“Why is your face so red?”
I lift my gaze to his once more, playing it off. “Nothing. Good morning.”
He smiles and it’s sweet and soft. I haven’t had him look at me like that in so long, my stomach actually flutters. “Good morning.”
“Your mom wants you to come pick her up?” When he frowns, I continue, “I might’ve overheard your conversation.”
“Yeah, total pain in my ass. My coaches are going to be so pissed at me.” He makes a face, running his fingers through his hair, his biceps bulging with the movement.
Be still my throbbing heart, goodness.
“I’ll go get her,” I tell him, sitting up straighter and letting the comforter fall to my waist. “I told you I would last night.”
His gaze drops to my bared chest. “You don’t have to do that,” he tells my breasts.
“I already offered. I want to help you. I know how important the game is to you and how much you don’t want to miss it,” I say. “She doesn’t need you to come get her. I can do it for you.”
His smile is still soft as he fully enters the room, approaching the bed. Approaching me. He stops right in front of me, bending down to kiss my lips. The kiss is soft yet purposeful, and my entire body tingles when he pulls away.
“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he whispers. “Especially on my behalf.”
“I’m not mad,” I say, sitting up straighter.
“Right,” he drawls. “You’re distracting as fuck, I’ll tell you that. Sitting there with your tits out.” He waves a hand at my naked chest.
I flip my hair out of the way so he can get a good look at them. “You’re enjoying the view. And you’re distracting too, with those sweats on.”
He reaches for the waistband, tugging them down some. Not enough to expose himself, but now there’s even more pubic hair on display. “You’re enjoying the view,” he mimics me with a grin.
I shove the covers out of the way and rise up on my knees, my hands going to the waistband of his sweats and pushing his hands away. “Let me,” I whisper.
Just before I shove them down.
His cock is already mostly erect. It doesn’t take much, I think, as I wrap my hand around him and start to stroke. He hisses out a breath, thrusting into my hand all while shaking his head. “We shouldn’t.”
“We are.” My voice is determined.
“I need to text my mom.”
“Uh uh. Don’t tell her you’re not coming to get her. And let’s stop talking about her.” I lean in, delivering an exaggerated open-mouthed kiss to the tip of his dick. His mouth drops open when I do, his gaze zeroed in on that very spot. “We have other matters to take care of first.”
“Baby.” He sounds in pain. “I gotta take a shower and get the hell out of here. It’s already late.”
“You have a few more minutes,” I say before I wrap my lips around the entire head and begin to suck.
His hands sink into my hair as I work my mouth up and down his cock, his mouth hanging open slightly, like he’s in shock and can’t believe this is happening. I keep my gaze locked on his, my fingers wrapped tightly around the base as I suck him deep into my mouth.
I’ve given Eli Bennett quite a few blowjobs since we’ve been together, but most of the time, they’re done in the dark. Not that I’m shy or anything when it comes to him and us, but…
I don’t know, I always felt like I was lacking in the BJ department, especially when we were first together. I was young and had zero experience.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to come,” he warns, as if it’s a bad thing.
I cup his balls with my other hand, taking him deeper into my mouth. I want him to come. In our relationship, he’s always been the giver. I give too, but a lot of the time, it would feel imbalanced.
Right now, I want to give. Give and give and give.
“Ava.” He says my name as a warning.