Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I reluctantly ripped my gaze away so I could celebrate with my teammates, and once I shook hands with the opposing team’s quarterback, we headed to the locker room to change.
Lark was standing near my parents afterward, and though their body language was a bit uncomfortable, I was grateful they were at least trying. I greeted my parents, we chatted about the game, and I thanked them for coming.
As they said their goodbyes, Mom hugged Lark and Dad squeezed his shoulder. “Say hello to your family.”
Lark smiled. “I will.”
The plan was for us to join our friends at the clubhouse for some food and drinks, but we sneaked off to my dorm room first.
As soon as we were alone, our mouths melded together.
“I love you,” Lark rasped against my lips.
“I love you too.” I peppered kisses against his jaw and cheeks and forehead, trying to get a handle on my fluttering heart. I might never get used to hearing those words from him.
It’d only been days since we were last able to be alone, but it felt like weeks. I was desperate to get lost in him, his noises and scent, even if we had to make it quick. “I missed you.”
“You just saw me—”
“Missed this.”
“Me too.” He sighed as his fingers twisted in my shirt, drawing me closer. “Fuck me?”
“You don’t have to ask twice.” My voice was rough as my groin tightened and my stomach swooped with anticipation.
His lips met mine, and he licked into my mouth, eliciting a groan from my throat. He drew his mouth away, his gaze searching mine. “How do you want me?”
My pulse pounded in my ears. “Naked.”
He grinned. “Of course. Wouldn’t want to ruin this jersey.”
“Exactly. You need to put it on again for the clubhouse and all the games in the playoffs.”
“Aren’t you the romantic?” He smirked. “Or is it superstitious?”
I chuckled. “Maybe a little of both.”
I tugged his shirt over his head, my lips nipping across his throat and down his chest, inhaling his watermelon scent. It definitely gave me a sugar high. Okay, corny, but I still wasn’t changing his nickname in my phone.
His nipples swelled from my mouth as he gripped the dresser behind him, and a rosy flush spread across his collarbones.
He helped me out of my clothes, then devoured my lips as his fingernails raked through my hair. When my hands cupped his ass cheeks, his cock thickened even further against my own. Lark squirmed against me. “Need you.”
“Turn around.” He did as I asked, anchoring his forearms on the dresser and jutting his ass out. I nearly came just from the view.
Sinking to the floor, I smoothed my fingers down his spine to his crease, making him tremble. I parted his cheeks, and my cock jerked at the sight of that perfectly pink hole. I’d become a bit obsessed with his ass lately, but I didn’t think he minded. I kissed his rim, then circled it with my tongue. “Such a perfect hole.”
“Oh my God. I can’t…” He moaned and swayed against me.
I wanted to rock his world, and that was exactly the effect of using my lips and tongue and teeth. I licked and nibbled and prodded my tongue inside him until he was begging me to fuck him.
When his hole was slick with saliva, I easily pressed the tip of my finger inside, then another. He pushed back against my hand, fucking himself on my digits. “Hurry. You’re killing me.”
Taking a step back, I grappled for a condom and lube in the drawer beside him, hopeful for that day in the future when we wouldn’t need them anymore. But Lark insisted on waiting for his test to come back first.
I rolled the condom down my shaft with fidgety hands, then applied some lube to ease the way. When my cock pressed against his hole, pleasure spiked in my groin, rushing straight to my balls. I clenched my jaw to control my pounding pulse, or it might be over in one second flat.
Gripping his hip, I pressed forward again, watching as my cock split his cheeks. It still felt surreal to be inside him. Electric heat licked across my skin, and goose bumps rose along the hairs on my arms.
“So good,” Lark choked out as his fingers clenched the dresser. When he glanced over his shoulder, the affection in his gaze was nearly my undoing.
I angled my head to place a tender kiss on his lips, and his gaze softened even further.
Wanting to feel more connected, I slung my arm around his chest and anchored him against me. “Love being inside you.”
“I love it more,” he murmured, and I moaned into his shoulder.
I snapped my hips forward, thrusting into him at a faster pace. His fingers clamped onto my forearm, hanging on for the ride but also adding to the intimacy of the moment.