by Amy Andrews
Em wasn’t capable of not coming. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she panted as she let go, surrendered to it, let it wreak its havoc, breaking like an explosion over her, ripping a cry from her throat as it ravaged her.
“Yes,” he whispered in her ear, pounding into her now, stoking the blast, prolonging it with every thrust of his hips. “Yes, yes, yes.” His hand tightened in her hair, his biceps trembled at either side of her head. “Come for me. Come for me.”
Em was helpless to do anything else. She let it have its way with her. Let him have his way with her. His hips a machine, his cock hard and relentless, his body built for her pleasure.
She wasn’t even conscious of Linc building to his own crescendo until the smooth globes of his ass clenched hard in her hands and he threw his head back.
“Fuuuuuck.”
His hips slammed to a halt and his breath cut out as his body pulled taut as a bow above her.
“Yes,” Em whispered, coming back to herself, holding on tight to his ass as his hips jerked back into rhythm and he bucked and shuddered through his own orgasm, stirring the dying embers of hers into a long, lingering buzz.
“Jesus,” he muttered, his forehead pressed into her neck, his breath fanning her throat as he collapsed on top of her.
“My sentiments exactly,” Em said, a smile on her lips, the heavy weight of sexual satiation leadening her bones.
He rolled slowly off her, and she gasped as he slipped from her body, already missing the way he’d filled her, wanting it again.
Soon. After a little nap.
She rolled up onto her side and he automatically lifted his arm, closing it around her as she lay her head on his chest.
“You really do work well under pressure,” she murmured, her eyes closing.
He laughed, his warm breath disturbing the curls at her temple. It was the last thing she remembered before she crashed headlong into sleep.
Chapter Ten
Em wasn’t sure what the time was or how long she’d been asleep when she woke later. She squinted blearily at the clock face on Linc’s watch. The roman numerals were in a highly decorative old-fashioned font, so it took her a few seconds to figure out it was quarter to three.
She levered herself up on her elbow. Linc was sound asleep. His lips, slack in slumber, were something to behold—so damn kissable. And the stubble on his throat was all kinds of tempting.
Those embers stirred and rekindled deep in her belly. Damned if she didn’t want some of all that again.
But she took a moment to just admire him first. There didn’t seem to be any discernible theme to the tattoos that decorated the already gorgeous real estate of his arms. But they flowed and intertwined, fitting beautifully together.
A large sun was emblazoned on his left pectoral, and on his right pectoral, the flowing script she’d wondered about was actually the famous Ecclesiastical verse from the Bible about there being a time for everything. She ran her finger over it lightly, wondering why that? Why that verse? It had to have some meaning to him surely?
But a Bible verse?
He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious, unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.
Her gaze drifted south over smooth acres of skin that led like a golden highway to a place where there was a hell of a lot of sinning to be had. Her eyes trekked slowly down the valley between the two slabs of abdominal muscle, all pillowed and ridged for her pleasure, to the fascinating sling of muscle between his hip bones that formed an equally fascinating V. It funnelled her gaze right down to the jackpot. Like a great big arrow pointing her exactly where she wanted to go.
He’d obviously gotten up at some stage, because the condom was gone and there was a white fluffy towel discarded beside a long tanned thigh. He must have used it to clean up a bit, because his cock looked pristine, nestled in a bed of soft golden hair.
Even in its flaccid state, it was impressive, thick and long, and by no means passive. More like a slumbering giant, roused quickly and wielding a devastating force.
The embers flared to life.
Em knew herself well enough to know, in the cold light of day, there would be some internal recriminations going on. About sleeping with a guy who was another dead end when she’d promised herself she wouldn’t do that again. She knew that for sure. But for now, he was stretched out like he was her own personal playground, and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.
They were going to need another condom.
Lucky for her she knew where to find one. Three, to be exact.
He stirred slightly as she eased away from him, rising off the mat and heading for Linc’s locker. The place was a mess, but that was a problem for later. Condoms were the more pressing problem now.
She opened the door of Linc’s locker, groping blindly toward the back. With the overhead light not penetrating much more than the immediate opening, it was like a black hole back there, so she had to feel her way, her fingers alighting on a bunch of stuff, none of which felt like a condom wrapper. Or an after dinner mint, for that matter.
It was like the bloody Tardis.
“What are you doing?” came a sleepy murmur from behind her.
“Being prepared,” she muttered, half to herself half to him, as she leaned in to get right to the back.
“Mmm,” he growled. “I love the way you shake your ass. Come and shake it over here.”
Em laughed, determined not to dwell on how easily he said the L-word over things of no consequence. Her ass. His teammates. This locker room. She wasn’t going there right now; she was going to an entirely different place.
A happier place. If she could just find a damn condom!
In sheer desperation, she dragged everything out of his locker in one forward sweep, jumping back slightly as everything landed on the floor at her feet.
“Hey,” he grumbled. “That’s going to make a bloody big mess.”
“Ha,” she said, spying the gold foil packets shining like nuggets under the light. “Take a look round—we’ve already trashed this room.”
She bent deliberately, provocatively, flashing her ass and everything else she had at him as she swiped the three packets off the floor.
