“Won’t Coach be mad?” My brows furrow together in realization that he might be in trouble for coming to see me.
He rolls his eyes. “I was benched anyway.”
“Are you upset?”
His green eyes twinkle. “Not anymore.”
My heart soars. I can’t help myself. Leaning forward, I peck his lips. He doesn’t retreat, so I kiss him again, leaving my lips there longer. When I start to pull away, he turns and presses my back against the wall beside my door. His lips fuse to mine and his tongue slides into my mouth as if it belongs there. I welcome it with a moan. Between my spread legs, he grinds his now-hard cock against my aching center. Zings of pleasure flitter through me. I’ve been dreaming of a million variations of what we’re doing since last weekend.
“Where are your pants?” he murmurs against my lips.
“Who cares?”
“Goddammit, Rylie. You’re too tempting for me. I’m not strong like I should be.” He kisses me hard until we’re both panting for air.
“I want you too. It’s okay.”
He nips at my bottom lip before resting his forehead against mine. His green eyes are intense as he stares me down. “We can’t have sex. It’s…”
Wrong.He thinks it’s wrong. My heart sinks.
“It’s illegal,” he finishes, but his hips rock against me.
I love the way his hard cock rubs against my clit through my panties. His shorts are thin and I can feel every part of him. It’s hot and dizzying.
“Nobody has to know.”
He groans as if he’s torn. “If we ever crossed that line, I’d never be able to get back over it. I’d want you all the time and then someone would find out, baby. They’d turn us in and take us to jail. I can deal with prison, but you’re too sweet and pretty to be locked away.” His cock rubs harder and quicker against me. “I can’t even think about it.”
“This is okay, though, right? We can come without going to prison,” I murmur.
He bites my lip and pulls on it with his teeth before letting go. Fire blazes in his gaze. “Can you come like this?”
“Can you?” I challenge.
He hisses as he works his hips. “I can. I fucking will. I want you to come too.”
“Keep doing that and I will.”
His mouth presses kisses along my cheek and jaw until he’s breathing on my neck near my ear. It’s hot and turns me on. I dig my heels into his ass and knock his hat off his head so I can run my fingers through his messy hair.
Like he already knows my body better than I do, he works his hips in a way that has me seeing stars quickly. When I start to shudder, an orgasm nearing, he nips at my earlobe.
“If our lives were different and there weren’t stupid fucking laws, I’d pull your wet panties to the side and fuck you raw, Rylie. I’d be the one to take your virginity and earn all your screams of pleasure. You know I would, baby.”
His words are too much. I throw my head back and give in to the orgasm that slices through me. He sucks hard on my neck and growls against my flesh. Each thrust becomes erratic and then his cock throbs between us as he reaches his own climax, soaking through his shorts. I turn to mush in his arms and relax. Lazily, he kisses my neck reverently.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He pulls away, his green eyes glimmering with an emotion I know is mirrored in my own gaze. “I love you too.”
My legs slide down and I stand. His eyes never leave mine as he slides his hand under my T-shirt and touches my pussy over my panties.
“Soaked, heathen. You’re a mess.” His devilish smirk has my knees buckling. He pulls me against him as his grin widens. “You’re going to have to get cleaned up. I’m taking you out, birthday girl.”
I blink at him. “You are?”
“I promised you a tattoo. Unless you’ve chickened out?” He laughs and starts clucking like a chicken.
