Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(36)

I glanced up at him, a grin pulling at my lips as I brought him to my mouth. “Maybe because you haven’t met someone like me?”

His eyes were wild with lust as I took him slowly between my lips, running my tongue along the tip of him and tasting his precome. His groans were loud and earnest as I took him to the back of my throat, gagging on the size of him before repeating the motion. He fisted my hair. I could see his toes curling against the carpet, the veins rising in his legs as he rocked into my mouth. When I glanced up, he looked like fucking Adonis, so beautiful and tall. A light sheen of sweat was covering his body, and every single inch of him was just stunning.

Running my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, I pulled back and looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. “Do you want me to keep going? I think you’re about to come.”

“I am. I do.” He somehow got the words out, but then he was moving, pushing me back against the bed. “But I would rather be way deep inside you when I do,” he answered, sliding the condom on before moving to the entrance of my pussy. Pushing my booted leg back, he held the weight of that leg by the back of my knee and used his elbow to hold my other leg. Then he pushed deep into me, filling me completely and utterly. My dreams could never come close to this.

That was a fact.

It was like stars went off behind my lids as I gasped out. He was so big, stretching me, but I wanted it. I needed it. And when he started to pump into me, his body slapping into mine, I was completely lost. Everything disappeared, and there was just us, our bodies, our sweat, commingling and becoming one. Opening my eyes, I watched him, his brows together, his face taut but oh so beautiful. His shoulders were tight, his muscles bulging, and I could tell he was fighting his release. I could feel it, but it was too much. Everything was too much. My body was doing its own thing, and I couldn’t fight it.

I came.

Hard.

With a shout, he came too.

Falling onto me, his face mushed my breasts as my legs fell over his shoulders in what should have been the most uncomfortable way, but it was comfortable.

And I knew that was very bad.

Kissing my left boob, he wiggled his way up my body, making me laugh before he sloppily kissed the side of my mouth. “I think you killed me.”

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck, and to my surprise, I kissed him on his nose, his cheek, and then his eyelid. I inhaled hard, his cologne tickling my senses. “I think I am dead.”

“What a way to go, huh?”

“It wasn’t bad.”

“It sure wasn’t.” He exhaled hard. I felt him moving, and then I heard the snap of the condom before he pushed himself up. I watched as he tossed it in the trash can before lying back on me. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Not at all,” I answered as he gathered me in his arms.

“Good. I’ll get up in a few.”

My lips curved into the biggest grin as I pressed my lips into his hair. It smelled woodsy and manly. “I didn’t take you for a cuddler.”

“I’m not.”

That made my grin grow more, but it also sent pure fear to my soul.

Because I wasn’t either.

But there I was.

In Gus Persson’s arms.

Cuddling.





Chapter Twenty





Bo





I wanted to say I got every bit of desire and need for Gus Persson out of my body with our one night of fun, but my pants would have one hundred percent burst into flames.

God, he was almost perfect. That mouth, that body, that, ugh, everything. I could still feel him, still smell him, and all that was so damn bad. The more I thought about it, though, the more I didn’t want to be right. I didn’t want to be smart about this. I wanted to be young and free. I wanted to let go and be with him with nothing holding me back.

But everything was.

Holding his phone in my hand, I twirled it around my fingers, biting into my lip. His lock screen was a picture of him with his parents. He wasn’t lying when he said they were young. They looked maybe ten years older, both so youthful and so proud of him. His mom mirrored him with the dark looks and green eyes; she was gorgeous, but so was his dad. His hair was a little lighter and his eyes were a hazel color, but he was built like Gus. Big and strong. They looked like a poster family for a cover of a magazine.

But Gus, he stole the picture for me. He was wearing a Tornadoes jersey. His face was so bright and there were tears in his eyes. Every hope and dream became a reality in those eyes. He was stunning, and I wanted to see that smile. I wanted to feel those eyes on me. Just by looking at his face, I was back in the exact place I never wanted to be again.

A girl with a crush on a guy who could promise her nothing but a little fun and no future.

As if the universe knew I was already kicking myself for repeating the same stupid mistake, my phone rang. It was my mom. I didn’t want to answer it, but I did since she didn’t call unless she needed something. “Hey, Mom.”

“Hey, honey, what are you up to?”

“Just got up about an hour ago.”

“Did you not have school today?”

“Nope, but I have two hours of internship and a game later tonight.”

“Fun,” she said, right as Davis yelled something in the background. “Okay, love, yes, we’ll go in a second. Wanna talk to Boo?”