The sane answer was: hell no.
***
Hancock
“Come to the balcony with me,” I ordered, holding out my hand for her. “And lose the bra.”
She looked down at the bra, then looked at my hand.
Taking it, I helped her stand and let it go as she deftly unhooked the bra that she’d just put on.
The moment her breasts were free again, my hard cock became harder.
God, she was magnificent.
Her porcelain white skin was milky and smooth. Then there were her pretty pink nipples.
Though they were on the larger side, I found them to be freakin’ perfect.
I couldn’t wait to see how much of those pretty nipples I could fit into my mouth.
And God, her pussy was addictive.
Waiting for her to look into my eyes, I brought up the finger that’d only moments before been inside of her, and sucked the juices off in one long lick.
Her eyes widened, and that beautiful blush that she’d had all night came back out to play.
“You’re crazy,” she whispered.
I grinned, letting her know I took no offense to that title and held out my hand once again.
“Come ‘ere,” I ordered.
She easily put her hand inside mine, and I walked with her to the balcony doors.
Once we were standing directly in front of them, I reached to the side and hit the lights, plunging the room into darkness.
“I had some wine brought out here for you,” I told her.
“What about you?” she asked causally.
“No wine for me. Not before tomorrow’s game,” I admitted.
Though, I likely wouldn’t have had any with her anyway. I was more of a beer guy than a wine guy.
Sway hummed in understanding and pushed the large glass sliding door open.
It rolled almost silently as she pushed, and then I followed her outside, my feet just as bare and quiet as hers as we made our way across the tiled balcony.
“This place is amazing,” Sway gasped as she took in the view of the river down below.
It was. Every time we came to this city, I stayed in this hotel just because of the view.
The team had stayed here when I was a rookie, and then they’d changed venues the next couple of times.
The coaches forced the entire team to stay in the same place, and that was fine…if they were staying in a place I wanted to stay. Lucky for me they picked the good venue in this particular city, so I didn’t have to act like I stayed at one hotel when I really stayed at another.
“Are we on the top floor?” she asked absently as she looked over the balcony.
The sight she made, made my breath catch, and I had to resist the urge to walk up behind her, bend my knees, and sink inside of her.
Though she’d probably enjoy it—and I knew for sure I would enjoy it—I chose to have a conversation with her first before I took her again.
We needed to be on the same page before we went any further.
“We’re two floors below the top,” I told her. “The top floors are penthouses that the owners live in.”
“Ahh,” she nodded her head in understanding. “I’d live here too, if I could. This place puts mine to shame.”
“Your place isn’t that bad,” I noted.
She smiled at me over her shoulder.
“It used to be my grandmother’s,” she explained, turning around.
My breath hitched in my throat at her beauty.
Standing there, the concrete wall of the balcony at her back, her chest jutted forward as she leaned her elbows against the top of the railing, and her hair moved all around her, swaying in the soft breeze that came off the river.
I could barely make out her creamy white breasts, and everything else was cast in shadows as the darkness surrounded us.
“I bought my house from an old man,” I shifted in my seat, glad that I still had my towel. “He reminded me of my grandfather.”
If my cock was out in the open and free to do what it wanted, then it’d likely have her attention focused on it. Instead, her eyes were on my face, but had it been uncovered, she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from looking.
“I didn’t buy mine,” she grimaced. “My grandmother is renting it out to me until she decides what she wants to do with it. She had a fall a few weeks ago, and she and my family decided that it was in her best interest to be under supervision while she recovered.”
My brows rose.
“She’s in there for good,” she answered my silent question. “She thinks it’s only temporary, but it’s not. She broke her hip—but a retirement home that can manage her meds and keep an eye on her at this point is best, and even she knows it. She was having trouble before she was injured. I’d offered to help, but I travel too much with the team, as does my brother, but with his team. Though, she’d never admit that she’s in need of help. This way she saves face.”