Plunge (Alpha Athletes 1)

Finally, the song ended and I realized neither one of us had moved.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he whispered in my ear.

It was like last time, except now I had all the information. I knew what this man was capable of doing. I knew he could screw me and not look back. I knew I would wake up alone tomorrow. I knew what it felt like when he looked in my eyes. I knew what he tasted like. I knew how my body shattered when he was inside me. I knew all of those things. And I knew I was going to say yes.

“Do you have a curfew?” I asked, locking my hotel room behind us. It seemed like a dumb question, but if Blaine was going to come up with an excuse to ditch me, I wanted to get it out in the open now.

He reached for my face, dragging my lips under his.

I moaned at the forcefulness. He was so fucking sexy and confident.

“No, love. No curfew until the games open.”

He peeled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. I stared, remembering I had seen this glorious body once before. It didn’t mean I’d ever get used to it.

He tilted my chin upward before taking a fistful of hair in his hands, yanking my head for a powerful kiss. He thrust his tongue between my lips and I sucked and bit, hungry to taste him again. My hands trailed over his skin, tracing the smoothness of his chest when I landed on his buckle.

I couldn’t describe every man in detail I had slept with, but a cock like Blaine Crews’s was not one I’d ever forget. I knew every part of it intimately and knowing we were getting ready to get reacquainted had my panties on fire. I slung the belt buckle off his button and smiled when I unzipped the zipper.

As I shoved the khakis from his hips he found the zipper on the side of my skirt and shimmied it over my hips.

God, things were going fast. Too fast. But I couldn’t slow it down even if I wanted to. I looked into Blaine’s eyes when he shoved me backward on the bed.

I sunk into the feather mattress. “What the—”

But he knelt between my knees. “There’s something I wanted last time we were together.” His index finger drew a lazy circle on the top of my thigh and I sighed. He snapped the side of my panties.

“Oh.” I swallowed hard.

“I never got a taste, love.” He kissed along the top of the lace and snatched the fabric with his teeth.

Oh my God. I watched as he ripped them at the seam. His eyes filled with lust. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. I was completely turned on and fascinated by everything he did to my body. Every nerve ending pulsed.

He ran his thick fingers through my slit and I moaned. “Shit, Blaine,” I cursed through my teeth. He had to see how swollen and needy my clit was.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He lowered his head between my legs. He blew a steady breath and I bucked forward desperate to feel his tongue. Desperate to feel his fingers.

He propped my heels on his massive shoulders and started a slow lick around my entrance, stopping to circle my clit.

“Ohh.” I clutched at the sheets, bucking for more.

“Feels good?” He looked up to watch my reaction.

I nodded. It felt like pure intoxicating sin. I wanted more than one lick.

“Do it again,” I begged. My voice raspy and unrecognizable.

He grinned, settling between my thighs. This time his tongue dipped inside me before blazing a trail to my throbbing nub. I squirmed.

His fingers parted my folds. I felt exposed in a way I’d never experienced. His hungry eyes raked over me.

“I’m going to make you come so hard tonight, love.”

He clamped over my clit, sucking eagerly before filling me with his fingers. I thrust my hips into the air, needing the pressure. Wanting to explode in his mouth with the rush of my heated orgasm.

His tongue lashed and flicked. “So fucking wet. So sweet.” He dove forward again, this time striking my G-spot with his fingers until I was writhing on the bed. It was as if he had lit a slow charge of fireworks inside my belly and was waiting for each one of them to detonate.

He yanked my hips closer to the edge of the bed. With all the rocking, I had moved too far for his liking.