The Relationship Pact(47)

The muscles on his body are thick and developed. His back is chiseled and hard, and as I move my hands to his sides, I feel the bulge of the top of the V that makes every woman on earth crazy.

Every move he makes causes his muscles to ripple under my touch. It becomes obvious why I have a thing for athletes—their bodies are on fire.

My legs buckle, but he is one step ahead of me. He scoops me up like I’m a doll.

I moan into his mouth as he takes me by surprise and parts my lips with his tongue. He explores me, staking his claim in a delightful, delicious act of desire.

I run my hands through his hair, feeling the strands slip through my fingers.

His assault on my lips is unending. As though he can’t bear to stop what we finally started.

Carrying me across the rooftop, he sets me down on a lounge chair. The plastic is cold and hard, but it only barely registers. He breaks his kiss long enough to sit next to me.

We take each other in as we pant to catch our breath. His eyes are wild as his hand grips my thigh beneath the slit of my dress.

“You make me crazy,” he growls.

“I’ve heard that before.”

He chuckles, his need thick in his tone.

His hand slips between my thighs, and he pushes them apart.

I shimmy up in my seat and spread my knees as far as my dress will allow. I can feel my heartbeat between my legs and my desire coating the inside of my thighs.

There’s nothing I can do about it.

He’s already there.

“Hollis,” I say, my body arching toward him.

“You are wet,” he teases. “Can you feel that?”

He swipes my panties to the side and parts my folds with his finger.

“Mm-hmm,” I say, closing my eyes.

He toys with my opening, flicking my swollen bud back and forth. I yelp at the contact.

“Where did all that mouth of yours go?” he asks, grinning. “Where’s the Larissa who was goading me earlier? Huh?”

“She’s trying not to come all over your fingers.”

He sucks in a breath. “Fuck.”

The lace of my panties scratches against the inside bend of my leg, creating a crazy sensation that makes me moan. He leans forward and captures the sound with his tongue.

He kisses me like I’ve never been kissed. It’s controlled and wild and sweet and a promise of something more lascivious.

I grind against his hand, getting both the pump of his finger and the contact with my clit. He lets me have my way—lets me use him to bring myself to the precipice of an orgasm.

I wind my fingers in his hair as I hold his face near mine.

He pulls away, pressing kisses across my jaw and to my ear. I toss my head back to allow him as much access as he wants.

My hips swirl, needing more and more until Hollis buries his head in the crook of my shoulder.

Shots are fired in my belly, and an explosion of colors bursts through my vision. My knees fall to the side as I pulse around his fingers.

“Do. Not. Stop,” I say, each word a separate syllable.

“So bossy.” The words are whispered over the shell of my ear. “But I have no plans on stopping, baby.”

The orgasm keeps coming, keeps building until it becomes so sharp, so intense that I shout in response.

“Shh,” Hollis says with a chuckle. “We don’t need to attract attention.”

I peek open my eyes as he slows his pressure on my body.

“Sorry,” I say, wincing.

He presses another kiss to my lips. His eyes are filled with amusement.

“Never apologize for that. Ever,” he says, removing his hand from between my legs. When he draws it back, it’s coated with my wetness. He holds it up in the air and grins. “Now, that’s hot.”

“It’s not. But whatever.”

He laughs.

I get to my feet, emboldened by the confidence he’s given me, and pull my dress up to my waist. He watches me like he’s fascinated. I hold his gaze as I step out of my shoes and remove my panties.

The air whips around my wet, bare skin. I keep my dress bunched with one hand, and with the other, I slip my shoulder out of the top.

Hollis reaches over and carefully tugs it down until my breasts are exposed.

“Oh, shit,” he breathes as he takes a pebbled nipple between two fingers. “Riss.”

I grin at his use of my nickname. “Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to fuck me?”

His eyes snap to mine. “There’s my girl.”

I laugh as he gets to his feet and takes off his jacket. He throws it at the foot of the chair. He tugs his shirt out of his pants altogether and unfastens his belt with ease.

Snap.

Zip.

Down goes his pants until they’re pooled at his feet. A condom appears. He remains in front of me with his cock wrapped and standing at full attention.

“That’s impressive,” I say, grabbing it in my hand.

“That’s better than the alternative.”

I laugh. “Sit down. All the way back.” I shove his chest until he’s sitting in the spot I just vacated.

“Now what?” he asks me.

“Enjoy the ride.”

He groans from the base of his throat as I climb up on the chair with him. He palms his cock, and I lower myself onto him.