and patient and not at all forward. At the risk of sounding arrogant, I’d begun to wonder if he had someone waiting back home. Celebrities hid relationships, sometimes entire families, all the time.
Obviously, I knew now that he wasn’t involved.
Even if he did like his blowjobs dirty, he was too much of a sweetie. No way could he be hiding a girlfriend or, worse…a wife. It wouldn’t just shatter my trust in him. It would shatter the last piece of myself that I still thought good.
Rich’s tongue found my nipple, circling the nub before biting it gently. “Tell me, Braxton. I might go insane if you don’t.” He punctuated his claim by thrusting his hips and letting me feel his erection. It boded well that he was quick to recover.
“F-from behind,” I finally answered. My voice shook since he was still thrusting between my legs. “I want you to taste me from behind.”
His jeans and the hard ridge trapped underneath supplied the perfect friction for my clit. It began to throb uncontrollably as my arousal grew. I tossed my head to the side, unwittingly leaving my neck where Houston had already left his mark open for Rich to ravish. I felt his tongue and teeth abusing the skin there and making my toes curl as he humped me with all the vigor of being inside of me. When his hips lost their rhythm, I knew he was close to coming.
And that he was still wearing his jeans.
I wasn’t an expert on high-end clothing, but they looked expensive. Eyes closed and close to coming myself, I was fumbling to get them out of the way in time when Rich stopped abruptly and flipped me on my stomach.
I was startled until I remembered his offer to eat my pussy.
Yanked onto my knees so suddenly, I yelped in surprise. A moment later, I was burying my face in the rumpled bedding when his tongue began lashing my clit. The hungry sounds he made, the relentless pressure…he ate me so thoroughly, I came as I fisted the bedspread.
And the only sound I made was a choked scream.
Abandoning my sensitive clit, Rich kissed my lips and then my trembling thighs. The moment my muscles relaxed, and I felt in control of my body, I let myself collapse onto the bed with a satisfied sigh. I wouldn’t allow myself to relax too much, though, since I needed a shower and a toothbrush. I felt the bed move and heard Rich settling in next to me before pulling me into his chest. I could feel his erection poking my spine, and even though my body protested moving, the desire to do something about it won.
Turning in his arms, I sat up and reached for his belt. He caught my wrist with a question in his tired eyes. Pulling my hand free, I undid his belt and jeans, and the moment he was in my hand, I swallowed half his dick in one gulp. I was much slower at taking the rest of him. He’d shown me how he liked it, and I was more than eager to give him whatever he needed. I even threw in a few tricks of my own that had him coming down my throat for a second time.
I’d barely finished swallowing his cum before he pulled me to him and began placing gentle kisses on my lips over and over. With his mouth still pressed hard against mine, he whispered, “I think I’m in trouble.”
Rich deepened the kiss, which saved me from telling him he had no idea how much.
“It’s a fucking wrap, Denver. Good night!” Houston shouted to the roaring crowd. The stage lights at the Broncos Stadium at Mile High were cut—our cue to get the fuck out of Dodge.
We were ushered through the tunnel the players used to enter the field, and as soon as we were behind closed doors of the room we were given to lounge in before the show, Houston rounded on me while ignoring Xavier waiting nearby. I knew he was ready to rip into me for the mistakes I’d made out there tonight. No one except a professional would have noticed, but it didn’t matter because Houston Morrow was a persnickety scrooge.
He was also looking for any reason to go to war with me.
“Whatever you’re about to say,” Xavier cut in before he could start, “it will have to wait. There’s been a development.”
“Does it require all of us, or can I go?” Loren