“You want to use these?” she asked as she straightened, brandishing the condoms like they were gold nuggets. “Or you want to put on frilly aprons and get out the feather dusters?”
“Yes to that, but later. For now, get your ass over here,” he demanded.
Em smiled, pleased to see his slumbering giant rousing, ready to conquer. She grinned as she ambled towards him, ogling him unashamedly.
“Faster,” he growled.
She reached the edge of the mat and tossed two condoms down on the floor beside it, keeping her gaze firmly glued on the rapid swelling of his cock. It was a sight to behold, and her heart just about stopped at the thought of being on top, looking down at his chest and belly and all those wonderful tats, riding him.
“You seem to have a bit of a swelling problem,” she said, all breathy and lightheaded as she flicked a glance at him through the fuzz of her fringe. “I have something for that.”
She lifted the third gold packet to her mouth and tore it open with her teeth, throwing the foil away.
“Get down here woman before I drag you down.”
She believed him. His green eyes glittered feverishly—dangerously—his cock stiff as a pike, lying proud and taut and deliciously menacing against the flat of his belly.
Her mouth watered. She was done with teasing.
Em sunk down beside him, throwing a leg over his thighs, straddling him, positioning herself so his balls sat snug against the slick heat between her legs.
He grabbed her hips, his fingers like a brand on her creamy skin, but they didn’t talk or kiss or discuss what they wanted. She didn’t even look at him. She only had eyes for what he was packing.
She knew what she wanted.
She
reached for his cock, satisfied to hear the rough intake of his breath as she rolled the condom on in one swift move and the deep, guttural groan as she sunk down onto him two seconds later. A corresponding moan rose in her throat, her eyes shutting as he filled her so absolutely, every part of her stretching to accommodate every inch of him, all hot and hard and perfect.
It wasn’t until she was seated fully and he said, “Fuck, you’re magnificent,” that she opened her eyes to find him watching her, his gaze intent.
She felt magnificent. Like she could fly. And with a flex of her hips, she set about proving she could do just that.
…
Linc opened his eyes some time later. He was lying on his side, spooned around Em, the front of his thighs curled around the backs of hers. His dick, way more awake than he was, was pressed into the cleft of her buttocks.
His lips brushed the point where neck met shoulder, her hair tickling his face. She was warm and supple, and he could smell himself all over her.
His dick got harder.
He hadn’t really thought this was the way tonight would end up. He’d hoped, but there was nothing she’d said or done all week to give him any reason to hope. But then she’d caught him masturbating in the shower. And asked him not to stop. Then stayed to watch.
That had been a game changer.
He didn’t know where they went from here, but he did know he wasn’t done with Miss Newman yet.
He squinted at his watch through bleary eyes. Four thirty. He groaned internally. They had to go. The first of the guys would be trooping in about quarter to six, and the last thing he wanted was for them to be discovered bare-ass naked by any of his teammates.
He’d never live that one down.
Knowing his luck, it’d be Griff who sprung them, and he’d spend the whole final series on the bench. If they won their match tomorrow.
As it was, he was going to have to put her in a taxi, because there was no way he could drop her home and get back to Henley in time for training.
Not his usual style with a date. But he could make it up to her later. After.
He kissed her neck, running his tongue down her nape, his hand moving to cup a breast. “Wake up, sleepy head,” he murmured as his mouth trekked to her ear. “It’s time to go.”
“Mmm,” she murmured, squirming her ass against his erection, her nipple beading in the centre of his palm. “Again?”
He chuckled, his dick appreciating the move, his hips flexing of their own volition. He wanted nothing more than to indulge in a long, slow session in that twilight zone between waking and sleeping, but…
“No.” He bit down gently on her ear lobe. “We need to get out of here before the guys discover us.”
“Mmm,” she said again, her voice sleepy. But she squirmed some more, and somehow his cock was sliding smoothly through the slickness between her legs, the head rubbing along the folds of her sex.
“Em,” he growled as she pressed her ass back into him in open invitation. He shut his eyes against the sudden slug of desire raging in his balls, valiantly trying to resist the temptation.
“I’m okay with a quickie,” she said, flexing her pelvis. “I’ve never met a guy who can get me off so fast from just his dick alone.”
Linc’s resistance snapped at the surprising admission, the slow pound of his heart loud in his ears as waves of pleasure swirled out from the base of his cock. “Is that so?”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice husky. “I never come from just penetration, and yet you managed it twice.”
“Oh really?” A dizzying hit of sexual power flushed through Linc’s body. He was a fucking sex god. “Need a bit of this usually, huh?” He slid the hand on her breast down her belly and into the heat between her legs, his finger finding the swollen little bead it was searching for, circling it for good measure as he rubbed the head of his cock back and forth.
She moaned, a hand coming up behind his neck anchoring tight, her other hand groping around for a moment. He vaguely heard the rustle of foil then she was thrusting an unwrapped condom at him.
Linc took it, all semblance of time and sense dissolving as the need to be inside her obliterated everything else. Nothing mattered now but her. Her heat and her wet and her moans. Being one with her. It echoed in every slow, thick, pound of his heart and dug urgent fingers into his buttocks.
