Finally, I suck him in until he hits the back of my throat. He moans loudly, shoving his pelvis up.
I increase my suction while still massaging his ass. He mutters something then hisses my name, thrusting slightly. I alternate between sucking hard then slowing down, watching him fight the urge to open his eyes. My own desire runs hot, singeing through me. His stomach constricts and starts to tremble, while his fingertips dig into my scalp. My heart races faster, knowing he’s completely under my control. When his balls tighten against my chin, I move to his head again.
“You can open your eyes now,” I hum against his soft skin.
The moment he sees me on my knees, in my orange cheer uniform, sucking him deep, he explodes.
“Holy fucking shit!” he yells, pumping once more then releasing down my throat.
“Figured the athletic maintenance room wasn’t really your fantasy of uniform sex, so I wanted to give you something to think about.”
His eyes darken, and he reaches up, twisting me to my back. “Tell me you’re ready?”
I widen my legs, and he slips into me easily.
“Thank fucking God.” He leans down and sweeps his lips across my mouth “That was fucking hot. Now, I’m going to make sure you think of the same thing each time you wear this uniform.”
I arch into him, clenching hard. “Yes.”
He drives into me deep, hitting the right spot with each thrust. Our bodies rock together as he sets the pace. My hands glide up his back then grip his neck, pulling his mouth to mine. I kiss him slowly, running my tongue along the seam of his lips then nipping lightly. He swivels his hips and then stops, pushing flush against me.
My legs wrap around his waist and he leans back, grinning. Then he starts to move, this time rougher, going as deep as he can. His strokes intensify, and I close my eyes, feeling each sensation as he moves inside of me. The pressure builds low in my stomach and I loosen my hold on his neck, moving my hands to his back.
He reaches between us and grazes over my sensitive skin, setting me off. My eyes fly open and lock with his. Then stars cloud my vision as waves of pleasure roll through me. He slows his movements but doesn’t stop as I come down from my high.
He lays his forehead against mine and holds our stare. His eyes shine bright as love pours out of him. “You own me.”
I nod, hoping my face tells him the same.
Chapter 16
I walk anxiously into the coffee shop and look around for Shana. It’s been a few weeks since I saw her at the football game and her call to meet came out of the blue. She didn’t specify what she wanted to talk about and I didn’t care. Because, seriously, who would decline a meeting with Shana Willis?
She gives me a small wave from a back booth. Her smile is so bright it’s contagious. When I get to the table, she bounces up and throws one arm around me.
“Hi there,” she practically sings. “Thanks for meeting me.”
“Always,” I answer.
“You look nervous,” she observes, sitting down.
“I can’t help it.”
“Isn’t it time you start to get comfortable with me?”
“It’s not really that, but a part of me can’t believe I know you. Three months ago, I’d get drunk and pretend to interview Quinn, doing my best imitation of you. Now, we’re having coffee. It’s surreal.”
“Stop!” She tosses her hands up. “There’s nothing special about me. I can’t take that shit.”
“Okay, I’ll try to behave.”
A waitress comes over and takes our order, clearly recognizing Shana. When she delivers our drinks, her hands are shaking. I raise an eyebrow to Shana, who hides her grin.
“I have to admit, there are several reasons I asked you to meet me.”
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“Okay.”