“Honey,” Ford calls out with a soft knock on the bathroom door. “You okay in there?”
I shake my head, with it shaking out thoughts of Mrs. Matthews and her distaste of me. None of it mattered back then, Ford loved me and that was all that mattered—all that still matters.
“I’m coming,” I call out.
Pressing my hand to my belly, I attempt to calm the butterflies that are flittering around. I don’t know why, but I decided to wear something sexy tonight. I bought it in LA, Damion demanded that I had to have it for Ford.
Now that I have it on, in this dainty old-fashioned bathroom, it feels all kinds of wrong. Chewing on my bottom lip, my eyes search my reflection and I shake my head once, deciding to just go for it.
It’s a naughty football jersey and little cotton white panty costume. The only reason I even mentioned it at all, was that the little crop top jersey was Ford’s number in high school.
I kind of made a joke to Damion, and he insisted that it was fate and I needed to buy it, along with knee-high striped socks.
My hair is in pigtails and I feel really stupid and kind of wrong. Maybe I should just take it off and go out into the bedroom naked?
Inhaling a deep breath, I shake myself out of my own consuming thoughts and spin around, reaching for the door handle. I let out an exhale before I tug it open and simultaneously turn the light off.
The bedroom is bathed in soft glowing light coming from the closet. Taking a step into the room, I allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness as I find Ford. He’s sitting straight up in bed, his back facing the headboard, his eyes glued to mine.
“It’s dumb, I’ll take it off,” I rasp when he doesn’t say anything immediately.
He shakes his head slowly, shifting his body and turning so that his legs are thrown over the side of the bed, his head turned and still focused on me.
“You won’t,” he rasps. “Maybe the panties, after you walk over here, the rest stays on.”
“Ford,” I whisper as my feet begin to carry me over to him.
I stop directly in front of him, his gaze slowly drifts up my body, stopping on my chest, taking in the numbers there.
“How?”
“It just happened to have your numbers, it felt right at the time. I feel dumb now.”
He shakes his head, his hands reaching out and grabbing my hips before he spreads his thighs and tugs me between them. One of his hands slide up my side, the other slides between my legs and he shifts my panties to the side.
“Ford,” I whisper.
He smirks as his finger slips through my folds, swirling around my clit before sliding back and sliding inside of me. Lifting my arms, I grip his shoulders as I widen my stance, giving him more room.
“Sexiest woman on this fuckin’ earth, honey,” he rasps.
“Only for you, Cowboy,” I whisper.
He snorts. “Damn fuckin’ straight.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
FORD
Stephanie comes standing between my thighs, her mouth parted in awe as it rolls throughout her entire body. It’s fucking gorgeous, just like she is. Her nails dig into my shoulders and slowly release their grip as she lifts her head and looks down at me.
I watch as her cheeks tint pink and she licks her lips, wetting them before her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Shifting my hands, I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of her little shorts and tug them down.
Stephanie reaches for the hem of her short shirt and I shake my head. “Keep that and the socks on,” I grunt.
I’m not sure if she realizes that seeing her in the little outfit she’s sporting is the hottest sight I’ve ever seen or not? It’s just plain sexy, not to mention my old number.
When we were young, she’d wear my jersey on game day, but this is different. It’s small, and just a hint of her underboob shows, it’s fucking perfect.
Her lips curve up into a grin as she straddles my thighs. I grunt, feeling her soft, wet pussy against my hard cock. Tipping my head back, her mouth finds mine, brushing her lips across my own as her hips move along the underside of my dick.
Sliding my hands around her hips, I grab a hold of her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. She gasps, her lips parting just enough that my tongue can gain entrance inside of her sweet mouth.
Tasting her, my tongue rolls around hers, and I moan as every part of her consumes me. Without a word, her hand shifts between us, wrapping her fingers around my length. She lifts her hips, aligning her center with the tip of my dick and slowly sinks down, taking all of me inside of her.
Keeping one of my hands gripping her ass, the other slides up her spine, grabbing a hold of the pigtails that are lying along her back. I twist them in my grip before I tug them, forcing her mouth from mine and her head back as I let out a growl. Her back arches, her tits pushing closer toward my face, those numbers practically glowing for me and me only.
“Don’t move,” I demand.
She stays still, her breathing becoming labored as she focuses on staying still instead of doing what her body most likely craves to do, which is ride me like the fucking goddess she is.
Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to the center of her neck, lifting my hand from her ass, I shift my face back and slip my fingers into my mouth, making sure to get them nice and wet. Her body trembles as she struggles to do what I’ve asked as I slip my wet fingers between the cheeks of her ass.
She tries to lift her head, but I don’t allow it. I keep my grasp firm on her hair, returning my lips to her throat as I snake my tongue out and taste, suck, and bite her sensitive flesh. My fingers between her cheeks rub circles against her back entrance, not penetrating her there, yet.
“I need to move,” she whimpers.
“Not yet,” I growl against her skin.
Stephanie surprises me by arching so that she gives me more of her ass, her breathing becoming more and more labored. Slipping a finger inside of her back entrance, I almost explode inside of her when she lets out a moan and a soft mewl.
“Move, honey,” I rasp, my mouth still devouring her soft neck.
I expect her to bounce on my dick immediately, but she doesn’t. Instead, her hips roll forward before they push back, causing my finger to dip inside of her even farther.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I take it as my permission to continue with the play. My hesitation now gone, I begin to pump my finger in and out of her sweet hole. She doesn’t say another word and neither do I. She rides me while I finger fuck her ass, my cock on the verge of exploding the entire goddamn time.
It doesn’t take her long to climb until she’s on the edge of her release. Her thighs begin to shake, her pussy flutters around me and I grunt, knowing that she’s close. I don’t stop my manipulation of her ass, instead, I add a second finger which makes her gasp before she groans, loudly.
“I’m close,” she needlessly announces.
“Come all over me, Stephanie. Squeeze me, honey,” I rasp.
It’s all she needs to be pushed over the edge. She cries out at the same time my teeth sink into the side of her neck and I suck on her delicate skin, no doubt leaving a mark. Her body shakes, her ass contracting around my fingers at the same time her pussy pulses around my cock.
It’s too much, I can feel it all, and it’s fucking phenomenal. So much so that I come right there, without a single warning.