He slid the condom on quickly, sliding between her folds again, finding her entrance and pushing in slowly—so slowly—taking her a little at a time, revelling in her thrashing against him and her demands for more.
When he pushed into the hilt, her deep, satisfied moan went straight to his balls.
“More,” she panted, half demanding half pleading, her fingernails sinking into his nape.
He gave her more, but in his own time and his own way. Easing out slowly and sinking back in just as unhurriedly. Doing it the way it should be done when first waking in the morning, slow and easy, refusing to speed up or go faster, refusing to worry about the time and the need to be gone, just concentrating on pleasure.
His and hers.
On pushing in to the hilt and pulling out to the tip, his finger teasing her clit with languid circles. The tight velvet glove of her gripped every inch of him, milking him from root to tip in long, languorous undulations as he pressed and held momentarily right at the end, wringing maximum pleasure out of every stroke.
Linc never would have thought something so slow could build him so fucking fast, but he was at fever pitch quickly, the slow burn suffusing his balls and belly and ass reaching a sudden boil in the cauldron of his pelvis.
She was there, too, the tremble of her body betraying her own state of arousal. “Linc,” she panted, her voice slightly panicked, her hand clutching and releasing his neck.
“I know,” he groaned. He knew exactly how she felt, like she was peeling out of her skin, like she couldn’t possibly survive the experience.
“I’m…I’m…”
“Me, too,” he gasped.
“Oh God, yes, Linc,” she cried, her back arching, her body stiffening. “Yesssss.”
Linc fought to keep his strokes long and slow and even, despite the demands of his body to pound and slam and rock as their orgasms tumbled over them.
This was better. This was thorough. This was mind-blowing.
This was tantric.
Going on and on and on, prolonging the pleasure, taking it to a deeper level, to another level. Not just physical.
And when it left, it left him with a bone-deep certainty that he was changed.
That he’d just been taken apart and put back together.
It took a good while to come back to himself, to get his breath back, to remember that they shouldn’t be where they were, doing what they were doing. But it was hard to cut the ties tucked around her like this, drifting in the afterglow.
His hand slid up to her breast and he kissed her neck, as he finally roused himself. “We really, really have to go.”
“I know,” she sighed, stretching and turning to face him. Linc shut his eyes briefly as his dick slid from her body. “Have I got time to have a shower?” she asked.
“Yes. There’s towels on the rack above the bench on the wall.” He forced himself to sit up rather than press his mouth to hers, easing off the condom, wrapping it in the nearby towel.
“Jesus.” He looked around at the mess. “This place looks like a mini typhoon has come through it.”
She sat up, too, her arm brushing his. “Yeah.” They surveyed it together. “How about you pick up while I have a shower.”
Linc chuckled, glancing down at her. “Are you using your teacher voice on me?”
She smiled, fluttering her eyelashes at him deliberately. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She rose then, and he tracked her path, enjoying the view. “Are you perving on my ass?” she asked as she stopped to get a towel.
Linc grinned. “Your legs, actually.” He checked out their alabaster
shapeliness for good measure. “I have a serious hard-on for your legs.”
Her gaze drifted to his flaccid cock, but she just said, “Leg man, huh?” her voice a low tease, not sounding so teacher-like anymore.
He put a hand over his heart. “Always.”
She smiled, turning away, going up on her tippy toes to reach the towels. His gaze drifted to the way her calves contracted beneath the smooth creamy texture of her skin. She got her fingers to the towels and pulled, about a dozen of them falling onto the ground at her feet.
“Shit, sorry.”
“It’s fine.” It seemed she, him, towels, and nudity were going to be inextricably bound. “Leave them. I’ll pick them up. Go have a shower.”
“Thank you,” she murmured, and then, her eyes laughing as she peered through the caramel curls of her fringe, she said, “Good boy.”
Linc chuckled as she made her escape, sauntering away from him on those gorgeous legs. He’d be her good boy any day if she wanted to play the naughty teacher.
He rose reluctantly, stretching out muscles that already felt like they’d had a workout as he looked around at the mess they’d created. Footballs, condom wrappers, towels, mats, the junk from his locker, their discarded clothes. It’d probably only take ten minutes to put it to rights, but, as the shower turned on and visions of Em wet and naked played havoc with his concentration, it was hard to know where to even start.
He guessed getting rid of the used condoms was probably his first priority. He scooped up the towel, heading for the toilets, smiling at her bra hanging off the bench seat near the lockers as he passed. He could hear the shower as he disposed of the condoms and, despite the mess outside, he strolled into the open, white-tiled wet area.
Her back was to him, and he lounged against the wall, watching her for a few moments. She was angling her head from side to side, clearly trying not to get her hair wet, the water running down her flanks to the dimples in the small of her back, then over the pale cheeks of her ass and down the backs of her legs.
His dick stirred again and there was no way he couldn’t not join her. Just for a moment.
He threw his towel on the ground near hers and stepped carefully onto the wet tiles, crossing to her in three steps. “You’re a water nymph,” he growled, lowering his head to her ear as he slid his hands onto her hips.