PMU Boxset 2

by MacMillan, Jerica

  His smile took on a wicked edge. “Hmm. That might be fun.”

  “What?” She couldn’t help the breathlessness of her question.

  “Tying you up so you can’t get away and tickling you. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

  She groaned and twisted as he tickled her ribs again. “No. That sounds awful.”

  He leaned in close, his breath blowing hot over her ear as he tongued the lobe. “But I’d make it so good for you after. If you let me do that. You’d end up enjoying yourself, I promise.”

  She whimpered, shaking her head.

  He sat back up, still running his hands over her body, circling her breasts but avoiding her nipples. “We’ll talk about that later. When you can think clearly.”

  His fingers circled around her nipples again, and she tried to move to force him to touch her there, but couldn’t.

  “Getting impatient?”

  She nodded. “Yes. Please touch me.” She was afraid he might tease for longer. He did that sometimes. But not today. Though he didn’t touch her with his fingers like she’d asked. He did better, leaning forward and running his tongue around and over one nipple, then the other, before taking one into his mouth, biting gently with his teeth, sucking and using his tongue on it at the same time.

  With a moan, she arched against him, trying to drive further into his mouth. When she brought her hands down to clutch his head to her breast, he sat up, that wicked gleam she’d gotten to know in his eyes, pressing her hands back above her head. He clucked his tongue at her. “I thought I told you to leave these here.”

  With a soft whimper, she nodded. “You did.”

  He arched a brow. “It’s more fun if you do what you’re told.”

  “Okay.”

  Moving down her body, he positioned her legs how he wanted, parted wide, with her knees bent and her heels close to her ass so she was as open as she could comfortably keep herself without help. “Don’t move.” And then he began running his hands up and down her inner thighs, just firm enough not to tickle. She shivered, trying hard to hold position and not push her hips up into his hands.

  She kept her eyes on him. He mostly watched his hands, but would look up to see his effect on her from time to time, his smile growing along with her impatience. She didn’t know if he realized how close she was to breaking, but just as she was about to move or beg or both, he let his hand drift down, brushing over her mons and outer labia.

  She moaned in response, that lightest of touches enough to send her arousal skyrocketing. He smiled widely at her reaction and did it again. Both hands ran down her thighs, pressing them farther apart, massaging the juncture of hip and thigh, then parting her, holding her open and looking his fill.

  This time she couldn’t help herself, and she pushed up against his restraining hands. She couldn’t move much because he held her in place, but he looked at her, his warm chuckle vibrating out of him. “Patience, Elena. You know it’s better if you wait.”

  “God. I’ve waited long enough. Please.”

  He chuckled again. His fingers slid through her wetness, circling up and down and around her clit, not quite touching it. This time she growled, but that didn’t phase him at all. He kept up his leisurely pace.

  Finally—Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, finally—he slipped a finger inside her, slowly fucking her with it, and brought his mouth to her clit. His tongue brushed over it gently, just a quick flick. Then again. Then for longer. Two fingers were inside her now, and his tongue circled around and over her clit. Over and over and over. She couldn’t help herself, she bucked against his tongue, seeking even more stimulation.

  Instead of stopping and reprimanding her like he sometimes did, he gave her what she wanted, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking, his tongue scrubbing over it while his fingers worked in and out of her. He only had to keep it up for a few seconds before her orgasm came screaming through her, her thighs clamping around him, her muscles convulsing, pulling her upper body off the bed, her hands coming down to his head, first to hold him in place, then to try to push him away as the sensations grew more intense. But he didn’t let up, instead wrapping his arms around her thighs, holding her in place while he continued to lick at her, sending spasm after spasm through her body until she was completely wrung out.

  Daniel stood up, wiping his mouth with one hand while reaching for the condom. His eyes never left hers while he rolled it on and knelt between her still-spread thighs, dragging the head of his cock across her oversensitive tissues. She shuddered, trying to close her legs, but only succeeding in trapping him more firmly against her. He gave her that sexy grin again as he lined himself up and slid inside an inch, leaning over her and kissing her, her taste still fresh on his lips and tongue, sliding inside a little more. With one more slow thrust, he slid home, holding himself still until she moved her hips against him.

  At her movement, a low rumble emanated from his chest, and he rocked against her, the motion slow and smooth. “God, you feel so good wrapped around me.”

  He thrust again, and she arched under him, running her hands up his arms and over his back, down to grip his firm ass. She half waited for an objection, or his hands grabbing hers and pressing them above her again, but apparently his earlier no-touching rule had expired. Or he was too lost to sensation to care anymore.

  That was the last coherent thought in her brain as he picked up the pace, one hand gripping her ass, lifting her so he could hit her deeper. She gasped, hitching her leg around his hip, giving both of them better leverage at the new angle. Moving faster, he swiveled his hips with each stroke, a wordless demand for her body’s response.

  And her body gave him what he wanted, heat pooling low in her belly again, her muscles tightening as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. Sitting back on his heels, he dragged her lower body into his lap, controlling their movements and the angle, one hand still gripping her ass, the other settling over her mound, his thumb dipping between them, pressing and rubbing over her clit.

