The Romantic Pact (Kings of Football)(71)

She kneels on my right side, giving me access so I can still play with her tits. I take one in my hand and roll her nipple as she lowers her mouth. I wait in anticipation for her hot mouth to take me in, but instead, she presses kisses around the spot where my cock rests, and I swear to Christ, she’s going to make me come without even touching me.

That’s how horny I am.

That’s how much she turns me on.

I’ve never felt like this with anyone else, never in my goddamn life. But there’s something about Hazel that has me on the edge of losing control.

“Hazel, I want to come inside of you.”

“I know.” She lifts my cock and licks the tip.

“And . . . fuck, I think I might be quick on the trigger with you touching me.”

She chuckles. “That’s not boding well for your stamina.”

“Haze, watching you come on my tongue turned me on so goddamn much that I could have come with you if I’d allowed myself to. Now, you touching me, it’s inevitable.”

“Then I’ll have to be slow.” She lowers her mouth again and presses kisses along my length, to the base, and then gently cups my balls and kisses those, too.

Fuck, this is glorious torture. She’s not doing enough to make me come, but she’s doing enough to build the pressure at the base of my spine, to the point that I feel as though I can’t breathe, the tension taking up all the space in my chest.

“Fu-ck, Haze.”

She moves her mouth back to the tip, then very slowly opens her mouth and sucks me in, not all the way—just a small amount—and then she rotates her mouth.

I need her to pump my length, I need her to apply more pressure. I need . . .

“Fuck, I need to come, Hazel.”

I move away from her and then pin her down on the bed.

“I need inside you.” My words come out choppy, caveman-like, but I don’t care. I’m losing all sense of reality as the room around us blurs and turns into nothing. I stare at the only thing that matters—Hazel.

Me and Hazel.

“I need you inside me too,” she says, taking my cock and guiding it to her entrance.

“You sure?”

She nods. “Go slow. I know you need me, but I need to adjust.”

“I’d never hurt you.” I lean down and press a kiss to her lips. The hand not holding my cock grips the back of my neck and keeps me there.

And then slowly, I push forward, entering her warm, tight heat. And, fuck, it’s the best goddamn thing I’ve ever felt.

So fucking good.

So fucking perfect.

Nothing compares.

I feel her every muscle pulling me in, accepting me, adjusting to my girth, to my length.

Her mouth pulls away for a brief moment as she catches her breath. Whispering, I ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She brings her mouth back to mine and I feel her relax, so I push a little farther.

And a little farther.

My muscles strain. I’m barely hanging on.

I want to let loose. I want to pound into her, explore this deep warmth I’ve never felt before. I want to lose control and take her with abandon, but she wants slow.

So I’ll give her slow.

She continues to make out with me, her tongue diving in and out of my mouth, and with each pass I feel her relax more and more, allowing me inside her until I bottom out. I pause, letting her adjust.

“So . . . full.” She exhales shallowly as I give her one small pump of my hips. “You feel amazing, Crew.”

She has no idea how great this feels. Like I’m on cloud fucking nine and I’m never coming back down. In this moment, I know it won’t be like this with anyone else, because this is Hazel. I’m neither saint nor monk, but it ought to mean something when a woman allows a man inside her body. It’s a privilege. I like to connect with a woman emotionally before sex, and with Haze, the connection is years deep. Significant. Priceless.

Testing the waters, I start to rock my hips. Her kisses grow more frantic, and I take that as a sign to keep moving, so I set a steady pace with my thrusts. Just enough to feel how tight she is, but not enough to set me off.

“Yes,” she whispers, her breath trailing over my spine, raising the hairs on the back of my neck to attention. “Yes, Crew.” Hearing my name fall off her tongue like that, it spurs my hips to go faster. “Yes.” Her hands fall to my back, where they grip tightly, her fingers digging into my skin.

I pick up my pace, feeling her, only her, as I plunge deeper, harder, listening to her pleasure whisper into my ear.

“More,” she says before taking my mouth with hers.

Her tongue swipes against mine.

Her fingers dig deeper.

Her pussy tightens around my cock.

She moans into my mouth.

“Oh my God,” she says, before pulling her legs up higher. “Oh . . . Crew. Yes, oh God, yes,” she says, her moans growing louder and louder. “Right there, yes. Oh my God, I’m going to come.”

I push harder, feeling her pussy contract just as she arches against me. Her moan tumbles out of her as she comes, and it feels next to impossible to continue my thrusts as she spasms around me, but I push and push and . . . Jesus Fucking Christ . . .

“Ahhh, motherfucker,” I groan as my body tightens up, and I come. I still, my cock spasming inside her tight warmth, everything around me turning black as I get lost in this feeling.