“Fuck.” My body jolts as his mouth kisses my mound, his fingers rubbing me over the lace. I can feel the wetness between my legs coat the sheer material of my panties. And if I can feel it, he can feel it too. “More.”
“Hell, yes.”
Tucking his fingers under the elastic, he pulls the panties off and throws them somewhere into the darkness. And then he’s back between my legs, his mouth on my pussy.
There is no teasing with him, it’s like he’s a man on a mission. His tongue laps from top to bottom, swirling around my opening before he dives in. My fingers clench into fists as I try to hold on to a little bit of sanity, but he drives me crazy in the best way possible, and I don’t want this to end.
His tongue flicks over my clit that’s pulsing with need, before he sucks it into his mouth. At the same time, he slides two fingers inside me.
“Ah.”
Full. He makes me feel so fucking full, and he’s not even inside me. But even this isn’t enough.
“Nixon,” I moan, desperately trying to cling to… something.
“So fucking wet,” he hums against my pussy. His mouth, his warm breath and tongue, it’s all just so much.
“Please,” I plead, not even sure for what. “I need…”
“Me too, baby.”
His eyes catch mine, a wicked grin on his face making his dimples pop out. Making one final sweep between my lips, he pulls back.
“Condom?” I breathe. If I don’t feel him soon, I’m going to burst.
“Pants.”
He leans off the bed and grabs his discarded jeans off the floor. After a quick search, he pulls out a square foil package. I watch as he bites into the edge and pulls it open with his teeth.
Nixon grins at me and pushes his boxers down, his hand wrapping around his rigid length and making a few painfully slow strokes.
I moan at the sight, my hand going to my breast and giving it a firm squeeze as I watch him put the condom on.
My legs fall open, inviting. Impatient, I reach for him and push his hand away to wrap my own fingers around his dick. He’s pulsing underneath my touch, and I can’t wait to feel him buried deep inside me. Giving him one long stroke, I pull him closer until he’s settled between my legs. His cock brushes against my heat, coating itself with my wetness. He slides between my lower lips, the tip of his cock brushing against my clit every time he does so.
“Stop with the games and fuck me already.”
He pulls back, his fingers digging into my hips so strongly I’m sure I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
“As you wish.”
Then he finally, finally drives into me, long and hard.
We both gasp as he slides inside, stretching me to the point of pain.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer in the process.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hisses into my ear as he pulls back until just the very tip is brushing my entrance, and then slides back in, setting a steady rhythm.
“Maybe you’re just big.”
There is no maybe about it, he is big. I don’t think he’s halfway in yet, and I already feel so full that I could burst.
“Music to my ears, baby,” he chuckles, his chest rumbling under my ear. “Music to my ears.”
I slide my hands over his back, grazing the skin with my nails. “Don’t get cocky with me now, Cole, and fuck me.”
Something flashes in his eyes. A challenge?
“Like this?”
He hurries his pace, going a little deeper with each thrust.
I trace my fingers through his sweaty hair and kiss his jaw. “Yes, harder.”
I pull him down for a kiss, my tongue plunging inside his mouth in time with his thrusts. My legs are around his waist, knees digging into his sides. His rugged palms slide under my legs all the way to my ass. He hoists me higher and the new angle has him plunging even deeper than before, hitting just the right spot.
“Nix…” The rest of his name dies on my lips as sweet pleasure takes over me. My whole body tightens as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
Nixon slams his mouth over mine, his thrusts growing almost desperate. I try to cling to his skin, but it’s useless.
After a few more thrusts he groans my name, his whole body growing rigid as he empties inside of me, his suddenly limp body falling over mine.
Silence falls over us, the only sound our heavy breathing and occasional voices coming from the hallway.
“That was…” he pants, shaking his head.
“Yeah,” I agree.
My body is still shaking from small aftershocks of the orgasm.
Propping his head on his hand, he looks at me, one of his hands smoothing the hair out of my face. “Are you sure about that one-night clause?”
Not so much, but there is no way I’ll say that. It can’t be more. He’s a football player and I’m… well, me. I brush my finger over his lower lip. “It can only be that.”
Instead of being offended, like I thought he would, he wiggles his brows playfully. “At least the night is long.”
“What…”
Nixon thrusts his hips into mine slowly. He’s still inside me, and I swear he’s already at half-mast. Instinctively, my thighs tighten around him.
Oh.
“Another round?”
He shakes his head. “You, Miss Hernandez, are insatiable.”
“Only when it comes to you,” I say, before I can think better of it.
Nixon’s eyes grow darker at my words. “I like the sound of that.”
He pulls out of me, getting rid of the used condom and grabbing a new one. I’m not sure how many of them he has lying handy, or why he carries so many, and I’m not about to ask. However, I will enjoy the benefits.
“Now where were we?” Nixon gets back into bed in all his naked glory. Extending my hands, I trace his firm chest, enjoying the feel of his skin under my palms. I give him a wicked smile. “I think it was my turn to play.”
I push him onto his back, climbing in his lap as I lean down to kiss him.
If I have one night, I might as well make the most of it.
Chapter Twenty-Three
YASMIN
“Where are you?”
“Well, hello to you too,” I say dryly. “How are you doing, Callie? How was your day? Mine’s going well, thank you for asking.”
“Don’t sass me, Yas,” Callie moans. “I need help.”
This has me abruptly stopping in my tracks. “What happened?”
Somebody crashes into me, cussing me like somehow it’s my fault he wasn’t looking where he was walking. I just glare at the guy. He mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously close to “bitch.”
Asshole.
“Where are you?” Callie asks, drawing my attention back to our conversation.
“Is that your emergency?”
“No, smartass, my emergency has to do with…” She stops for a moment, and then says in an even quieter voice, “Lady business.”
“Lady business?” I repeat, confused. What the hell is she talking about?
“Yes, lady business… you know?”
I look around, like somehow the answer will jump at me from the closest bush. No such luck. “Ummm… I don’t think I do.”