My already hard cock turned to steel, my breath picking up as his words sank in.
Pearce: That last point all I thought about was sucking you off. On my way.
Fuck, Pearce teasing like this was a whole new side that I was eager to see more of. My grip tightened on the sealed package, and my pulse fluttered.
Back at the bed, I threw my phone on the mattress and tore the package open after a couple of attempts. The glue or whatever the hell it was that they sealed the damn thing shut with was stupidly secure. Finally freed, the plug felt smooth in my hand. Only once had I tried a plug before, and after I’d gotten over my initial embarrassment, it had been sexy as hell and had done the prep work nicely. Me doing this now with Pearce not only on my mind but on his way home? Heck yes, I was absolutely up for it.
Snagging my phone, I reopened the messages and flicked on the camera symbol. I aimed at the plug, the empty packaging in the background. With the photo taken, I typed:That last point all I thought about was you in me. I best put this to good use.
I hit Send before I could second-guess, barely hearing the whoosh of the message being sent over the pounding in my ears. Taking a deep breath, I placed my cell back down and focused on the smooth black plug. “Right,” I said into the empty room. “I’ve got this.”
CHAPTER12
PEARCE
Not only hadwe won our first game, but Eddie and I had sped through all the bits between our first kiss and what I hoped like hell was a fuck when I got home. Talk about Road Runner speed. I was more than up for it. Even my usual post-game crash was nowhere in sight.
For a moment after I hit Send, letting him know in no uncertain terms I wanted to suck him off, I’d hesitated, wondering if I’d dreamed the whole thing. Since the moment I’d met the man, I’d crushed hard, then fallen fast over the edge of knowing I was in love. That point of no return had happened when we kissed just before my game, and it was the tingle of my lips that reminded me it had most definitely happened.
That connection buoyed me and made me fly high during the whole forty-eight minutes of play time, and all the minutes in between. The fact that I’d sweated my ass off and had also showered, yet the taste of him was still there… yeah, it was enough for me to race out of the stadium like I had the man I craved waiting for me. Happiness bubbled in my gut, hardly believing that I could finally tug that “like” out of my thoughts.
Eddie Phelps was waiting for me, and as I slipped into the back seat of the car I’d organized, since I’d let Eddie use my SUV while he was here, I fought hard to control my dick that wondered if he’d explored my bedside drawer. It had been a risk, directing him there, but at least this way he’d known completely where my head was at.
Once settled, I tugged out my phone, seeing a text notification that I hadn’t heard come in. My heart raced when I opened it. Head spinning as the words blurred from all my blood rushing to my cock, I swallowed hard.
Holy fucking butt plug.
Did I dare consider he’d be greeting me stretched and ready?
My dick strained against my suit pants, hard enough to tear through the fabric if my mind kept up with the visuals. I’d take Eddie any way I could get him. I was vers as fuck and loved nothing more than the idea of him pounding into me, but hot damn if going to town on his ass didn’t make my head spin with want.
Forcing myself to steady my breathing and take control so I didn’t come in my pants, I stared out the window. Ten more minutes and I should be home.
Each minute dragged on as the driver eased through game traffic, and I’d never been more grateful that I wasn’t driving, or that I’d bought a place close by. Driving myself while my dick ran the show would have been dangerous.
Finally pulling into my estate, we passed through the gated security, and I hit the fob to my gates. Once we’d stopped, I said my thanks and all but threw a fifty-dollar bill at the guy as a tip. Each step to the front door was one closer to me losing my mind. My mouth dried at the thought of Eddie greeting me at the door. Naked would be awesome, but I expected Lottie just being a closed door away from a nightmare show of me dropping to my knees and sucking her dad off wouldn’t be the best thing ever. The poor kid would be scarred for life.
I let myself into a quiet house. Most of the lights were off, except for the kitchen and the stairway. A quick glance in the kitchen, my heart beating heavily, showed it was empty. I smiled, hoping on all that was lubed and hard that it meant Eddie was in my room.
I took the stairs two at a time, trying not to make a noise. Mission accomplished, I barreled into my bedroom and stopped short.
Skin. So much fucking delicious skin on display.
With flushed skin, an unwavering gaze, and honest-to-God quivering limbs, Eddie was every fantasy I’d had right here in the flesh.
“Holy fucking Christ.” The words spilled out of me as I shut the door, flipped the lock, and tugged off my tie.
“Twenty minutes is a long time.” He moved his right thigh, angling it out. His soft gasp had my gaze shooting to his face, desperate to see his expression.
Want. Unfiltered, raw desire stared back at me. Never did I truly imagine seeing him this way, especially not so fucking wanton and needy. Eddie was the epitome of control. Sure, we had a shitload of fun, but him laying himself out for me like this, like he was some exquisite banquet to be savored, had my heart beating triple time.
“You just going to stand there?”
Hearing his teasing tone, I smiled, shoving off my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt. “Have you had that in you this whole time?”
He clamped down on his bottom lip and bobbed his head. I couldn’t handle not looking anymore. My gaze drifted down his toned body, taking in the splatter of fur on his chest, his abs, and the trimmed hair around his junk. I licked my lips like a needy fucker, desperate to fulfil the promise I’d made in my text.
The shifting of his thighs, slight jerk of his hips, and his deep groan almost stopped me from hitting jackpot. But no way could I pull my attention away.
