Wet and hot. If I reached over and slid my fingers beneath her legs, she’d be soaked. As much as I want to have her in my mouth, I need to wait my turn because the longer I hold out and the harder I make her work for it, the wetter, hotter, and happier she is.
Her feather-light touches have turned firmer. She cups my balls, rolling them between her fingers, the tips of her digits pressing into that sensitive area right behind my ball sack.
Hard to think when a woman’s touching you like that. Hard to breathe. Hard to do anything but close your eyes and sink into that erotic embrace.
The orgasm I try to hold off tickles at the base of my cock. She’s trying to pull it out of me, one long, sexy drag of her tongue at a time. I’m trying to stave it off. She’s going to win. There’s no way I could ever hold out against her.
The best I can do is lengthen the moment by exerting a little self-control. Okay, a fuck-ton of self-control.
It takes my entire lifetime of discipline and training on the field not to wrench myself from her grip, throw her up onto her back, and pound into her like I’m going to die if I don’t get my cock between her legs.
But I’m only human and when she starts moaning and that hum runs along the spine of my dick, the thin thread holding my orgasm at bay snaps clean through.
She knows it too. The devilment in her eyes sparkles, along with a heavy dose of lust, as she peers up at me right before taking me down her throat.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
The rush of release barrels down my spine and out my cock to pour down her luscious throat. My hand drops away from her hair so I don’t accidentally choke her on my cock. At this point, I’m done in. No control left. Not a single ounce.
Lainey swallows me whole, every drop, leaving me completely wasted.
“Good morning,” she whispers, “Ready to get up?”
“No fucking way. We’re not close to done.” I dig my fingers into her hips and drag her over my mouth. She’s needy right now. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated. Her whole body is flushed from her pretty cheeks to the valley between her breasts. I pull her close, inhaling her scent. “I’d think you know you aren’t leaving until I get my mouth on you.”
Under my grip, she shudders. “You’re going to have to hurry. The sun’s coming up.”
“Fuck the sun.”
“Hurry anyway,” Lainey husks out.
“It’s my turn to run the show here.” My voice sounds harsh in the quiet hotel room. Lainey shudders in delight. I latch onto her with mouth and tongue and even a tiny bit of teeth because that’s how she likes it. And the hotter she gets, the harder I become. I feel the vibrations spread from her shaking thighs into my core and out to every nerve ending in my entire body.
The blood pounds in my ears like a hammer as I devour her.
“Nick. Nick,” she chants. Her body writhes against my mouth. I clamp her down harder so she can’t evade my questing tongue.
“Nick,” she says sharply and finally, I register that she really wants my attention.
I loosen my grip and peer at her face, which is no longer taut with arousal but frowning.
“There’s someone at the door,” she hisses.
I roll my head to the side and eye the double doors that lead into the suite. I guess the pounding in my ears wasn’t my blood racing but room service.
“Go away,” I shout.
“No can do, Rook. We need to talk.”
“Peters?” I mouth to Lainey.
She sucks in her lower lip and whimpers.
My dick is throbbing and Lainey looks terrified. It’s not a good combo. For some reason, Chip’s nastiness really comes out in full display when Lainey’s around. I don’t want her exposed to that shit. “Go away,” I repeat.
“Can’t do that. Coach has something for you.”
Lainey brings a fist to her mouth.
“It’s not even five in the fucking morning.”
“We have a game to win. I figured you would want to see this, but I guess you’re more interested in yourself than your team.”
Great. The reporters are already up my ass about this unhappy locker room thing. Frustrated, I haul my unhappy body out of bed and stalk over to the closet, where I find two robes. I shrug one on even though It doesn’t really fit around my shoulders and throw the other one to Lainey.
She clutches it to her chest and runs to the bathroom while I stomp to the door. I jerk it open. “What is it, Peters?”
Chip has one hand in his pocket and the other is folded around a DVD case. “Coach wanted me to run some film by you before the game tomorrow.” He peers around the room, taking in the discarded clothes strewn about. “I see you have a guest. You know that’s against the team rules.”