My back arches off the mattress with a scream when he places his mouth onto my sex. With a moan, he plunges his tongue around the finger still pumping in and out of my pussy before he sucks it into his mouth to lick off the residue.
Just the vibration of his groans on the tip of my finger is enough to set me off, much less the return of his mouth to my dripping pussy. He flicks on the buzzing nub in the middle of my sex three times before he doubles the bucks of my hips by milking an orgasm out of me by rubbing the fingers he slipped inside me in an upward motion.
“What the hell is that?” I murmur when the fog in my head clears enough for my thoughts to be translucent.
“That’s called your G-spot, baby.” His term of endearment is unexpected but very much wanted. “And from how firm it still feels after you’ve come, I’m confident you’ve got more than one orgasm in you.”
Before I can ask him how he knows that, he returns his mouth to my dripping sex, where he continues to devour me for the next several minutes. He bites, licks, nips, and sucks at me until there’s no doubt the sun has risen, I’m on the verge of exhaustion, and my wish to keep this bed off housekeeping’s radar is no longer plausible. The sheets are drenched with more than a heated night’s sweat.
“Sum…” Lennox murmurs against my prickled skin as he makes his way up my spent body several long minutes later, kissing and nibbling on his way.
“Yeah.”
My eyes are shut from exhaustion, but I sense his closeness long before I feel his panted breaths on my earlobe. “Tell me you don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t have a condom,” I immediately reply, a pause not required since I genuinely don’t have what he’s chasing.
“Good.” He presses his lips to the shell of my ear before rolling me onto my side. Sleep beckons me as quickly as Lennox coerced multiple orgasms out of me when he nuzzles into my side, but I don’t see it being achieved anytime soon when he finalizes his statement, “Because I couldn’t fuck this up any faster if I tried.”
12
Lennox
Agroan of a man on the verge of death rolls up my chest when an annoying knock sounds through my ears. I didn’t down more liquor last night than I do at frat parties during the off-season, but my head is throbbing as if I did. I guess the absence of sex and alcohol the past three weeks could be blamed for that. You don’t realize how immune you are to certain things until they’re taken away from you.
I learned that the hard way when my mother passed away, but when I stumbled onto Summer only months after her death, her loss seemed nowhere near as bad. She filled in the hole in my heart, her patchwork so sturdy, not even running into the man responsible for it saw it being nicked last night.
Despite the numerous offers I received in front of my father last night, I stumbled home to Summer like stroking my cock while imagining her in her new swimsuit will beat rough sex any day of the week.
I’m a soft cock, but for some stupid reason, I don’t care. The past few weeks have been unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and not a single highlight includes time on a ball field. The recollection has me worried I’m making a mistake, but it’s too late for me to back out now. I’m in it for the long haul.
When a knock booms through my ears for the second time, I raise my torso off the mattress and swing my eyes to the door. My already aching head gets an additional throb when I struggle to see the door past the wall separating the main part of the room from the bathroom. Summer and I sleep in the bed closest to the patio doors so we wake to a beach view every morning. Today, I’m waking up in the bed next to the wall, meaning I can’t see the door, much less pretend I have x-ray vision to see who’s banging it down at God knows what time.
I almost tell them to come back at a more appropriate hour, in not such a polite manner, but the quickest glimpse of the alarm clock on the bedside table stops me. It’s late in the afternoon, meaning I’m hours late for training.
Fuck!
Coach Randall almost benched me yesterday because I was a couple of minutes late. I don’t see him being lenient when I rock up halfway through a training session.
“Sum…” I call out, suddenly conscious the person banging on our hotel room door isn’t the only noise I’m hearing. Shower water is running down the gurgler too. “I need to take Cubie. I missed the bus to training.”
When her shampoo-covered head pops out of the bathroom door, my head slants to the side. She looks different today, more relaxed, happy, and unwound.
She also looks as sexy as fuck, but we’ll keep that between us.
“Okay. I have a meeting with Felix about my roster for opening weekend, but I can take a cab.”
As I stuff my feet into my shoes, I ask, “What time is your meeting?”
“Five. Why?”
After tying my laces, I snatch up her keys from the entryway table before bridging the divide between us. Every step I take doubles the redness on Summer’s cheeks. They’re so invigorating, I halve my natural stride, more than tempted to see just how flushed I can make her.
My already pitiful steps slacken even more when an image of a red-faced Summer flashes before my eyes. She’s gripping bedsheets, and her back is arched in the same fashion I forever put my bed companions through after placing a pillow under their backside before going to town on their drenched slits.
My cock aches more than the head above my shoulders when my tongue delves out to replenish my suddenly bone-dry mouth. A scrumptious taste is coating my lips, and no matter how much my brain tries to deny the obvious, there’s only one scent that could match something so cock-thickening delicious.
I ate my best friend for dessert, but because of the liquor I tossed back while endeavoring to prove my father wrong about the exchange he witnessed between Summer and me, I’m only recalling snippets of our exchange instead of every sordid detail.
