Craving The Player (Amateurs In Love Book 1)(19)
The thought of Braden thinking that he’s won something here—that I’m just like every other female he’s lusted over, the ones that run after him, panties around her ankles, thighs slick from her excitement—makes me want to kneel over and vomit. The last thing a guy like Braden needs is another sexual win. But would it be a win? Or would it be something more along the lines of an agreement? A win for both sides. I get another mind-numbing orgasm and he gets to add another tic to his win column.
I shake my head profusely, annoyed with myself for even entertaining this idea. But it’s too late to turn around now. It’s time to be a big girl, Sierra. Take what you want and stop questioning yourself. Relax.
The hallway rounds and I take as many deep breaths as I can before walking into the lion's den. I suddenly stop, legs frozen, and swallow the thick lump in my throat. Forming a cage with my hands around my mouth, I blow. Thank God. My breath doesn't smell like booze. I quickly smooth down any stray hairs from the top of my head and smell my armpits before nodding to myself. All clear. I turn the corner and freeze, mouth dry and neck flushed.
"Took you long enough." Braden's pink lips tilt in a lopsided grin, his back against the wall, arms crossed and biceps stretching the tight sleeves of his t-shirt.
"I wasn't sure if I was going to come." A lie.
"You wanna know something?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before pushing away from the wall and taking two large steps towards me. “It hurt my feelings when you ditched me the other morning. I had big, big plans for you.”
I can’t help but drop my gaze to the noticeable bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans, remembering exactly how it felt to have his cock throbbing inside of me. Gulping, I reply, "I just figured that I would beat you to it."
"You figured wrong." He closes the distance between us, making my lips part in surprise. His breath is hot on my neck, causing the hairs on my airs to rise. "I guess you'll just have to make it up to me now."
I gasp when my back hits the wall, his body moving to shield mine as he places his palms on either side of me, boxing me in. He leans forward, his nose rubbing against mine, the smell of him surrounding me. The mixture of leather, spice, and pure masculine energy makes my mouth water, craving to have it as a permanent stain on my skin.
"Somebody could walk down here any minute," I whisper, my eyes clouding with lust when they drop to watch his tongue swipe across his plump bottom limp. I know that nobody would see me, not with this man covering my tiny body with his giant one, moulding them together into one. And honestly, I’m not sure if I even care if anybody could. Not anymore. My words are a cop out. A lame one at that.
"Don't go shy on me now, baby. We both know that you're anything but."
The words spark something dormant from deep inside my chest, something that flares into a ball of fire, pushing me to make my next move. I waste no time in grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him to me, pressing my lips against his. My eyes roll back at the feeling that lights up my veins, pulsing through my body at his rough touch.
His hands are everywhere, yet nowhere close to where I crave them to be. He nips at my bottom lip, forcing my mouth to open for him before his tongue is trailing along mine, moving in ways that make my core ache with need. God, the things he can do with that tongue—
"Hold on tight." He breaks the kiss for less than a second as he grabs my thighs, yanking me up as I wrap them tightly around his waist. The breathy groan that escapes his lips when I press myself against the bulge in his tight jeans is enough to send me straight to hell.
I greedily grab him through the scratchy material, sliding my palm along the hard length. I watch with confidence beating in my chest as his eyelids flutter closed, a nearly silent sigh touching my lips. My nails trail along the skin above his underwear, making him shiver before I swiftly pop open the button of his jeans and start toying with the zipper.
Suddenly, he starts walking, eyes now wide open, peeking over my shoulder to guide us towards what I hope is the bathroom. His lips close over the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking, biting, tasting, leaving a trail of marks behind. My back hits a solid surface for the second time in the past few minutes as he shoves open the door and flips the lock.
The half-rusted, somewhat tiled counter is covered in grime, making me cringe when Braden stops in front of it. I gawk up at him as he debates whether or not to drop me on the dirty surface. With a scowl, I say, "I'm not placing my bare ass on that."
I shake my head, dropping my hand to my sides and wiggling against his body until he loosens his grip enough for me to set my feet on the ground. He watches me place my palm firmly on his chest, his eyebrows raised and something carnal in his eyes.
"We'll have to find another way," I mumble, staring at the bulge in his jeans with an eagerness that surprises me. My clit throbs, tired of waiting. I clear my throat and move my gaze to his, watching him swallow.
He inspects my body with dark, primal eyes, and I feel more confident than I think I ever have. The way he’s staring at me, almost like he’s taking mental pictures of what every inch of me looks like in this moment—my skin flushed and body eager—and keeping the images for later, has my throat dry and scratchy. His heated gaze gives me the push I need to raise my fingers to the thin straps of my dress and gently slide them down my shoulders, letting the dress pool at my feet.