driving me insane. Do you realize that?” I leaned my forehead against hers. “Watching you walk around the house in your tiny shorts has me constantly hard, and then you go and put my number on—”
“Would you rather I wore someone else's?” She blinked in mock innocence.
“Fuck, no.” Just the thought of it curdled my stomach. She was mine. Maybe we hadn’t defined exactly what we were, but whatever it was, was mine, and that sweet, tiny, little swell of her belly that had appeared in the last week was mine, too.
“Then touch me.” She rocked her hips against mine, and it was almost more than I could take. “Because you’re not alone in the driven-crazy department. How do you think it feels to see you shirtless all the time?” She gripped my shirt in her fists. “It’s like living with my switch flipped to the on position.” There was a desperation in her eyes that simultaneously intoxicated my senses while driving me to seek whatever relief I could give her.
Keeping my eyes on hers, my hand slid to her thigh, then up it, dipping under her dress and rising until I felt the smooth satin of her thong. She rolled her hips again, and my fingers found her, hot and drenched through the material.
“Damn.” My cock pulsed in time with my heartbeat and any reason we shouldn’t be doing this fled my brain. The need to be inside her overpowered every thought.
“Told you.” She kissed me, gently sucking on my lower lip.
“Keep your hands on my shoulders.” I pushed her hips back against the door and sank to my knees.
She looked confused for about half a second, but her lips parted as I yanked her dress to her waist.
“Tell me if you don’t want this.” I gripped the straps of her underwear.
“I want this,” she assured me. “I want you.”
I dragged her thong down her thighs and past her calves as she stepped out of them. They landed somewhere beside me. Then I pushed her thighs wide and held her open with my fingers, taking a breath of a second to admire how deliciously pink and shiny she was before setting my mouth to her core.
I gave her a long lick from pussy to clit, and we both moaned. She was sweet and heady, sliding down my throat as I swiped through her cleft again and again. I swirled my tongue around her clit, and when her nails dug into my shoulders, I gave her what she wanted and flicked the bud.
“Nixon!” she cried out, rocking her hips against my face.
I pinned her hips to the door so she could only take what I was willing to give her. Then I used every skill I had to drive her wild, learning what pushed her to the edge without taking her over it. I worshipped her with my mouth, tortured her with my tongue, and when her cries came faster and her thighs tensed, I slid two fingers inside her.
The walls of her pussy gripped my fingers like a vise, and my cock strained against the waistband of my pants. It was going to be so fucking good once I finally slid inside her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she started chanting as I thrust my fingers inside her in time with my tongue at her clit. Her entire body locked up, and her breath stuttered.
I found her G-spot and pushed my fingers against it in a quick tap, then took her clit between my lips and sucked, swiping my tongue over the tender flesh.
She came, yelling my name before muffling her cries with a fist. Her knees buckled, but I kept her pinned to the door as I licked her clean for long moments, bringing her through the aftershocks.
“Nixon!” Hendrix shouted, pounding on the door. “Are you in there?”
We both stilled.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I managed to answer as Liberty looked down at me with wide, hazy, satiated eyes.
“Post-game wings, or what?” he asked. “First home game, remember?”
“Right.” Shit. That had been our ritual since the year he’d signed with the Raptors. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to get my breathing—and my cock—under control.
“Roman’s already heading for his car. Let’s go,” Hendrix said with a double slap on the door.
The last thing I wanted to do was leave the sweetness of Liberty’s swollen pussy, but I wasn’t going back on my earlier thought, either. I wasn’t fucking her in my dressing room.
“We’ll be right there,” she answered for me, a smile