Paige parted her lips and let his thickness in. She swiveled her tongue over his glans, slurping up the sweetness of his excitement.
She sucked his salty male flesh faster, harder.
“Oh my God,” Lance gasped. His grunts and groans were like music to Paige's ear. She loved to make a man whimper, to reduce him to a panting mess, and lord knew, it'd been far too long since she'd heard that particular song …
And then she heard a new song: loud, annoying, electronic. It was Lance's cell phone.
“Shit. Sorry.” He grabbed the phone off the nightstand, looked at the caller ID, and rejected the call. “I'll talk to him later.”
The cell phone was returned to the nightstand, and Paige wrapped her lips around his cock again.
But a few seconds later, Lance's cell phone was screaming again.
“God damn it, leave me alone,” Lance swore, rejecting the call a second time.
“That ringer is awful.” Paige wiped at her lips. The annoying interruptions were killing the mood. “Is that your team? Do you have to go or something?”
“It's not the team, it's some other asshole. Whatever he wants can wait. I'll just turn my phone off.”
“Okay …”
Lance scooped her off the floor easily and tossed her onto the bed. “Anyway, it'smyturn to go down on you.”
He pulled her leggings off. The panties she'd worn to work weren't sexy at all, and Paige once again felt a wave of embarrassment, but Lance didn't seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn't care. He tugged the panties down her legs, bunched them into a ball in his fist and tossed them over his shoulder.
And then the muscle-bound athlete spread her legs, lowered himself between her thighs, and began to lick at her heat.
“Oh … my …God,” she panted as Lance painted perfect brushstrokes with his tongue.
She'd forgotten something: Lance wasreallygood with his tongue. He sucked and licked at her folds, her clit quickly hardening into a sensitive nub.
“You're so good at that,” she cooed, keeping a tight fistful of his short hair in her hand.
He stuck his wide finger in her opening. His finger alone filled her better than her exevercould. He thrust his finger in and out, filling her inch by inch, his talented tongue alwayslap-lap-lappingat her clit. A brightness began to glow in her belly and a trembling rattled her limbs.
“You'resocreamy right now, babe. I fucking love it.”
“That's because I'm about to come,” she said with a tremble in her voice. She laid a shocked and embarrassed hand over her eyes. Her muscles tightened, her whole body clenching with the promise of a coming climax.
Lance finger-fucked Paige deeper, harder, faster. His wet, hot tongue swirled on her clit with the perfect pressure.
“Oh my God, Lance, I'm coming!” she shrieked.
The tension boiled over, and waves of pleasure exploded through her body. Lance never stopped licking or fingering, and one wave of ecstasy after another crashed over her. Paige's pleasured moans turned to screams, and her legs helplessly thrashed against the mattress.
Gently, Lance began to slow, guiding her through the blissful storm and back to her senses.
When she opened her eyes, Lance was cuddled next to her. His arm was possessively wrapped around her waist. His body heat was like a furnace against her side, and she felthimpoking against her thigh.
He started to chuckle. “Paige. Oh my God. That wassohot. Just like I remembered it.”
“Yeah …” She could barely speak. Her nerves were still thrumming like the strings of a guitar.
“You're so flushed.” He put his hand against her cheek. “You're on fire, actually.”
She wrapped her fingers around his thick forearm. “Kiss me, Lance.”
He didn't need to be told twice. An immense heat ignited between their juicy, sweltering lips. And Paige knew it now. She wanted him. Again. She wanted the father of her daughter inside her, now more than ever.
