Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,48

my back. Huge. Wanting. Dangerous. My body craved to feel it again.

Was this a rush…or an addiction to him? I hadn’t had him inside me since Vegas, and yet I slickened and waited and clenched over the memory of it. His fingers could tame my suffocating need, but only his cock could free me in a moment of absolute magic.

His cock rubbed my ass. I pushed back. He liked that. So did I.

I bumped him with my hips and teased his shaft. I ground against his waist and rubbed his cock with every little hump. His breathing hitched again. I grinned. He could touch me all he wanted, but I’d make sure every stroke of his fingers was answered with a wiggle of my ass against his cock. I’d torment him with the same delights he wove over me.

“Fuck, Elle…” He spoke through clenched teeth. “You’ll drown me.”

I panted through my words. “You think you’re the only one who can tease?”

He pinned me close and forced my hips to still. “You’ve been nothing but a tease, Red, but now you’re gonna come for me. Hard. And you’re gonna realize what you’ve known all along.”

“What’s that?”

“That you belong right here, in my arms, getting fucked like an animal by your husband.”

A tempting offer when my blood boiled and core ached for him. My eyes pinched closed. His fingers moved too quick, too fast, too perfectly.

“And if I refuse to come?”

He laughed. “I’d love to see you try. You’re begging for it now. Shaking. Hot. That puffy little pussy is wetter than the damn river.”

“Doesn’t mean…” I bit my lip to silence a moan. “I’ll come for you.”

“Why fight it?” His words lowered, a secret whisper for me and me alone. “Stay with me forever, and your life will be nothing but pleasure.”

His hand slipped on my hip.

I wasn’t letting him win that easily—not even with a lifetime of his skilled tongue on the line.

He didn’t expect me to twist so suddenly. The rush of kicked bubbles tickling against my slit almost pitched me over the edge. I darted away, diving through water that nearly boiled around me.

I sighed. I trembled. I kept a safe distance between him. A few yards. Well beyond his arms.

Because if he caught me again, I’d never escape.

I’d never want to escape.

“What are you?” He laughed. “Half fish?”

“You really want me that badly?” I asked. “Forever? As your wife?”

Lachlan didn’t lunge for me, even as I circled him. “You are my wife, Red. And I’ll be the greatest husband for you.”

“You want me to take your word on it?”

“I’d love to prove it. Over and over again. For a couple hours.”

“Only a couple?”

Lachlan grinned. “For today. After that we’ve got the rest of our lives.”

That thrill was dangerous. I silenced the voice in my head that might have agreed to anything as long as we could seal the vow with a kiss. I dove under the water and surfaced in the safety of my willow branches. Hidden. Secret.

Desperate.

Lachlan’s gasp wasn’t subtle. He had gone under, and I treaded further back, to the safety of the tree roots and rocks. Listening. Waiting.

But I didn’t hear him—only my thumping heartbeat echoed in the woods. That meant he planned something. I spun, hopping onto the boulder to pull myself from the river before he pounced.

Too slow.

Lachlan burst from the water behind me. He launched over my body and we both collapsed on the sun-warmed boulder at the river’s edge.

I stilled.

Lachlan didn’t.

His victorious laugh echoed with a rapturous fun. He pinned me, my stomach on the rock, my legs spread wide under him.

Did he realize how he positioned over me?

My back instinctually arched. We both flinched as his cock struck me, sliding against my offered slit.

“Caught you.”

His words rumbled deep, rasping in need but layered in the warmth of his conquering smile. He bumped his hips forward, and the head of his cock teased me. Too close and not nearly close enough.

“Are we gonna keep Marco Poloing this shit, or did you still want to play games?” he asked.

I didn’t answer. My hips flexed, accidentally bumping his hardness. His fist had captured the length, giving it a quick tug for his own pleasure. I gasped as the head nudged my slit.

I pushed.

The head of his cock, just the barest tip, slipped within me.

Neither of us moved. My breathing shifted, rushed and panting. Just the head stretched me full. I shivered as a breeze brushed through the willow tree. Goose bumps prickled