I asked her over tonight and told her to dress casually, which she did in a pair of leggings and a cropped hoodie. Her hair is wavy, just the way I love it, and her face is free of makeup, another way I like her. Her midriff has been visible all night and I swear she wore that crop top on purpose to drive me crazy. I’m about 80 percent positive she’s not wearing a bra under it. I’ve been dying to inch my hands under it to find out.
Placing my hands on her thighs, I say, “I think I made a friend this week.”
“A friend? Really?”
I nod. “Yeah. Marcus Gomez.”
“The third baseman? Isn’t he the family man of the team?”
I squeeze her side. “Look at you researching the Rebels.”
“Well”—she draws a circle over my stomach—“I have to know who my man is playing with.”
“Your man, I really like the sound of that.”
She leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips. “That’s what you are, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yes, I am,” I answer. I’m leaning into the couch, completely relaxed as Natalie sits on my lap, wondering how I got this lucky.
“Tell me about your friend.”
“Not much to say. We went to lunch the other day, and now we’re training in the cages together. He’s really cool, down to earth, and has the same mentality as me when it comes to fighting on the field. He also told me the guys have been noticing me and the hard work I’m putting in. They’re appreciating it.”
“So the Rebels aren’t as dumb as I thought they were.” She winks and I laugh.
“Guess not.”
“Well, I’m really excited for you. That makes me happy that you have a friend. I was kind of worried since all of the press has been—”
I stiffen and say, “Have you been reading those articles?”
“I . . .” She bites her bottom lip. “I know you told me not to,” she says in a hurry, “but I need to know what they’re saying in case I need to help you.”
Anger boils inside me, but not because Natalie read the articles, but because she feels like she needs to worry about me. I don’t want her worrying. I want her confident that I can handle this, that I can handle whatever is thrown my way.
Smoothing my hands over her thighs, I say, “I appreciate you wanting to make sure I’m okay, it just shows that beautiful heart of yours, but please don’t read those articles, okay? They’re trash, made-up, and all they’re going to do is feed the worry you already have.” I bring my hand to the back of her neck and lower her forehead to mine. “I can handle it, okay?”
“I know, but you also don’t have to go at it alone either, Cory. That’s what I’m here for, someone you can lean on when things get tough. Don’t think you need to be strong around me all the time.”
But I do.
I’ve always been the strong one, the guy who takes on the worry for the family, for his friends, and I always find the solution. When my brothers were having a hard time starting their business, I helped them find solutions on how to make it better and cater to the right people. Now they have three facilities and are running one hell of a training brand. When Milly was doubtful about Carson, I mentally held her hand through the landmines of a relationship, even though I’d never really been in one before. I take on the challenges and I will continue to do that even with Natalie.
Instead of saying anything, I swipe my mouth across hers. I hear the slight intake of air before she moves her lips across mine, her hands falling to the hem of my shirt again. I could do this for hours, just this—her rubbing against my lap, hardening my cock with each pass, her lips glued to mine, her moans filling the silence of my apartment. To me, this is a slice of heaven.
“I’ve missed you, missed these lips,” she mumbles while kissing my jaw. “This scruff, it’s . . . sexy.”
It’s funny that she’s saying she missed me, because she saw me two days ago, but hey, I’m not going to complain. If she wants to miss me, by all means, let her miss me. “You like it?” I ask. “Doesn’t hurt your lips?”
“It’s rough,” she whispers in my ears. “But I really like it. I keep wondering what it would feel like to have you between my legs.”
Fuck, I should have known she’d say that. The image of flipping her to her back and crawling down her body until I’m between her legs has been a relentless thought over the past couple of days. The sexual tension between us is starting to take over our dates, and it’s making it hard for me to think, hard for me to keep my reasons clear, especially when her hands float up under my shirt like they are right now.
“Take this off,” she says, yanking my shirt over my head before I can stop her. She lifts up and stares at my chest. Head tilted, she sighs and runs her finger between my pecs. “You are so incredibly sexy, Cory. Is it weird that I want to put my mouth all over your skin? Suck on each ab divot?”
