Looking to Score(69)

His lips landed on mine, and I curled my leg around him, moaning and flicking my tongue against his. I slipped his shirt over his head, and when the doors opened, we left it on the floor while running out of there.

“Welcome to the press box,” Oakley whispered, flicking on the lights. As much as I wanted to look around, I wanted Oakley naked more.

I started what I prayed to Aphrodite was a sexy striptease as Oakley made his way over to a large window overlooking the stadium. He looked so handsome and powerful standing there with his back pressed against the glass.

After I had danced my way out of my blouse and jeans, I unhooked my bra and slowly lowered it down to reveal my nipples already budding with anticipation. Oakley followed my movements hungrily. I loved the effect I was having on him. As I twirled my bra around my finger, his chest heaved up and down.

I dropped the bra and trailed my fingers down his bare pecs and past his sculpted abs, stopping where I could see Oakley’s massive erection through his jeans. “I want to make you feel good,” I whispered before unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down.

“Oh fuck, this moment is going in my spank bank for all eternity,” Oakley rushed out as I dropped to my knees and stared at his long dong silver with a hint of trepidation. I was a bit intimidated by his size. Parting my lips, I licked the tip, making him shake.

“Fuck,” Oakley groaned as I took him in my mouth. He held my hair back with his hands, jerking his hips with every pump of my mouth. He tasted good, and when I stopped to lick him from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, his entire body shook. “Yeah, I need inside of you right now.”

Oakley brought me to my feet and frantically pulled my panties down while bringing me over to a wall. One second my feet were firmly on the ground, and the next he was picking me up and pressing my back against it. I wrapped my legs around his hips. “Fuck, condom,” he groaned.

“I’m clean and religiously take the pill,” I rushed out. I wanted to feel him with nothing between us.

“I’m clean, too.” I gave him a look laced with scrutiny. It was probably bad form to bring up previous sexcapades after a declaration of love and right before he boned me, but I didn’t fuck around. “I just got tested. Coach makes us do physicals every month.” He looked at me, waiting for the go-ahead, and when I gave him a little nod and a wicked smile, Oakley thrust inside of me.

I’ve never been with a man coordinated and strong enough to do the whole standing wall sex thing, but Oakley Davis held me against him, sliding in and out of me with pure skill. I moaned and whimpered as our bodies moved. Up and down. My legs were shaking while wrapped around him. With his head tilted back, I kissed at his neck, crying out with the crest of my orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” I screamed. My body quaked, and I dug my fingers into his back. I really hoped no one could hear us up here. The second I could see clearly again, Oakley set me down, and my legs shook with the aftermath of my pleasure. We both continued kissing frantically as he guided me to the cool tile floor.

I climbed on top of Oakley and straddled him. Being on top of him made me feel powerful. In control. Beautiful. I dipped my head down to his neck and traced long slow circles with my tongue, working my way up to his ear. I tenderly bit his earlobe, and Oakley let out a soft moan. He was so fucking sexy when he moaned.

I was ready to have him again, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I reached down and positioned his cock at my entrance, plunging him inside of me. “Yesss,” Oakley hissed. I rode him, thanking God I’d been working on my squats. Being on top was a lot of work.

He moaned and said my name over and over and over again. We climbed that peak of bliss together. Our bodies were slick with sex, and the sound of our panting filled the room. He felt so good, and each gyration of my hips brought us closer and closer.

“Amanda,” Oakley cried out as his body went stiff. My breath hitched as I joined him. We both fell apart on a scream, the rolling orgasm running through my body like a bath overflowing with water. And when we were done, I collapsed on his chest, completely sated and out of breath.

“That was,” Oakley began, seemingly at a loss for words. “That was incredible.”

I smiled and rolled over to his side, finally taking a moment to look around the room full of desks, computers, and office chairs. “Solver,” Oakley whispered while propping his head up to stare at me. He stroked my neck with his fingers.

“Yeah?”

“I love you. I mean that. I really fucking love you.”

My heart bloomed. I couldn’t believe this man. I couldn’t believe we were here. Oakley Davis broke down all my walls and proved me wrong. We were both changed for the better.

“I love you, too.”





Epilogue





Three Years Later





“If you want an exclusive with my client, then you better make it worth our while. He’s the hottest player in the NFL right now, and if you want him on the cover of your magazine, we need to make sure it represents his brand well,” I said while simultaneously typing an email. I was a multitasking goddess.

“We’ll send over the concept right away, Miss Matthews,” the editor for Sports Illustrated rushed out. I ended the call and stretched my arms up. I’d been working all day and needed a break. Being a publicist to three of the top athletes in the US was a lot of work, but I loved every second of it. Although I really needed to study golf a bit more for my newest client. I had no idea what a barkie was and had made a fool of myself earlier. Good thing I was damn good at the other aspects of my job.