Page 87 of Off Court Fix
“Louder,” I growl. “So they canhearyou.”
She licks her lips and lets her voice roll out. “I want to play in Ohio.”
I place my hands on my hips. “And what are you going to do?”
“I’m playing in Cincinnati.” This time, her voice almost echoes, stopping me in my tracks.
“You bet your ass you are.”
And then that ass is in my hands, and her legs snake around me. I’m taken by surprise again, but not enough that I don’t know how to react. We’re back against the fence, and I glide my hand up her smooth legs, seeking the tie to her swimsuit.
“Now what?” I growl into her mouth as it opens, tugging my tongue prisoner. “What do you want?”
With full confidence, Maxine pulls her mouth from mine. “I want you to fuck me.”
Her body contours against mine as I pull the strings loose, fighting her squirms while still trying to keep her pinned against the fence with one hand. I free one tie, not bothering with the other, instead letting her reach down between us for the button of my shorts. And then I’m out and wrapped in her hot hand. She guides me in, but as soon as I’m deep inside, I already want more—more of her body, her voice, her fucking soul as I pump in and out of her.
“Tell me,” I grit into the crook of her sweet neck. “Let them hear it.”
The two of us are held captive in secrecy, and sometimes the way I’m kept from her nearly strangles me. I want this moment to be different—loud and out in the open. I want the world—or at least her neighbors, the birds, the crickets, all of mother nature—to hear the sounds she makes for me and only me.
“Maxine.” Between thrusts, I pull back to look at her, the half-mast eyes, lip she’s bruising with her own teeth. “Letthemhear it.”
And she does—on surround sound.
More.
Deeper.
Harder.
Don’t stop.
Keep going.
I’d sooner die than stop, than deny both of us this moment, the moment Maxine breaks through the prison she’s put herself in. I’ll never take it for granted, the second her gorgeous face freezes, only made more beautiful by the sound of her screaming my name without a care in the world as she tightens, spasming and clenching around me.
It’s easy to hold still because I’m so entranced by the intense flush of her cheeks, the moans and delicious whimpers she continues to release. I let one hand slide up her neck to grip her chin that she has tilted up and tug it down. Hooded eyes meet mine, and I nearly burst when she presses her swollen lips into a prideful smirk. Because there’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and takes it—especially if it’s me.
“Atta girl,” I whisper because it’s me who can’t find the strength of my voice.
And I bury my face back into her neck, decorating the column with wet, frantic kisses as I resume my thrusts.
Maxine’s fingers wind in my hair, continuing to whisper my name as I tremble my release deep inside her.
I press my lips to the heavenly spot beneath her ear. “That’s my girl.”
I’m somewherebetween my seventh and seventieth dream when soft, smooth lips begin leaving a trail of kisses along my collarbone.
“I know I joked that I can keep up with you even though I’m fifteen years older,” I half mumble, half slur as I open my eyes to find Maxine’s dark head of hair. “But I was only kidding. I can’t.”
Oh, now she’s using her tongue, and every muscle of my body is exhausted beyond belief except the one Maxine nonchalantly brushes with her hand.
She smirks against my skin. “You told me to go after what I want.”
Maxine did. On the court, off it, in the outdoor shower after we rinsed court clay from parts of our body clay had no business being in, and then later, half in the kitchen, a quarter on the stairs, and the rest in her bedroom. But maybe it’s not Maxine’s age or libido I’m surprised by. Maybe I hadn’t given her athleticism and conditioning enough thought.
I’ve never been so exhausted.
