The party is in its third hour and the fireworks should start soon. But the visuals from Rawley’s whispered comments are more appealing than colored lights in the sky.
We’ve been all over each other since the party began, so I’m already stirred up. Even with teammates and other friends around, it has felt natural to give into my draw to touch him, kiss him.
It’s not helping that he’s wearing a loose sleeveless shirt, showing off the length of those ripped arms, and even some side man-cleavage. I’m ready to tear that shirt off and run my hands over everything he’s got going on.
As if whispering those dirty words in my ear weren’t enough, he next starts nuzzling my neck. My body is on fire waiting for this damn light show.
Maybe we can sneak to my room for a quickie.
I look over at Connor, and he seems fully engaged in a conversation with Marisa’s sister, who’s a volleyball player at Tolliver. He won’t miss Rawley for a few minutes.
Grabbing his hand, I pull him away from our group and lead him through the house to my bedroom.
He’s the one who takes control as soon as the door’s closed, backing me up against a wall and sliding the fabric of my skirt up.
“You already wet for me, Avie?” He rolls his body against where I’m wedged against the wall, and yup, he’s hard.
No reason to waste time.
“Rawley, get inside me now.”
He grins widely while grabbing the condom from his pocket, then drops his pants and boxers. In the meantime, I rip off my panties.
“Skirt stays on,” he instructs, as if I didn’t get the memo.
“Yes, yes.”
“You sure you’re ready for me?” he asks as he puts the condom on.
“Stop talking, Rawls. This is a quickie. Emphasis on ‘quick.’”
He chuckles and brings my legs around him, pressing me against the wall for leverage. Once he has us in the position he wants, he starts pushing inside.
We both moan as the first three inches find their spot.
“How does this get better every time?” he says.
He goes again, forward and back, while I squeeze my legs. Within two strokes, he’s fully sheathed in me.
And he’s right, it’s better than ever.
“God, I love this,” I groan.
He smiles at my response. “Me too, Avie.”
“Don’t you dare stop. I want all you have to give me.”
Thrust.“How can I deny the lady what she wants?
We stop talking as he picks up the pace for the third, fourth, fifth stroke, and when I moan, he pounds into me even faster.
“I knew you had more in you, Rook,” I gasp out.
He responds with action, not words—tilting the angle of my hips the slightest bit, adjusting his hands under my ass, and exploring a new touchpoint between our bodies.
My eyes go hazy as my body catches up to what he just did. “Oh my god.”
“Yeah, Avie, you wanted all I have? Then that’s what you get.”
