Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,54

stomach’s in knots. But I’m okay. Rotten day though.”

“Can I make it up to you?”

She made a face. “Normally I’d love some pizza…but I don’t think I’m very hungry.”

“I am.”

“Well, there’s paper plates in the drawer by the sink, or I have a couple collectable plates from different amusement parks—”

“I’m not hungry for pizza, Elle.”

I tugged her to the couch, grinning as she tried her hardest to act demure and scandalized.

I wasn’t buying it.

I knew this woman. How she felt. How she reacted. How she tasted.

She might have hidden it, but Elle longed to be kissed, licked, fucked, taken.

And I owed that much to her.

And to myself.

I pushed her onto the couch, flat on her back with her skirt up and legs spread.

My cock would burst through my jeans. “Can you stay like this forever?”

She hummed. “Might take a bit of convincing.”

“Oh, I can be very persuasive.”

Panties.

Why did a woman like her bother with panties? The tiny scrap of cloth barely protected her secrets from my watering mouth. I rolled the material down her legs and savored the sight.

Perfect legs. Curvy hips. Smooth skin.

And a pussy so wet and slick it was like we’d never left the river.

Some men took their time. Some liked to tease. Some idiots didn’t offer a lady anything at all.

That wasn’t me.

I held a power over this woman when her legs were spread and that soft little slit was exposed to me. I dove for Elle, burying my face within that dark secret of hers. One good lap with my tongue, and I had her for my own.

Back arched.

Hands in my hair.

My name on her lips.

She was so easy to please, and such a tasty treat. Her silken folds opened to me, and I plunged my tongue as deeply inside as I could get. She bucked against the intrusion, but not in a bad way. No. She arched to get closer. To feel more. To be licked.

Eaten.

Devoured.

And it’d be my pleasure…as well as hers.

“Lachlan…” Elle’s voice already trembled. I sucked her clit to hear the rest of her words waver. “Maybe we should talk?”

“Not polite to talk with my mouth full.”

I made a point of it though, so she’d hear how slurred and wet my words were. She shuddered in the vulgarity of it all. That made it fun, watching her writhe and squirm.

Best part of the day.

“But you were upset,” she said.

I nibbled her clit. “Better now.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Her words gasped. “On the field…?”

I was nose-to-clit in a beautiful pussy, slurping up her cream just so she’d make more, and she wanted to talk about the team? I wasn’t letting anything kill this hard-on.

“Don’t worry, Red.” I planted a kiss on her swollen nub. “I’m working the kinks out.”

“But it’s been a few weeks.”

“A few weeks of mindless drills.” I sucked on her. “The same plays.” I licked. “With the same players. I can’t concentrate if I’m bored.” I looked at her, grinning, knowing full well how messy my mouth was. “Wait until I get on the field. You’ll see.”

She nodded, raising her hips. I blew across her heated slit.

“But I…” She bit her lip. “I was…”

“Worried about me?”

“What can I say, Charming? You got under my skin.”

“No. I got into your panties.”

And to prove it, I lunged for her again. My mouth sealed over her clit, and I earned every frantic breath and pleaded mew that ached from her throat. She gripped the couch, my hair, her own breasts.

I had her.

Of course I did.

She was so easy to get off—a little sucking, quick licking, and a grateful prayer that a woman like her would give me the honor of tasting her velvet slit. Her body convulsed and pussy slickened with a rewarded, honeyed sweet cream.

She came, and I grabbed her hips to pulled her closer to my mouth. I might have loved to watch her shiver and twitch, but I didn’t need to see her face. I had the best view in the house, and I thanked her with another quick flick of my tongue within her core.

Elle groaned. Her words slurred into a single cry of pleasure, and she pushed me off of her to breathe.

Silly girl. No one pulled a hunter off of his prey.

“God, Lachlan…” She sunk into the couch. “Are you sure you don’t want this to be our third date? I’d do anything you wanted to right now.”

“Oh, you’ll do that anyway.” I stroked her clit with a finger, laughing as she groaned. “But that