“I can’t wait. Speaking of which, do you want to get out of here?”
Hell yeah, I do.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
* * *
Sutton
“You sure about this?”Devin whispers, glancing around like hotel security might descend on the rooftop pool at any moment. “We might get caught.”
“So we’ll have to be quick.” I peel off my jeans and toss them on a lounger. “That won’t be a problem, will it?”
“Not as long as you’re wearing that jersey.” He pushes me up against the wall, his hard body pinning me to the cool stone. It’s chilly, but this is Atlanta, not College Park, and Devin has enough body heat to keep us both warm. “If I had my way, this jersey is the only thing you’d ever wear.”
I reach for his belt, making quick work of the buckle. “That would certainly make life interesting.”
“It would be just like one of your pornalicious audiobooks,” he says, peppering kisses down the column of my neck as I unbutton his jeans.
“What have you been listening to?”
Because that definitely didn’t happen in any of the books I own.
“Less talking, more kissing,” he says, attempting to change the subject as I drag his zipper down and free his cock. “We’re in a time crunch, remember?”
Oh, I remember. And I’ll remember to follow up on his most recent audiobook purchases too.
Devin cups my ass with his big, capable hands and desire flares in his eyes, red-hot and molten. “I see I’m not the only one going commando tonight.”
I grin. “It’s so much faster this way.”
He lifts me into the air and I wrap my legs around his waist as he positions himself at my entrance, eyes locked on mine. “I love you.”
Warmth floods my body, the tender words wrapping themselves around my heart as I brush my lips across his. “I love you, too.”
If someone had told me four months ago that I’d be head-over-heels for DJ Parker by New Year’s, I never would have believed them, but now I can’t imagine my life without him in it. In just a few short months, he’s become as integral to me as gymnastics. As breathing.
And not just because he gives killer orgasms.
“Christ, you’re wet.” The head of his cock rubs my clit and pleasure ripples through my body.
“I’ve been waiting all day for this.” I roll my hips, desperate to ease the growing ache between my legs. “I need you inside me, Devin.”
Right. Freaking. Now.
He kisses me, long and hard, and then, in one fluid motion, he seats himself to the hilt, filling me completely. My body clenches around him and I tip my head back, giving myself over to pleasure as he moves inside me.
I’m on the pill and while we still use condoms most of the time, there are nights like this where I relish the skin-to-skin contact, the feel of Devin’s cock sliding into my pussy with no barrier to separate us.
He increases the pace and I lock my ankles behind his back, levering myself upward to change the angle, chasing my own orgasm. In this position, it builds quickly and soon I’m panting, desperate for release.
Devin grips my ass hard, his rough fingers digging into my flesh as his orgasm takes him. He groans and buries his face in my neck and then I’m spiraling over the edge with him, pleasure rocking my body even as fireworks explode at the edges of my vision, brilliant shades of red, white, and purple imprinting on the back of my eyelids.
We ride out the aftershocks together and then he deposits me on the lounger, where I lie boneless, unable to even put on my own pants.
Best. Orgasm. Ever.
I sigh, completely sated. “I think I hallucinated fireworks.”