“No,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Not weird at all.”
“Really?” She looks at me a little surprised before slipping off my legs, widening them, and then kneeling in between them.
“Natalie, what are you doing.”
“Enjoying you,” she says. “You’re tense. You need to relax.”
“I need you to come back to my lap and make out with me more,” I say, tilting her chin up with one finger as her hands move to my stomach and slowly glide up to my pecs and then back down. “That will get me to relax.”
“I have another idea,” she says with a wicked smile.
Moving up my body, her hair drags along my skin as she presses her mouth to my chest, starting high on my collarbone, licking from one side to the other. Fuck, who knew kisses to a collarbone are a turn-on? The feel of her tongue has my cock already pressing against my sweats. She treats the top of my chest like her own personal lollipop and I take that moment to move my hands up her sides, dragging the crop top with me until I’m right below her armpits. Just as I suspected, no bra. Knowing that, I glide my thumbs inward and caress her side boob.
“Oh shit.” She pauses and looks up at me. “You can’t do that.”
“You’re not wearing a bra.”
“I know.”
I pass my thumbs over again, this time connecting with her nipple. “Why not?”
“Bras are uncomfortable. You said it was casual.”
“You’re making me really fucking hard,” I say, my thumbs playing with her hardening nipples while holding her in place. “Really, really fucking hard, Natalie.”
“Good. What I have planned for you, you need to be hard for.”
I try to pull her up my body again, but she stops me with her hands to my chest.
“Beautiful,” I say, my body starting to thrum with excitement. “Come up here, sit on my lap again.”
She shakes her head. “No. I want more.” She removes my hands from her sides and before I can catch my next breath, she lifts her hoodie up and over her head where she drops it on the floor with my shirt.
Fuuuck . . . her tits are so fucking . . . hell . . . I forgot how amazing they are. With her sitting between my legs, the weight brushing against my swollen cock, I’m going to lose control. I need to feel her heat around me.
“Get up here. Let me suck on your nipples.”
She shakes her head. “I’m calling the shots tonight.”
“Natalie,” I warn, but it does nothing but spur her on as her mouth falls to my pecs kissing, sucking, licking my nipples. Heat billows and flows through my veins in waves. Building, building, building, and with one lick, bolts of pleasure shoot through me as her breasts casually drape over my body.
Erotic and new. I’ve never had a girl treat my body like Natalie is right now—edible and delicious—like she can’t get enough. Her body moves down mine as I lie there, helpless on the couch, trying to touch her, trying to get my mind to actually work and not just feel, but fuck, she’s making it hard, especially when she spreads open-mouth kisses down my abdomen, dragging her tongue over each crevice.
“Shit,�
� I mutter, my breathing picking up when her tongue runs along my waistband. With one peek down, I can see my cock thrusting against her throat, gliding along the delicate lines. I can only imagine what it would be like if she took me deep in her mouth. Would she be able to? Could she handle how thick I am? Am I ready to find out?
Her fingers play with the waistband of my sweats. “You’re not wearing briefs.”
I shake my head, my breath catching in my throat when she lowers them an inch. “I was . . . ahh fuck,” I squeeze my eyes shut when her tit rubs against my cock. “Fuck . . . I was hoping you were going to grind on me tonight.”
“Hopeful man. I had other plans.” She lowers my sweats one more inch so they hover just above my tip where my dick is off to the side instead of flat against my stomach.
“Natalie,” I breathe. Heavily. “You don’t . . .” That’s as far as I go before she releases me from my sweats and I shamelessly lift my hips off the couch so she can pull my sweats all the way off.
As if the roles are reversed from when I had her naked in the hotel room, this time, I’m the one naked and at the mercy of her mouth as my cock juts up against my stomach.
Natalie sits back on her heels and stares at me, and that’s when I realize this is the first time she’s seen my cock. She moves her gaze up to me and fuck . . . she looks nervous.
