The Romantic Pact (Kings of Football)(69)

Her eyelashes flutter as she says, “You do?”

“Isn’t if fucking obvious?” I laugh, my cock already hardening from the prospect. “I want this. I just need to know that you want this.”

Her teeth roll over her bottom lip as her eyes fall to my mouth and then back up to my eyes. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Fuck,” I say, right before I close the distance between us and my mouth crashes down on hers.

Sweet, plump lips meet mine and, fuck, is her mouth perfect. Not at all tentative, but demanding. Hungry. Needy. Desperate for more.

She slides over more and rolls on top of me as I roll to my back. Her ass lines up with my growing cock, and as she leans her pebbled tits against my chest, her hips roll over my arousal, reminding me how easily she can get me off without any penetration.

It’s that fucking easy with her. But I want inside her. Her heat. Her wet warmth.

She gathers her hair to one side and drapes the long locks over her shoulder, then grips one of my hands, locking our fingers together and raising it above my head as she finishes lowering her mouth to mine, capturing my lips.

My free hand trails up her thigh as her mouth works mine. I move it to her hip and then to her stomach. When I reach the spot just below her breast, she sucks in a harsh breath, and I feel her stomach hollow out. I glide my thumb along the underside of her breast and she groans, grinding down on my cock. Hard.

Jesus, yes.

I stroke her again, this time moving higher until my thumb rubs against her nipple.

Her mouth lifts from mine, she releases my hand, and before I know what’s happening, she grips the hem of her nightgown and pulls it over her head, only to drop it on the floor.

Mother . . . fucker.

I stare at Hazel, topless, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy underwear, her tits plump and round, with dark, rose-colored nipples, hard and turned on.

She reaches out and takes both of my hands and places them on her stomach. As she drags them up to her breasts, she says, “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have your large hands hold my breasts, squeeze them, do whatever you wanted with them.” She brings my palms to cup them, and her head falls back as I squeeze them. She rocks back on my cock.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I say. “So goddamn perfect, Hazel.” She rotates her hips over and over again, matching the pressure of my squeeze, or the way I carefully roll her nipples, seeing if that’s something she likes. I realize that’s exactly what she likes when her mouth falls open on a gasp. Her hands fall to my stomach as she starts to ride my cock. “Are you getting close, Haze?”

She nods, not saying a word, but instead pulling on her lip with her teeth.

“Then take what you want.”

Her eyes pop open and she says, “I want you. All of you.”

With that, I rise up and press my hand to her back as I carefully lay her down on the mattress, her head toward the end of the bed. And that’s when it hits me.

“Fuck,” I say angrily.

“What?” she asks, her eyes flashing in concern.

“I don’t have condoms. Didn’t really think I’d be having sex on this trip.”

“It’s okay,” she says, stroking her hand down my face. “I’m on the pill.”

On the pill . . . Holy shit.

“I’ve never gone unprotected, Haze, I’m clean.”

“I trust you.”

Understanding the moment, the permission she’s giving me, I lower my head and take her lips with mine, showing her how much I want this. How much I want her. After a few seconds, I lift up and stand at the edge of the bed. I hook both my thumbs in my pants and briefs, and I push them down, exposing my hardened cock.

Hazel’s eyes widen as she sits up on her elbows and gives me a once-over. I reach down and grip my cock tightly, my fist relieving some of the pressure that’s been building for days. And she watches me. She seems intent on keeping her eyes on my hand as it moves up and down, and I watch her, mesmerized by the fascinated, innocent expression on her face.

Giving her a show, I pump my cock, squeeze the tip, then bring my hand back down to the base, where I perform short fast strokes, pumping myself hard.

Her eyes are wild, hungry, and I watch as she snakes her hand down to the spot between her legs, where she slips beneath her lacy underwear and starts moving her fingers under the fabric.

Shit, that’s hot.

Really hot.

So hot that I feel a surge of excitement rush through me, and my cock grows thicker, harder.

“Take your underwear off,” I say.

Removing her hand from between her legs, she slides her underwear down, then she spreads her legs for me and moves her hand over her wet pussy.

Yes.

Fuck . . . yes.

Wait, she can’t be doing the work. That’s my job. I need my mouth on her, my hands turning her on.

Releasing my cock, I grab her by the ankles and pull her so her ass is at the edge of the bed, and then I drop down to my knees and spread her legs even wider.

The room falls silent, nothing but our wild breath setting the mood for what’s about to happen, that and the dim glow of the streetlights outside bouncing off the snow.

“You’re so fucking wet, Hazel.”

“You’ve been teasing me for far too long.”