Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(37)

"May I—?"

"Hell yes. Go ahead."

I pop the button and tug down his zipper. When I spread his fly apart, his cock strains against his underwear, and jerks free when I tug them down. It stands up straight, throbbing with his pulse, long and thick and round.

I swallow, hard. "I've never seen a man's penis before," I whisper.

"I guess I should be honored. What do you think?"

I look at him, and he starts to snicker at the expression on my face.

"It's, um…."

Too damn big.

"Very nice."

I can't stop staring at it. Or touching it, for that matter. It's so hot to the touch and so thick, how is this ever supposed to fit inside me?

Wait, did I just think that?

Jason shifts, bending a little to push his jeans and shorts down with his hands, and I can see it all. He tenses when I touch his balls, gently cupping my hand around them.

"I should have made a deal."

"What deal?" I ask.

"I show you mine, you show me yours."

I sit up, leaving his throbbing cock bobbing against his stomach. "What do you want to see?"

"Everything."

I brush my hair back over my shoulders, cross my arms, and pull my sweatshirt over my head. Jason's eyes rake my body, his gaze hungry. Even in a t-shirt and jeans, I feel naked already, but it's a good, warm feeling, like sunlight on my skin.

Trembling, I pull my t-shirt off, leaving me in only a bra. I fall back and end up in the crook of his arm as I wriggle out of my jeans, and kick them to the foot of the bed.

I reach for my bra strap, and he catches my wrist. My eyes go wide.

"Let me. Lie on your stomach."

I do as he asks, trembling as he stands up. He takes his jeans off completely and turns around, his cock heavy with arousal. I can't take my eyes off it.

Jason undoes my bra and spreads the straps, then runs his hands together down my back, hooks his fingers in the waistband of my underwear, and pulls them down.

They slide down my legs, and I feel the air on my bare ass, on my sex. Jason tugs them away from my feet, and his hands run back up my legs as he throws one leg over me. My hips rise from the bed.

Oh God do it, do it now, do it, please.

The rough skin of his palms glides over mine, back up to my shoulders. Shifting my hair to the side, he presses his lips to the back of my neck, then lower, between my shoulder blades, all the way down my back. With every kiss the heat inside me grows. I start to turn over, and he stops me, pressing my shoulders down.

"Not yet."

His fingers knead my muscles, easing the tension out of my shoulders. I look back at him, and he's still hard as a rock, his eyes hungry. My God, he's so perfect, like a man carved from marble, pure muscle and raw, masculine power, almost frightening.

A little tug on my arm and I roll onto my back.

"Holy f*ck," he says, looking down at me.

Jason almost falls on top of me, kissing me, pressing his chest and stomach against mine. His cock presses hard into the bare skin of my lower belly. All he would have to do is roll his hips and draw back, and then thrust inside me.

He kisses me hard, and then his mouth moves to my throat, my shoulders, planting soft kisses on my skin, a little harder. I shudder and shiver and grasp him with my arms, trying to goad him to just f*ck me already.

Jason's mouth is warm and gentle on my nipple. I respond immediately, arching under him, groaning softly. Every touch is an introduction, a promise. I've never been so excited, so nervous. Does he like my body? Does he like me?

Not a word escapes his lips, but his mouth shows he does. Every hint of his hand and mouth is worship, reverently teasing me until my nipples are diamond-hard between his lips, until they ache, until I throb between my legs. I dig my fingers into his shoulders and pull, trying to tell him to take me now, but he goes lower, his mouth on my stomach, his body pushing my legs apart. I spread them on the bed and grip the shits in my trembling fists.

He's going to….

He does. He puts his mouth on my mound, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. I sit up but sink back down as he works his lips and tongue. It feels incredible, and I shudder in pleasure and excitement and even embarrassment. His hands slide under me and squeeze my ass as he works his mouth on me.

I start to pant and shiver, choking down the noises I want to make as I knot my fingers in his hair and rake his scalp with my nails. He pulls me down the bed a little, lifting my rump with his hands, and I lock my legs around him.

I want him. I want him inside me, on top of me, kissing me, squeezing me, stroking me, petting me, pinching me, licking me, holding me. I want him so bad it hurts, so bad I thrust my hips into his face, stroking myself against his tongue as much as he licks me.

With a shudder and an exhaled, choked cry of pleasure, I twist on the bed, but he has ahold of me as much as I have of him, gripping my sides just above my hips. The pressure and soft heat of his tongue rubbing on my most sensitive spot drives me into a frenzy. I hug myself and clench my teeth, whimpering as the heat spreads through my body. Building, building, building.

I thrash on the bed, and it's all I have not to cry out as it explodes through my body. My own pathetic explorations with my fingers are nothing compared to this. I can barely think, barely remember my own name.

The tension tightens in my limbs until I feel so good it hurts, overwhelmed by the crashing sensations ramming through my body. When I finally relax, Jason sits up from between my quivering legs and lies on top of me.