace, shooting my hips into hers, watching as her mouth falls open with every thrust. When her fingers connect with my nipples, I let out a long, aroused moan. Fuck . . . yes. She scrapes her nails across them, causing me to jolt my hips up even harder.

“Oh God,” she cries out. “Don’t do that. I want to last longer.”

“Don’t play with my nipples then,” I groan as the devil woman herself takes one between her fingers and thumb. “Fuck, Emory. Don’t.” My hands fall to her thighs, where I intentionally move her faster.

She pinches again.

“God damnit,” I groan. My eyes squeeze shut as my cock grows even harder with need. And when she does it one more time, I let out a guttural growl and attempt to flip her to her back, but she stops me.

“No. I want to ride you.”

“And I want to fuck you,” I admit, my will snapping.

“No fucking,” she states, breathless.

“Emory.”

“No. This or nothing. I’m not winning this bet in the heat of passion.”

“Fucking hell,” I say in agony. I desperately pull on the short strands of my hair, trying to gather myself.

She takes that moment to lean back and rest her hands behind her, so she’s propping herself up on my thighs. My gaze falls to our connection where I catch a glimpse of her aroused and wet pussy.

Shit.

Fuck.

I want that pussy so damn bad.

I lick my lips, my eyes jumping to hers for a brief second before they fall back to our connection. So damn sexy. I sit up on my elbows as she leans back farther and feverishly rocks her hips, creating a scorching angle for the both of us. She’s so wet. Hot. Fuck.

“Yes,” she moans, her head falling back. “Oh God, yes. Right there,” she says, moving her hips even faster.

Shit, hearing her, feeling her . . . my balls tighten.

“Knox, oh God, right there.” I thrust my hips up, her tits jiggle, her mouth parts as an indistinct sound flies out of her mouth. She flings forward, her hands falling to my chest as she rides my cock harder than before, and that’s all it takes. My entire body ignites and then goes numb as the first wave of my orgasm hits me like a Mack truck to the chest.

Sparks ricochet through my body the minute she groans my name, the sound so desperate. Fucking hell. My hips fly up against hers, my control snaps, and we both orgasm, grinding out every last ripple of pleasure until our hips finally slow.

She slinks forward and presses her chest against mine, her sweaty and slick body sliding against mine as her hard nipples graze my skin.

So fucking sexy.

Her fingers lazily stroke over my arm as I run my hand over her backside and under the thin black string to grip her whole ass.

“You’re so goddamn hot,” I say, not letting up on my grasp as my other hand runs circles along her back.

She sits up a few inches and looks down at me. Stunning. The smile on her face. Her eyes, half-lidded with lust. I put that there. I gave that look to my girl. “I can’t wait to feel you fully between my legs, Knox,” she whispers.

“Neither can I, beautiful.” How about right now? I’ll be ready in about thirty seconds. “When?”

And then I see Miss Sassy reappear, and I know what’s coming.

“When you break the bet.”

I look at our practically naked bodies and then back at her. “Uh, I’m pretty sure your wild ways just did that.”

“Oh, hell no.” She shakes her head. “That was not what we bet on.”

“I think we bet on oral, right?”

She nods. “Exactly.” She pauses and looks to the ceiling in question. “Wait, I can’t remember what we bet on now. Was it sex in general or just oral?”

“I can’t remember either which means if it was just oral, I could strip this tiny scrap of fabric off you, and bury my dick between your legs, it wouldn’t be breaking the bet, right?”

“Ye—” She pauses again and thinks about it. “Well, I guess not if the bet was just oral. But is that what we bet? Should we call Carson?”

“No. We are not calling Carson. Let’s just pretend it was only oral.” I flip her to her back and hover above her but before I can move in for a kiss, she palms my face to stop me.

“Don’t even think about it. If you’re going to put that dick inside me, you’re going to go down on me first.”

A shiver runs up my spine from her exception. “You know, it’s really fucking hot when you talk like that.” I lift her hands above her head, pinning them under my force. “But you need to know one thing: when it comes to fucking, I’m always in charge.”