The Romantic Pact (Kings of Football)(70)

“Me, teasing you?” I shake my head. “Other way around, gorgeous.” I press my lips to her inner thigh and glide them so close to her pussy that I feel her tense in anticipation, but I move over to her other leg instead. “You’ve been torturing me all night, and you fucking know it.”

I glance up and catch a smile on her beautiful lips.

“And now it’s my turn to torture you, but in the best way possible.” I glide my lips all the way down her legs and then reach up with my fingers and part her. And that’s it. I hold still and glance up at her. Her ample breasts rise and fall as she takes deep, labored breaths, waiting for my next move. Her auburn hair pools on the mattress and her hands grip the comforter beneath her.

“What are you doing?” she asks, clearly already tortured.

“Letting you enjoy this moment—of me, this close to your greedy pussy, waiting for me to pleasure you.”

“I would enjoy it more if you did something,” she complains.

“Like what?” I lean down and lightly flick my tongue over her clit. “You mean like this?”

“Holy God, yes, like that.” She shifts under my hold, her legs parting even more. “I need this, Crew. I need this so bad.”

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“Can’t remember,” she says right before I bring my mouth to her pussy and start lapping at her. “What . . . about . . . you?”

“Can’t remember either. No one has been good enough . . . until now.”

I work her pleasure, pulling it out with long, languid strokes of my tongue, and then I set it on fire with short flicks. I repeat the process over and over again, watching as she slowly starts to lose control, as her brain shuts off and her body takes over, writhing and shaking under my touch.

I feel her tighten, her orgasm right on the edge, and that’s when I pull away.

With a gasp, she curls up and stares me down. “Crew, what are you doing?”

I reach my hand to her chest and press her down onto the mattress. “I’m letting you build, Haze.”

“I don’t want to build. I want to come.”

I chuckle and lower my mouth back to her center. I kiss her pubic bone and all around, slowly, with purpose. Each press of my lips is supposed to drive her more and more wild, and it seems to be working as she shifts and groans beneath me.

“How many times have you thought about me doing this?”

“Too many,” she answers honestly.

“Me, too.”

I spread her again and press kisses to her clit. Her legs squeeze against me, and I pause, sliding my hands up her thighs and slowly pushing them open again, while I run my hands up and down her soft skin.

“Please, Crew,” she begs in a strained voice.

“You want to come, Haze?”

“Badly.”

Smiling, I lower my mouth again, and this time, I press one of my fingers inside her. She instantly accepts me and rides my finger by rotating her hips. God, she’s tight. Wanting to make sure she can take me, I press another finger inside, and she seems to like that even more by the way her back arches off the mattress.

I curve my fingers up and stroke while lowering my mouth back to her clit. This time, I want her to become unhinged, so I keep my mouth steady and I lick her—short, quick strokes over her little nub over and over again.

Her breathing picks up.

Her hands crumple the sheets beneath us.

Her moans grow louder and louder.

Her legs spread even wider, if possible.

Her mouth falls open, eyes shut, and she moans as she comes on my finger and tongue. Her body spasms, her hips rock, her bouts of pleasure rocking her to the point of exhaustion as she slowly falls into a heap of joy.

“Oh . . . my . . . God, Crew.” The disbelief in her voice should bother me, as if I could perform any worse, but I actually find it cute.

Chuckling, I kiss up her stomach to her breasts, and I finally take one in my mouth. I lightly nibble on her nipple, not giving her a chance to slow down. She gasps, and her hands go to the back of my head, sifting through my hair.

My cock falls between her legs, so goddamn ready for release, but I don’t take it, not yet. I need to spend more time learning her body, memorizing it.

I move my mouth to her other breast and spend time there. Licking. Nibbling. Sucking.

And when I get comfortable, playing with her tits, I feel her hand creep down between us and find my erection, pressing hard against her leg. She takes it in her palm and squeezes.

A sharp breath escapes me as I pause the work on her tits.

“I want you in my mouth,” she says, pushing at my chest.

“And I want to play with your tits.”

She lifts my chin up and presses a kiss to my mouth before saying, “It isn’t always about you, Crew.”

With a wink, she pushes at my chest, and I allow her to press me against the mattress. My cock falls heavy on my stomach, straining for more. Straining for her.

“Your body is so sexy.” One of her hands roams my chest as her other hand floats under my dick and rubs a finger in each divot of my lower abs. “I’ve wanted to touch you so badly this entire trip. Every time you walked out of the bathroom in a towel, I wanted to strip it off and kneel in front of you. Take your dick in my mouth.”

“Jesus,” I mutter, feeling my arousal spike to another level.