  “Come on, Elena. I need to feel you coming around me again.”

  His words sent her higher, and he thrust hard, pounding into her, not letting up for a second until she let out a strangled cry and burst under his hands. His thumb left her clit and he gripped her hips with both hands, picking up the pace even more, her body clenching around him until he held her hard against him, his whole body contracting and shuddering as he came.

  After he recovered enough to move, Daniel dealt with the condom and got back into his bed, pulling the covers out from under Elena so they could both get in. She didn’t always stay for post-sex cuddling, but tonight she did. She wanted to talk and suss out where he stood on the subject of them. After a mind-blowing round like they’d just had, she figured she had a better chance of getting him to see things her way if they weren’t already on the same page.

  He lounged with his head propped on his doubled over pillow, one hand behind his head, and his other wrapped around her. She lay on her side against him, her head on his shoulder. Running her fingers up and down his chest, she tried to find a way to bring up the subject casually, without making it seem weird.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  She glanced up at him sharply, her hand stilling. “What do you mean?”

  He grinned, just visible in the dim evening light filtering through his window. “Your brow is all furrowed, and you’re fidgety. Normally after sex you’re relaxed or on your way home. What’s bothering you?”

  Resuming her tracing of his pecs and abs, she watched the path her hand made, finding it easier to talk if she didn’t look directly at his face. “Um, well, I was just wondering if you’re okay with this.”

  “This? Meaning …?”

  She shrugged her shoulder. “Us. You know, our relationship being limited to just this.” Waiting for him to answer felt like waiting for the jury to read its verdict, and you weren’t sure if they’d find you innocent or guilty. When he didn’t say anything, she lifted
her face to look at him.

  His smile was gone, his face serious, his eyes searching hers. “Is it really just this? Just sex?”

  She swallowed. “Well, yeah. I mean—”

  “Because you said you’d come to my game this weekend. And to the party with me after. Didn’t you?”

  “Yeah, but that’s because it seems important to you. It doesn’t mean—”

  “Doesn’t it?”

  She sat up, needing space now. He stared at her, his face impassive. “Look, I’m pretty sure that I’ve said before that I don’t have time for a boyfriend right now.” She motioned between them with a finger. “We’re not dating.”

  One of his eyebrows arched up. “Answer me something, Elena—how often do you come over here?”

  Shrugging, she pulled the sheet tighter around her chest. “I don’t know. Maybe two or three times a week.”

  “Maybe when I have away games. You’re here almost every night when I’m home. Do you spend time like that with anyone else?”

  “Well, no. If I’m here that often, it would be impossible for me to spend that much time with anyone else.”

  He nodded. “Yeah. Exactly. So it’s safe to assume that you’re not having sex with other people.”

  She glared at him. “Of course not. You know that.”

  Another nod. “Me either. So we’re exclusive, we see each other all the time, and now you’re coming to my game and going to a party with me. How are we not in a relationship again?”

  Letting out a frustrated sigh, she opened her mouth to tell him that none of that meant anything. But before she could, he sat up and pulled her hands away from where she had them clutching the sheet against her chest.

  “Here’s the thing. I don’t really do casual. You can call this whatever makes you feel good, but when chicks hit on me at parties, I tell them I have a girlfriend. And I’m not lying—at least I don’t think I am—because I have you. You don’t have to tell people we’re dating if you don’t want to. I don’t really care. I know you’ve got a lot going on, and my goal isn’t to stress you out. But I like you. I like when you come over, I like having you in my bed, and I’d really like it if you’d start going places with me outside of my apartment. You can still say no if you’re busy. But Coop would appreciate it if he didn’t get kicked out all the time.”

  She couldn’t come up with a response, just gaped at him with her mouth hanging open, all the wind blown out of her sails. He’d just turned everything around on her, and she hadn’t expected that at all. He thought they were together? Like together together?

  Snapping her mouth shut, she reviewed everything he just said. In a debate, he’d have enough points to win. Shit.

  Completely deflated, she laid back down, one hand covering her face. “Oh my God, you’re right.”

  His fingers nudged her hand away so she would look at him. “Don’t sound so excited about it.”

  She gave him a wan smile. “I’m sorry. This wasn’t how I imagined this conversation going.”

  He laid down next to her, turning her so she would face him, his fingers stroking over her cheek and down her neck. “It’s not a big deal. I’m not suggesting anything crazy. Like sometimes we go have dinner out somewhere instead of always being here. Or we could go to your place sometimes. It’s not like I don’t already know your roommates.”

  She snorted. “Yeah. And they’ve already decided I’m dating you anyway, so your appearance wouldn’t come as a surprise.”

  Grinning, he let his hand roam down her back. “See? You’re the only one who hasn’t acknowledged it yet. Nothing’s different. We’re still just us, having a good time. Okay?”

  A long pause stretched out while she debated her best options. If she said no, then this would probably be over. And he made very valid points. With a deep breath, she finally said, “Okay.”

  His smile grew wider, and he kissed her. Her boyfriend. Holy shit.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Daniel couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he changed into his pads and uniform before the homecoming game.

