But I push that interaction from my mind the second the door to our room comes into view, and I’m very thankful that I picked a room with no windows or cameras. It’s nearly an abandoned room, which was perfect for what I needed back then—and now.
I try the handle, but it’s locked, so I lightly knock. “It’s me.”
She unlocks it immediately, and I slip inside, turning and shutting the door behind me, pushing the lock back into place.
I’m a nervous, aroused mess when I spin around to find her, my jaw falling through the floor. “Holy mother of God,” I exhale.
She rocks back and forth on her heels, her hands behind her back … her bare back and bare legs and bare everything. “Hi to you too.”
“I’ve got to win the Cup more often.” I drop everything to the floor, no care in the world for my possessions’ safety, as I take a step toward her.“You are so goddamn sexy, Shay. So beautiful.”
Wetting her lips, she takes a step toward me, electricity crackling in the air. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
I scoff. “I don’t think we’ll need a lot because I’m not going to last more than a minute with you looking like that.” My fingers tingle and reach out toward her, sliding down the side of her neck, over her scar, across her shoulder, and down her arm. “But I’m going to need a few hours soon just to explore every inch of you.”
She’s all sass. “I think I could pencil you in.”
She takes another step toward me, and my cock, already rock hard between us, grazes her lower stomach.
Her voice is breathy and desperate. “I want you so badly. I need you.”
My hands brush her hair from her face as I bend down, trailing kisses from her temple to her lips. “I’m yours, Rooney. Always have been.”
Her hand strokes across my joggers, and I nearly pass out from the sensations striking me like lightning.
“I know we don’t have much time, and it would be our first time having sex. But I’m ready, and I need you to fuck me like your life depends on it because watching you win out there was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Holy fuck.
Her lips crash into mine and I float to outer space. Her hands strip my clothes with efficiency. The girl is not playing around. She knows exactly what she wants, and she’s taking it.
We are a mess of whimpers and desire, building with each touch and caress until my cock is throbbing. Walking her back to the mirror wall, I guide her against it and drop to my knees in front of her. I grab her ankle and lift her leg, throwing it over my shoulder.
“Matt, we don’t have time for this?—”
“Shh.” I run my tongue up her center, groaning from how good she tastes. “Wealwayshave time for this.”
She stops protesting the second I bury my tongue in her soaking wet pussy. Fuck, she wasn’t kidding when she said she was ready, her body eager for every touch. My fingers stretch her slowly, but her pussy’s greedy for more.
I suck on her clit, wanting her to come more than once while we’re here. Besides, I enjoy this just as much as she does.
Her hands sink in my hair, tugging roughly, as her core starts to tighten up and pulse, her orgasm at the brink of exploding.
“Matt, fuck,” she whimpers and bends over fully, her body draped over my head and shoulders as she rides the waves of pleasure.
I don’t stop, but I circle my tongue on the ultra-sensitive nerves, ramping her orgasm up.
“Oh my God.”
She rocks against me until gradually, she peels herself off of me, lifting my head with her until I’m standing, my arms now caging her against the mirror.
“Tell me how you want me, baby.” Reaching between us, I stroke myself base to tip, happy to obey every order.
Her hooded gaze is darker than ever, her light auburn hair disheveled and sexily messy. Slowly, she spins around and lifts her leg, resting it on the short barre at the edge of the mirror that’s usually used for stretching—or at least it used to be. But to be fair, we’re about to do some stretching of our own.
I meet her fiery stare in the mirror as she pushes her ass back, hands flat against the reflective glass.
“I want to take you like this.”
