“No funny business until after speeches,” I tell him. “Ok, start over.”
He grumbles, but starts over. It’s much better this time, and his time is better, too. “Much better. 3:02.”
“That works. If I slow down more, I should be golden.”
“And you need to release some of this tension,” I say, reaching up to his shoulders, which are massive. My fingers brush over the skin there, and I massage lightly as I make my way to his chest.
“This is not helping with the tension,” he says, his voice all low and growly.
“Oh,” I say, “do you think this will help?” I drop to my knees in front of him and reach for the band of his sweatpants. Sweatpants which, I should mention, are not hiding a damn thing.
“Jesus,” he hisses, as I pull them down and free his cock. I take a minute to run my hand along his length. He’s long and thick, and I can’t wait to take him in my mouth. He must have the same idea because he cups the back of my head just as he leans forward. I wrap my lips around him, sucking him in as far as I can. Reaching my hands around, I grab onto his ass to steady myself and holy hell, his ass is firm and round.
I lick and suck, greedy for his release. He’s straining to be quiet and god, what I would give for him to let go completely for just a moment.
Again, he breaks our connection before I’m ready. He pulls me up for a kiss, fully lifting me into his arms. Clearly there are advantages to dating an athlete. He walks us over to the bed and lays me down.
“I wasn’t done,” I complain softly.
“And I wasn’t gonna stay standing much longer. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He slides his sweatpants down, pulls off his tee, and joins me on the bed as I shimmy out of my jeans.
Turning to face him, I trace my hand along his still-hard dick. “I think I have some clue.” A bead of pre-cum dots the tip, and I want nothing more than to put him in my mouth. I scoot down towards the end of his bed and straddle his legs, my head hovering just over his dick. The look on his face is all the encouragement I need. Gripping the base of his cock with my right hand, I bend down and swallow the tip of his dick, swirling my tongue along the velvety skin there.
With a muffled curse, he says, “Can I taste you, too?”
“God, yes,” I whimper.
I peel my top off, too, leaving myself exposed in just a bra and thong. He must appreciate the view because he does that growly thing again before he lifts me on top of him and spins me so I’m facing the other direction.
Holy. Hell.
I think I might have met my match.
“You good?” he asks, his hands skimming my ass.
“So good,” I say, wrapping my hands around his cock once more. His thick thighs tremble and I know he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
“You’re tiny,” he says.
“No, you’re just a giant. Everywhere,” I answer as I stroke his cock in one hand and cup his balls with the other.
“Sweet. Fuck. I’m gonna pull you closer, ok, baby?”
And maybe I’m what’s wrong with the world, but I love the way he calls me baby.
Gripping my hips, he pulls me toward him until I can feel the scruff of his beard at my entrance. God.
“You’re so wet. Is that for me, Paige?”
“Mmhmmm,” I hum around his cock, my mouth showering him with hungry kisses.
And then, there's no more talking. Just the sexy, delicious sounds of lips on skin. I can feel Spence’s moan against my most sensitive parts as I take him deep in my mouth. God, the sensations are intense, but then again, so is Spencer.
I find a rhythm, sucking him deep in my mouth as I stroke his base. He arches his hips to meet me. He splays his hands over my ass, gripping tight and spreading my cheeks wide as his tongue drives into me. Suddenly, it’s too much, and I loosen my hold on his cock, thrusting my hips and pushing his tongue deeper into me. His moans urge me on and I hold tight to his thighs as my orgasm tears through me, seemingly never ending. As I fade from the high, I hear him whisper, “Holy shit.” His dick is straining for release right in front of me and that’s all the invitation I need to finish him.
My legs are wobbly, but I manage to turn enough so I’m at a right angle to his hips, giving him the perfect view of my mouth as his cock slides in and out.
“Paige, Jesus…” He grips the comforter, but his eyes don’t leave mine until he tosses his head back in ecstasy, eyes closed, my name once again on his lips.
