His eyes heated and arousal pooled between my thighs, which he felt when he ran his finger between the lips of my pussy.
“You’re really wet,” he moaned, taking his cock in hand. “Is it normal?”
“Yes,” I panted. His finger didn’t stop stroking and when the tip entered my sex the muscles clenched as nerve endings sizzled. “It’s because of you. You arouse me and make my sex wet, swollen, and achy to be filled.”
“Touching you like this makes my cock rock hard and there’s a sensation that keeps running along the length. It pools at the head.” His breathing uneven, his eyes were still fused to what he was doing between my legs, and then all of a sudden he dropped to his belly and kissed me.
He opened me up with his fingers and licked with quick swipes of his tongue. While his mouth and tongue loved me, his heated eyes lifted to mine.
The pleasure became too much as my gaze roamed over his body and fell on his erection. It twitched and throbbed and I ached to feel it again. I quickly yanked off my dress, followed with my bra, and tossed it across the room.
Stryker’s, “Oh, fuck,” was the only warning I had. The next thing he hovered over me, his gaze on my breasts, the nipples calling to him with how hard and erect they were.
“I’m going to come again, too soon.” He dipped his head and lapped at a nipple.
I couldn’t help but squirm with the arousal rushing through me, and when I felt the base of his shaft against my naked pussy, I froze. So did Stryker. He lifted his eyes to mine and rubbed.
My eyes rolled and I knew I’d let him do anything he wanted to me. Except the more he ground against me, and lapped at my nipples, I knew I’d be coming before he even got inside me. From Stryker’s breathing, I knew he was close as well.
And then he stopped.
He raised his head, and asked, “What do you want me to do?”
My confident man was asking me even though he looked as though he was losing control.
Without words, I pulled him down on top of me, wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed him. While we were locked in the tender kiss, he rocked against me, seconds later I convulsed in pleasure before I felt his wet release between us.
Sliding my fingers through his hair, I held him in place so that he knew exactly where I wanted him to stay.
“I want so much with you Stryker,” I admitted, hoping my words didn’t scare him away.
But as his forehead rested against mine, I knew there had been no need to worry. “You need to be safe, Evie. That’s my priority. But my heart wants what you do.”
“That makes me happy…” I sighed and then said, “I need to get you a cell phone.”
He blinked at my rapid change of subject. “As much as I’d love to be able to get hold of you anywhere. I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. I’d have to keep it hidden as they couldn’t know I had one.”
I hoped that I hid my question well, because there was real fear in his eyes talking about a cell.
“Leave the cell for now,” he added, but then his worry turned to a smile on his lips. “I need to clean you up.” His grinned widened.
I chuckled. “You like me being covered with your release, don’t you?”
“Hell, yeah.” He quickly kissed me on the nose and climbed off the bed, holding his jeans up. “I’ll grab a washcloth from the bathroom.”
As I watched him saunter to grab a washcloth, I realized that he’d have to leave me soon to go back to his apartment. I wondered if Patrick knew that I wasn’t home. Knew that Stryker wasn’t either. Would he put two and two together and come up with the correct answer?
Chapter 12 ~ Stryker
SHOWERING AT THE GYM with a hard dick was something that hadn’t happened to me before. Normally, after working out, I’d be ready for sleep, or wired for more, instead of some action. But after lying with Evie last night and being close to her, my body had been constantly hard.
Even when I’d snuck out of the apartment to head back to mine, my body had cried out for her. So had my heart. It was the thought of bringing trouble to her door that had me moving my ass regardless.
Coach had noticed my distraction even though he’d kept his mouth shut. All I’d have done anyway was deny it.
As the heat of the water came down on my tense muscle, I heard someone enter the showers. A quick glance over my shoulder told me it was Carter. He was the only other man in the gym that I’d considered asking for help. But the question in my mind was what would happen if I trusted the wrong person. Since my father, I hadn’t trusted anyone. Coach needed his salary so I hadn’t risked trusting him to that extent before, but Evie. Evie I trusted. I wasn’t ready to trust her with the full story of my life, but I trusted her to keep anything I told her to herself. Now though, I was tempted to trust Carter.
“You want to do some sparring tomorrow?” he asked, out of the blue.