“That’s awesome, Tatum. I’m happy for you.” My tone falls flat even to my own ears, but he’s too hyped up to notice.
“After the day I had today, I needed to tell someone and I needed to celebrate. Everything is back on track and you’re the only person I wanted to tell.” He walks over to me and places his hands on my shoulders, sliding them down my arms until my hands are grasped in his.
Gooseflesh pebbles my skin with the contact and I hate my body for giving me away. I wanted to remain indifferent and pissed, but his euphoria is addictive. His smile is contagious, lighting up this dim room, and I can’t help but want to walk into the light toward him, with him.
For a moment, I push all the thoughts out of my mind. In times like this, I don’t see a manipulative man. Tatum is nothing like my father. If anything, he’s like me. He’s a little bit broken. Life dragged him through the mud and back, but he fought harder to get to where he is today. He made some bad choices, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t make him a bad guy.
“I know things were messy when I saw you last. I’ve been distant and confused. I’ve been questioning everything, but I never for a second thought about pushing you out of my life. I would always wonder how we could make this work. I always put you in the picture and into consideration. Bria, if there’s one thing I never doubted, it’s you. From the moment I met you, I knew I wanted you in my life.”
Like Tatum, I’m a little broken. And because of that, I don’t always make the best decisions. But if I don’t kiss him right now, I’ll regret it.
So I do.
I push onto my tiptoes and let everything else be forgotten. I fall for his words and let him sweep me away. I join him in the light, in his happiness, and right now nothing else matters. The passion pouring from him as he kisses me back knocks me breathless. His hands skate down my sides and around to my ass. I jump and he catches me, pressing our bodies together and holding me close. The house is dark, but that doesn’t deter him from making his way to the stairs and up to my bedroom.
My arms are wrapped around his shoulders and he breaks the kiss, trying his best to see without tripping and falling on the stairs which would likely cause one or both of us to break something. I take the opening to kiss his neck and nibble on his ear. A low moan bubbles from his throat as I bite and mark him.
When he gets to my room, he uses his foot to kick the door shut then slams me into the wood. His mouth reunites with mine hungrily. He grinds into me, using his cock to hit my clit every time. I moan and my head falls back against the door. He moves to my neck since I broke the kiss and the moans coming from my lips are uninhibited.
“Tatum, I swear to God, if you tell me you’re not going to fuck me tonight, I’m going to lose my freakin’ mind.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to sink my cock so far into your tight little pussy you won’t be able to think about or feel anything else.”
My panties are soaked from his words and I’m more eager than ever to get this show on the road. I haven’t been with anyone other than my vibrator in months and I’m needy and desperate to feel him.
My hands tug on his shirt, pulling the fabric up even though I know he can’t remove it seeing as he’s holding me up. He takes the hint and moves me to the bed where he lays me down on the tiny twin mattress. I don’t know how we’re both going to fit on this thing, but right now I don’t care.
He removes his shirt and my hand automatically reaches out to graze over his muscles. His abs flex as my fingers trail over him and I make my way to my final destination. I pop the button on his jeans with one hand and pull the zipper down a second later.
He pushes the pants over his hips, leaving him in tight black briefs. The outline of his cock is impressive as his hard length fights for freedom.
I reach my hands out, intending to hook my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and let his dick spring free. My mouth waters at the thought and I’m going to combust if I can’t get that thing inside of me in some way soon.
Tatum takes a step back, out of my reach. A whimper leaves my lips as desperation and doubt crashes onto me hard. Is he changing his mind?
“I’m in my underwear. It’s only fair if you get in yours.”
At an embarrassing speed, I rip my shirt over my head. His chuckle is throaty and full of desire. I have no shame in how badly I want him. I lift my hips as he helps me take off my yoga pants, peeling them down my legs as if we have all the time in the world. He doesn’t realize I’m on the brink of a mental breakdown if I don’t have an orgasm now.
Also, my teammates could come home. But priorities.
I lay back on the bed and he crawls over me. My heart flutters at the knowledge of what we’re about to do, but when he pins me with a cocksure grin I let the thoughts evade me. His hand is making a tantalizing trail up my leg and over my hip, brushing up my side until he hits my bra. I’m not in my most flattering lingerie, but soon enough it’ll be on the floor and my worries will be deep in the recesses of my mind.
His large palm finds my breast, cupping me over my bra and teasing me through the fabric. My nipples bead underneath, pushing into the slight padding. He flicks the left cup down, exposing me, and I’m rewarded with a flick of his tongue gliding over the dusty rose tip.
I moan when he pulls my nipple into his mouth, grazing the bud with his teeth. My back arches at the contact. Tatum sneaks an arm under my back and unclasps my bra. He pulls the garment from between my breasts, ripping it off of me and throwing it across the room.
His hand plays with one heavy breast while his mouth sucks and nibbles on its twin. He’s supporting his weight on one arm and his legs are between mine. I hook my leg up around his hip and grind against him, needing release. With every swivel of my hips, I get closer to the edge. A wave of pleasure crashes over me and I call out his name.
“I like hearing my name as a moan on your lips.”
I’ll say whatever the hell he wants as long as he doesn’t stop.
He abandons my aching breasts and moves down my stomach. Without warning, he pulls my panties down my thighs and I kick them the rest of the way off, not giving a fuck about where they land. He spreads my legs and I’m wide open before him. I’m soaked and dripping onto my sheets. He uses his thumbs to spread my lips apart before devouring me.
I fist the sheets on a scream. His tongue flattens against my clit before diving back down and using it to fuck me. I’m breathless as he laps me up. Slurping sounds fill the room as he devours me and I lose myself in the mind-blowing pleasure.
“Fuck, don’t stop, Tatum. Please.” I shift my hips, getting the perfect angle I need before stars spot my vision. My thighs quake as my release rolls through me, hitting me like a freight train.
It’s long and intense and I shiver as he places a final kiss onto my clit before kissing his way up my body. I’m sated, having just had the orgasm of a lifetime, but hell if I don’t need more.
Chapter Thirty
Tatum
I knew Bria would taste as sweet as she looks and now I can’t wait to sink balls deep inside of her. I kiss my way up her body and land on her lips. She’s breathless and her legs are open and limp, but I’m not done with her yet. My hand fists my cock as I tug on the hard length. The head is purple, begging to get inside her tight little hole.