  “Dude.”

  A towel sailed over his head and hit the bank of lockers behind him as he bent to tie his cleats. He looked up to see Coop’s smug grin. “What, asshole?”

  “You need to wipe the shit-eating grin off your face. It’s making some of the other guys uncomfortable.”

  Daniel straightened up, pulling his gloves on, lacing his fingers together to get them in place and flexing his hands. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

  Coop looked around and lowered his voice, leaning in close like he was about to share a secret, but the crinkle around his eyes tipped Daniel off to the fact that he was just fucking around. “Well, you know, you’re over there grinning at everyone while they’re stripping down. It’s a little creepy.”

  “You think so, huh? Am I creeping you out?” Widening his stance, he bent over as though he was stretching, but snagged the towel off the floor and flung it at his roommate, catching him in the face.

  Coop pulled the towel off his face, laughing now. “Seriously, dude. You’ve been smiling like a lunatic all day. What’s going on with you? You win the lottery or something?”

  He felt like he’d won the lottery. But he wouldn’t say that out loud. At least no to Coop. Instead, he smiled wider. “What’s wrong with smiling? Smiling’s my favorite.”

  Laughing harder, Coop shook his head. “Yeah, except you’re not Will Ferrell or an overgrown child who thinks he’s an elf. Nice try.”

  Daniel shrugged, turning to grab his helmet, ready to get on the field and get warmed up before the game. “Elena’s coming today. She hasn’t ever been to a game here. Can you believe it?” He shook his head in disbelief. Intellectually, he knew that there had to be people who never came to a game, but the stands were always full at home games, and football had been such a huge part of his life for so long that the thought of not being at a game seemed crazy. “Anyway, I gave her my extra jersey the other night and even convinced her to wear it.”

  “‘Convinced’ her, did you?” Coop made scare quotes with his fingers. “Get her to the edge and hold her there until she caved?”

  “Watch it.” Daniel narrowed his eyes at his friend. “I get that you know a lot more than most people about our relationship, but you know I don’t talk about girls in the locker room.”

  Coop had the decency to look chagrined, dropping his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to cross the line.” A sly look entered his eyes as he glanced back up at Daniel. “But I’m right, aren’t I? That chick is a hard sell on everything. Hell, it’s taken almost two months for you to get her to admit that you guys are even in a relationship. I can’t imagine you had an easy time convincing her to wear such a blatant symbol of possessiveness.”

  Shaking his head, Daniel turned to walk out of the locker room, but Coop hopped up, helmet in hand to follow him out to the field. Daniel glanced at Coop out of the corner of his eyes. “Blatant symbol of possessiveness? Look who’s been paying attention in English Lit.”

  Coop punched Daniel in the arm, making him laugh. “Shut up, man. I’m not a moron. I maintain a three point five GPA, so you can fuck off with that shit.”

  Daniel chuckled the whole way out to the field, their conversation suspended while they warmed up with the team. When the stadium started filling up with people, he kept some of his attention in that direction, wanting to catch a glimpse of Elena. Would she come alone? Or had she asked Hannah and everyone to come too? She hadn’t decided yet when he’d asked her about it earlier in the week, and he hadn’t wanted to pester her about it, so he hadn’t brought it up again.

  When it was time for them to go back to the locker room, she still hadn’t arrived. Her absence made him antsy, and he paced the locker room while they waited to go back out for the rest of the pre-game rituals.

  At one point Coop caught his eye. “She said she’ll be here, dude. Don’t freak yourself out.”

/>   He grunted, not acknowledging that Coop was right about his uncharacteristic anxiety. He normally sat with Coop on the bench, joking and relaxing before the time came to head back out. Today he couldn’t even manage to pretend he felt normal. But he also couldn’t give Coop the satisfaction of admitting he was right.

  Relief washed over him, and his goofy grin slid back into place, when they jogged onto the field and his eyes found the number twenty-three—his number—in the student section, his red jersey bunched and tied at her waist, a gray sweatshirt poking out from under the too-long sleeves. She clapped, her mouth open in a cheer that blended in with the general noise from the crowd.

  Next to her, a blonde bounced, waving a sign that said “Go Marycliff! #23!” On the other side of the blonde stood a larger guy in a red Marycliff Football sweatshirt. Matt. Three other people completed their group, and even though they were too far away for him to make them out, they could only be Lance, Abby, and Megan. She’d gotten the whole crew out to come to homecoming. To see him.

  A hand came down on the top of his helmet. “Head in the game, Carter. You’ll have plenty of time to see the president of your fan club afterward.”

  He shoved Coop away, who cackled as they lined up for the national anthem. A guy sang it today. Apparently he’d been the guitarist in some teeny-bopper Disney boy band that had been a big hit a few years ago before they fizzled out. Now he was a student at Marycliff. What a come-down. Guy sang well, though.

  After that, Coop went on the field with Wilkins, the starting quarterback, and two other players for the coin flip. After the flip, the ref turned to Wilkins to find out his decision before indicating that Marycliff would receive the kickoff.