Jockblocked: A Novel (Gridiron Book 2)(53)
The release starts in my toes and winds its way up, twisting and curling until I’m gasping for air. I tug on his head, wanting him to let go, but he shakes me off and delves deeper. His tongue arrows into me, drawing the tension so tight that it’s either give in or implode. I come so hard I nearly pass out.
He holds me as I shake, still drinking me down as if he can’t get enough. Only when I’ve calmed enough to open my eyes does he draw back. His mouth is glistening with the evidence of my enjoyment.
A few seconds later and he’s on the bed, condom in hand.
“How’s the risk/reward assessment going?”
“I’m taking points away if you keep bringing that up,” I warn.
“Fair enough. Which one of us is going to put this on the big guy?” He grins, but there’s a tension behind that smile, a feral need that he’s trying to hide so I won’t be scared off.
I raise my hand, and he slaps the condom into my palm. “Of course you call it big.”
I place one corner of the foil between my teeth and tear.
“Even if I had a tiny dick, I’d say it was a big one. I’d lie to myself until I believed it. No man can walk around with any confidence if he believes his dick is too small.”
“You don’t seem to lack confidence, that’s for sure.” He’s entirely comfortable in his nudity.
“Because I’m big.” He even reaches down to pat his dick, which is, as he describes, big. And actually sort of beautiful. The mushroom-shaped head is flushed an angry red, and the veins push prominently against the skin. He looks…virile and manly and the opposite of me. And even though I’m not one for male nudity, the sight of him on my bed—unclothed and erect—is mouthwatering.
I position the reservoir over the ruddy head of his penis and begin to roll it down. I don’t get much past the head before he puts a hand out to halt me.
“Wait,” he says and pulls my hand away. He holds it to the side while he finishes covering himself with the condom.
“What?”
He closes his eyes for a moment, and when he flashes them open, the bare hunger is no longer shielded. “I’m too close to the edge and would like to be inside you for at least a couple of seconds before I blow my lid.”
He tries to smile, but there’s too much want there to be disguised, and it instills a confidence in me, a surety, that I never really had with a male before. I crook my finger. “I figure you’re good for another round. You did buy a whole box.”
“I did, didn’t I?” He dives for me.
I might be wet, but it’s a tight fit. Partly because I haven’t had sex in a while and partly because he is big. His dick is proportional to the rest of him. Big hands, big feet, broad shoulders. Poised over me, one hand braced by my shoulder and the other guiding the broad head past my entrance, all I can see is him.
He works himself in inch by excruciating inch. The feel of him inside me is headier than I remember. There’s something exquisite about the heavy weight of a body above yours. The way a body like Matt’s presses you into the mattress. How all your senses are engulfed because you can’t see, hear, or feel anything but him.
There’s nothing in my head but the roughness of his hair-covered legs against mine and the smell of his citrus-spiced scent that I suck into my lungs. Beneath my fingers, his shoulder muscles clench as he fights for control to give me everything I need.
He lasts longer than a couple of seconds—much longer. He grits his teeth, mumbles numbers under his breath, and stares off into the distance as he pumps his hips in a steady, perfect rhythm against me. I feel each drag of his plump head along my sensitive tissues as he withdraws and the fierce possession as he drives forward. It’s more wonderful, more erotic than I could have imagined, than I can even put words to.
And the way he’s trying so hard to keep it together long enough for me to enjoy this part as much as when he was kneeling at my feet, his mouth sucking and licking until I came undone, makes my heart squeeze. In this moment, with every part of his body and mind, he’s making the case that he’s worth every risk.
His hard planes rub against my tender parts. And it isn’t just my body that responds to him. My heart opens.
And I know I shouldn’t be feeling these things with him, not for one night. I know I should wrap my emotions up in a tight ball and simply enjoy the physical aspect of it. But between the really amazing sex and the tender, almost loving touch Matt lays against me, I can’t seem to keep it in, keep it together.
I let his warmth seep into every pore.
He dips down, his strong arms holding his body at the perfect angle above mine, and takes my mouth. His tongue makes love to me with the same patient pacing as his body. We suck on each other’s tongues. I hang on his shoulders, wrapping myself around him, arms and legs, until we are one measured, beating being moving in perfect synchronicity.
Why would I want to keep it together? Why not just let go?
He reaches between us, one hand finding my clit. “Here?” he asks.
“Yes, there,” I tell him.
He smiles against my mouth and presses and pinches and pulls the second orgasm out of me.
I’m barely conscious of him tensing and muffling a shout against my shoulder. And when his heavy weight pushes me deeper into the mattress, I only have enough energy to wrap my arms around his torso. I don’t even care that I can barely breathe.