He kisses me with purpose and devotion. One hand is wrapped in my hair while the other clutches my hip. He backs me up against the wall and kisses me with a passion I’ve never felt before in my entire life.
My mouth is as eager as his. I use my tongue to taste him and explore him. A moan spills from the back of my throat as I devour his mouth.
God, he’s an amazing kisser.
I feel myself dripping into my panties and I need friction to release the built up tension inside of me. Our bodies are pressed tight together and with my back also against the wall, I’m unable to move. My hands roam over the contours of his back and under his shirt, feeling how his muscles flex when I touch him.
His dick is long and hard, pressed against the zipper of his jeans, desperate for escape. I hike one leg up, using the angle to rub his cock against my aching pussy. My damp panties stick to my skin and as I rub against Tatum, they supply just the right touch of resistance.
His hands travel down to my ass and he lifts me up. On cue, I wrap my legs around his waist and he keeps me pinned against the wall. Except now, I can’t rub against him. Luckily, he takes over.
He thrusts into me through our clothes. The tip of his penis hits my clit every time, sending a jolt down my spine and inching me closer to where I want to be.
The only thing I need to make this better would be for us to take off our clothes.
His mouth leaves mine, moving down to explore my neck and my exposed shoulder thanks to my shirt. A trail of wet kisses is left behind everywhere he touches and soft nips give me the perfect combination of pleasure and pain.
My head falls back against the wall as my moan fills the room. This is the most erotic moment of my life. Tatum is sex on a stick and the way he’s kissing me, how he’s gripping my ass in his hands, the way his cock rubs against me in just the right way, has me teetering on the edge. I’m afraid this is a vivid sex dream and if it is, I don’t ever want to wake up.
“We should move this to the bed,” I whisper in his ear while he sucks on my neck.
He carries me to the mattress and lays me down, hovering over me. I push up his shirt until he gets the hint and takes it off. I watch his muscles move as he tosses it to the floor. My fingers reach out almost on their own volition, tracing over his pecs and abs. I’m mesmerized watching them flex with my touch.
When I hit the waistband of his jeans, his mouth attacks mine once more. He groans into my mouth as his knee pushes mine to the side. He fits between my thighs like it’s where he was born to be.
I whimper as he starts dry-humping me. I’m so wet he can probably see a stain through my jeans.
My hands trail up his body and around his neck until my fingers intertwine in his obsidian locks. I tug on the strands and it sets him off.
He’s aggressive with his kisses. Our mouths collide, teeth clashing, as he bites my lip and tongue. Nothing he does is close enough. He uses one arm to support himself and the other is exploring my side. His hand rests at my hip, the tips of his fingers finding a home under the waistband of my jeans near the top of my ass.
He breaks the kiss and moves back to my neck, peppering soft kisses on the sensitive skin. When he comes up for air, we stare at one another. His hair is wild from my fingers combing through it and tugging on the ends. He’s a wet dream come to life and I want to move this up a notch.
I sit up and he moves to give me space. Reaching for the bottom of my shirt, I slowly lift the fabric, maintaining eye contact and watching his chocolate eyes widen.
“Bria,” he starts and places a hand over mine, stopping me. My face falls and he shakes his head. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I want you so bad my cock is throbbing. It’s painful and I’m ready to explode in my goddamn pants. But I have no intention of fucking you tonight, despite how badly I want to.”
“Wh—why?” I feel like a slut asking him why he doesn’t want to sleep with me, but I’m a woman with self-esteem and I need answers before I start thinking the worst.
He lifts my hand and places my palm over the crotch of his pants, over his erection. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me. If I didn’t want to fuck you, my dick would not be hard and none of this would’ve happened. I didn’t even plan for this to happen, but then I opened the door and you looked fucking incredible and smelled so sweet—I had to have a taste.” He leans in, pressing his lips to mine and I melt at the contact.
“You’ve already caved on this; why not go a little further?” I say before kissing his neck.
He groans. “You’re the devil.” He pushes off the bed to retrieve his shirt. I decide to play a little dirtier, praying it works to my benefit.
“But if you leave I’m going to have to take care of myself anyway. It’d be much more fun if you helped me.” I twirl a lock of my hair around my pointer finger and bite my lip in hopes I look seductive.
“Bria, if I touch you, I’m not leaving here without getting inside of you and I don’t have a condom.”
“That’s fine.” My heart is racing and he drops his head back. I hope I’ve defeated him and he’s caving to my whims.
“Fuck.” He drags a hand through his hair and glances at me one last time before shaking his head. “Goodnight, Bria.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Tatum
“Fuck, yes. Bria. Goddammit.”
I moan and brace a hand on the shower wall as I come to the thoughts of Bria Campbell. The little vixen is a temptress and it was all but impossible to walk away from her.
Damn, what I would’ve given to sleep with her tonight.
I know with every fiber of my being that I should not kiss her again or even put myself in the position where kissing her would even be a possibility. But I also know there’s no way in hell I can stop myself. The mere thought of her gets me riled up and wanting to do unspeakable things to her tight little body.
Once the shower runs cold and all evidence of my orgasm is down the drain, I shut off the water and climb out. Tomorrow will be a test for us. While we can’t let my teammates know anything is happening between us, I also want her to impress them. How ass backwards is that?
I throw on a pair of fresh briefs before climbing into bed. My mind won’t shut down. It’s too busy replaying the Bria Campbell show, focusing on her moans, her round ass, her flat abs. If I don’t stop I’m going to get hard all over again.
I grab the remote from the nightstand to try and clear my mind. Flipping through the channels, I attempt to focus on Sports Center. Nothing to kill my libido like a bunch of big sweaty dudes playing sports.
ESPN must do the trick because next thing I know, I’m getting woken up by my phone ringing. Blindly groping the bedside table, I find my phone and see who the hell is calling me. Bria. As if I didn’t already have morning wood.
“Hello?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Good morning to you too.”
“Are you dressed yet? I want to eat before we head to the game.”
“Bria, the game isn’t until 4:30.” I glance at the clock which reads 9:30. Damn. I didn’t think I’d sleep so late.
“Well, I’m full of energy. I’m going for a run then getting breakfast. Join me if you can drag yourself out of bed.”