“Natalie, beautiful.” I start to sit up but she shakes her head.
“Don’t, I want to do this.”
“Not if you’re going to be nervous about it.”
She reaches out and lightly drags her index finger along the throbbing vein that runs on the underside of my cock. A hiss escapes my lips as my head floats back. Hell, just a hand job at this point . . . Forget about what my dick would look like pressed between her two mouth-watering lips, I just want relief.
“You’re just . . . bigger than I imagined.” And then she chuckles. Fucking chuckles as precum glistens at the tip of my cock.
“Laughing isn’t great,” I say in a pained voice.
“I’m sorry.” She smooths her hands down my thighs, in toward my center and then back out. My cock twitches and jumps with each pass of her hands over my hip flexors. “My friend, Monica, who you still need to meet, told me I needed a bigger cock after my divorce. She must have put it out in the universe way too much because”—she moves her hands in and floats them under my cock and then back out. It’s fucking torture—“damn, Cory, you have a huge penis.”
Her hand grazes under my cock and I hiss out a “thank you” as my balls start to tighten.
“Stop,” I say, reaching down and grabbing her hands, my chest heaving, my head swimming with pleasure. “Just fucking stop for a second.”
“Why?”
“Because, I’m seconds from coming. Just . . . let me breathe.”
“Are you serious?” she asks, shock in her voice.
“Yes.” I glance at her, her eyes trained on my cock as it swells under her stare. “It’s been a while for me, and you’re my fucking dream girl, okay? Having you touch and lick me all over, fuck . . . it’s amazing.”
“Dream girl?” she asks, sitting a little taller and entwining her hands with mine. “Really?”
I nod and open my eyes to find her in disbelief. I reach up and run my thumb over her plump lip. “You’re fucking funny and smart, and so breathtaking, I swear I thank the universe every time I take you in my arms.”
“Cory . . . that”—tears start to well in her eyes—“I’ve never . . .” She takes a deep breath and stands in front of me. I watch as she slowly rolls her pants down her legs along with her thong, leaving her completely naked. “I need you, Cory. Please don’t say no.”
How could I? In this very real and raw moment, how could I ever deny my girl anything? I can’t. Not only because I want to give her the world, but I know deep in my soul, I love her. I love her so goddamn much, and that’s what’s been paining me about leaving. I found someone I never knew I was looking for, and I’m going to leave her while fighting an epic battle to prove myself to a bunch of raucous fans.
Standing from the couch, I take her hand in mine and lead her back to my bedroom. I leave the lights off but instead open the curtains, the night sky lighting the room and setting the mood. When I turn around, Natalie is standing there, hands crossed in front of her, looking gorgeous and more than ready.
I step closer and ask, “How do you want me?”
“On top of me. I want to be surrounded by you. I want to feel every inch of you while you stare down at me.”
Hell . . .
I take her hand and carefully lower her to my bed where she scoots to the center. She’s slow, deliberate. Sexy as fuck. In the past with other women, it’s been a frenzy to get clothes off, but with Natalie, it’s like she’s taking a breath with every moment, feeling, hearing, tasting the lust-filled air surrounding us. When she lies down, she spreads her legs and grips the pillow behind her.
Now it’s my turn to observe, to take it all in. From the dim light in the room, her pussy is already wet, her nipples are hard, and when my eyes roam to her lips, they’re parted, her breath entering and releasing at a heavier pace.
“Are you turned on by me looking at you?”
She nods.
“How turned on?”
“Throbbing,” she answers on a short breath. “I’m throbbing for you, Cory.”
“Let me see,” I say as I climb between her legs and lower my mouth to her pussy. Her legs are already spread wide, so I don’t have to do much to run my tongue over her clit, and when I do, her legs clamp around me as a feral moan escapes her.
She is wet, really fucking wet.
