The Endgame (Atlanta Lightning 1)

“Yesss, fuck yes,” he hissed out.

With noticeably less skill than usual, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Anson lifted his hips so I could tug them down, but I didn’t remove his underwear. Christ, he was so fucking sexy, all muscle and looking at me with hooded, fiery eyes. “Put your head on the pillows.”

He nodded and did as I asked. I took off my pants and underwear but left his jersey on. I crawled onto the bed like a predator stalking my prey. And he was that. I wanted to dominate him, to own him. To make him mine so I could do anything I wanted with him.

On my hands and knees, I leaned over him and moved in like I was going to take his mouth. He searched mine out, but I turned at the last second. “You fucker,” he said as I pressed my lips to a bruise on his chest. “Oh,” he added quietly, giving me a shy smile.

“Let me kiss them to make them better.” It was cheesy as fuck, but I didn’t care, especially when his gaze softened and he looked at me in a way that penetrated my soul. Like there was more to us, like I was precious to him and not just someone who was good in bed or would look good on his arm. Like I was more than the fuckup who disappointed my family, more than someone who was expected to ruin things, more than someone who needed to change to fit values that weren’t mine. Anson’s gaze told me I was more.

I kissed another of the purple splotches on his torso, licked my way to another, each time pressing my lips across a spot where he’d taken a beating during the game.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his body writhing beneath me as if I was treating him to the most sensual pleasure.

I kissed my way down his stomach, to the bruise on his hip bone and the one on his side, tasting the skin as I went.

“West…please…” he begged. I knew we didn’t have much time. My phone call had wasted most of it. I also knew I wouldn’t need the condoms I’d brought with me. When he finally had me or gave me his ass, I didn’t want to be rushed.

“What do you want, Bashful? Tell me. I want to hear the words, otherwise I’m not going to do anything except make out with your body until you leave.” He chuckled, then cupped the back of my head, ran his fingers through my hair, and pushed me toward his groin. “Ticktock. We don’t have much time. Tell me.”

“Suck my dick,” Anson replied, his voice hoarse with obvious need.

“So vulgar.”

“Use my cock to shut you up?” he countered, and damned if I didn’t laugh.

Stop making me like you. But really, I didn’t want him to stop.

I licked along the band of his underwear where it rested against his muscular stomach before moving down. I didn’t take them off, just nudged my face into his groin, breathed him in, and mouthed his cock and balls through the fabric. Anson thrust up and pushed my head down at the same time.

“Please, fuck, I need your mouth.” He pushed harder, almost to the point where it hurt, while I rubbed my face all over him.

I knelt between his spread thighs, tugged his underwear off, and tossed them aside, then lifted my jersey up and slowly stroked my shaft.

“That is so goddamned hot, seeing you touch yourself while you’re wearing my number. I swear that’s gonna be imprinted on my brain for the rest of my life.”

I liked that, the thought of always owning a piece of him.

Anson licked his lips, and I asked, “You want my cock too?”

“Fuck yes.”

I kept stroking as I said, “So spoiled. You always get your way. Slide down the bed some.” I lay on my side next to him, my face close to his groin and Anson’s to mine. “This would be easier if I could take the jersey off.”

“It stays on,” Anson replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. It made my dick twitch. Bossy Anson was hot.

“If we get come on it, you have to buy me a new one,” I teased, then leaned in and took him deep into my mouth.

“Fuck!” Anson thrust as if he hadn’t expected it. Sixty-nine wasn’t my favorite, but I knew he wanted my dick too, and Anson had never done this with a man. I wanted him to have every experience.

I kept my legs spread, my cock bobbing as I blew his. He breathed for a moment, watching my mouth, and then his hand went around my shaft, followed by hot, wet suction. My hips automatically bucked forward, making him gag. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”