Gold (All that Glitters #2)(120)

She laughed. “No! I mean, how does it feel to be done?”

He shrugged. “I liked your body better.”

She gave him a pointed look.

“I’m not done yet, am I?”

“No. But it was our last home game and your last game as an undergrad. You might be back next year, but this feels pretty final.”

“I suppose it didn’t go as expected.” He looked up at the scoreboard that showed their loss.

“Two national championships in four years. Not too bad, if I do say so myself,” she said.

“Pretty f*cking awesome actually.” He smiled down at her with all the love in his heart. “I want to soak it all in. We lost, but it’s not the end. We’ll be back next year, and we’ll take back our title.”

“Sounds good, Cowboy.”

He laughed and poked her in the stomach at the nickname. “How does it feel to you? Huh, Hollywood?”

“It’s not the end for me.”

“It’s one end.”

“But you’re my beginning, so it doesn’t feel like anything is ending.”

“True. We didn’t make a championship game this year, but I have you, so I’d say it all worked out.”

“I have to agree.” She tugged him closer. “Maybe you could show me how much it all worked out.”

“It sounds like you want to skip Posse tonight.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not a bit.”

He grabbed her hand and dragged her off the field. The locker rooms were packed with players and coaches. Eric quickly veered away from them, looking for a place that wasn’t going to be a madhouse. The likelihood of finding somewhere quiet was slim, but he seemed to know where he was going.

He opened a door to the workout room, and Bryna walked in after him. It was dead quiet. The only problem was that the building was all glass on three sides. People streamed by the room from the stadium back to their cars, completely oblivious to the fact that they were inside.

Eric ignored the crowds. It was dark outside, and the interior lights were out. So, hopefully, if anyone saw any movement, they wouldn’t put two and two together.

He pulled her against him, and their lips joined together again. The kiss wasn’t hesitant. He couldn’t care less about the chances of getting caught.

It was just them. Here and now. And in the moment.

This was all she’d wanted. Eric was all she would ever need.

The fact that she had ever contemplated wanting something else felt like a dream, as if she had been living someone else’s life for so long. Being with Eric was like coming up for air.

Speaking of coming up for air…

She pulled back and took a deep breath. Her fingers worked at the button on his khaki pants, and she slipped them down his legs. She dragged his boxers off as she slid to her knees in front of him. His eyes were wide as saucers and ravenous for her.

She grabbed his dick in her hand and massaged it up and down. It lengthened in her hand, and she ignored the hard floor digging into her knees. She would wear her bruises with pride tomorrow. For now, she just didn’t care.

She slipped the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around him. He groaned and put his hands into her hair. At one time, she would have thought that was controlling…that the guy wanted to take charge of what was going on, even as she held all the power in her mouth. Now, she knew it was a sign of affection. He was in love with what her mouth could do to him. He always came undone at the way she worked him, and she loved it when he showed his appreciation.

Her tongue licked up and down his cock until he was wet, and then she bobbed her head forward and back. Unless she opened up the back of her throat, he wouldn’t fit all the way, but he didn’t complain. As she stroked him, she could feel him tensing up. If it were possible, he might have even gotten bigger.

“Fuck, Bri,” he grunted. “You feel so f*cking good.”

She smiled at his pleasure and felt herself getting worked up. She wanted to masturbate while she was at it, but she focused all her attention on him. He would reciprocate tenfold later, she was sure.

She sucked him off like a champ. He was so close. She could feel it. He would come any second if she kept going.

“Bri.” Eric tried to pull her back.

She licked him again.

“Fuck, Bri. Fuck. I still want to f*ck you.”

She groaned as she sucked him and then stepped back. “You make it seem like a bad thing that I want to get you off.”

“I f*cking love it.” He lay back on a bench press with his arms over his head. “Now, get on my dick.”

She smirked. “How about I ride you like a cowgirl, Cowboy?”

His eyes lit up. “By all means.”

Bryna removed her bloomers and then straddled his body, facing away from him. She slowly eased his cock inside of her. She was so wet from giving him a blow job in full view of half of the stadium that she easily sank all the way down to the hilt.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

He gripped her hips. “I could get used to this sight.”

His hands guided her up and down on top of him. Soon, she was bouncing. He was hitting the perfect spot over and over again. She couldn’t even think. Her mind was lost on the feel of him inside her. Her body superheated, and she felt all the tension wash off her. She was close.