Gently, I move my hands to her thighs and coax her to open up to me. She does, and I press my tongue against her clit again, applying just enough pressure to see her eyes roll back in her head. I’ve never really been the guy who craves eating pussy. I do it because I know it’s pleasurable, but fuck if I’m not addicted to feeling the little nub of her clit rub against my tongue. It’s a sensation unlike anything else, knowing that with the smallest of flick, I can control her pleasure.
She twitches under me, her hips flying up against my mouth when I swivel my tongue and release, swivel and release, the cool air of the room hitting her before I move in again.
“Fuuuck, Cory. Oh Fuck, this feels so good. Do you want me to come?”
“I really fucking do,” I say before pressing two fingers inside her and curling them as I flick my tongue over her clit continuously until her hand falls to my head and threads through my hair.
She tenses, her legs closing, her mouth open on a gasp, as her pussy clenches around my fingers and she repeats my name over and over again.
“Cory, I’m coming. Oh Cory, yes, Cory, yes,” she moans, her teeth clenching, her hand trying to push my mouth away. But I keep at it until she’s barely able to control her breath and she’s shaking.
I press a kiss just below her navel, then higher until I reach her breasts. I cup one in my hand, forming a C around her nipple and bringing it to my mouth, where I suck hard and then bite.
“Shit,” she says, wiggling beneath me, her pelvis gliding around my aching cock. “Mark me," she whispers. “I want you with me tomorrow.”
When she says shit like that, it unhinges me. I become brutal with my mouth, sucking her skin into my mouth, bruising it, nipping at it, her moans encouraging me to mark her more until her entire chest is red from my mouth, from my jaw.
I rise along her body until our lips are pressed against each other, and I pry her mouth open with my tongue. Passionately, I dance my tongue across hers, mouths wide, sloppy, and wet. Heat brews between us, the need to be in her claws up my back, and when she reaches down, touching the tip of my cock, I shoot off her and to the nightstand where I undo a condom wrapper, sheath myself, and then return to between her legs while I sit back on my heels.
“Spread your legs wider.” She does and I take the length of my cock and rub it up and down her
slit, loving how her neck strains, her jaw clenches, and she reaches up to the pillow where she grips it tightly.
“You’re going to make me come again. I want you inside me.”
“I need to be inside you,” I say out of desperation as I pose my cock at her entrance. I press forward but she’s too fucking tense and I can barely work myself inside, just the tip. “Natalie, beautiful, you need to relax.”
“I . . . I am.”
“You’re not,” I say, pressing my thumb against her clit, which causes her to moan. I slip in a few more inches.
“Oh, shit.” Her eyes widen. “Cory . . .”
I don’t say anything; instead, I massage her clit and with each pass of my thumb, I move deeper inside until I’m just over the halfway mark.
“You’re so big.” She moves her head to the side. “I can’t, Cory.”
“You can. Look at me.” She opens her eyes and I say, “Breathe.” She nods and takes a deep breath, when she releases the air, I scoot in more until I fully insert myself, balls connecting with her backside.
And that’s where I stay for a few beats feeling every goddamn twitch and throb of her pussy contracting around me.
“I’m so full,” she says, looking up in surprise. “I feel like you’re in my throat. I can barely breathe.”
“I’ll take it slow.” But, fucking hell. She feels so fucking good. How am I going to take it slow?
She shakes her head. “No, I need fast. I need the friction.” Thank God.
She shifts and her pussy clenches again. “Oh fuck, Cory, I might come, I can feel it, it’s right there.”
“Me too,” I say, embarrassed, but she’s so tight. I can barely breathe as well.
“Move, make love to me.” And that’s my undoing. She could have said fuck me, but she wants me to make love to her. Leaning forward as her hand presses up against the headboard, I bring my mouth to hers and move my hips in and out.
I cup her cheek.
Then grip her breast.
Rub my thumb over her nipple.
My hips are moving in and out of her, stretching her as her pussy clamps around my cock.
“It’s never been this good,” I say between kisses. “Never felt this amazing.”
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