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“I’m not—”

I reached between us to cradle his cock before dragging my fingers up his length. He hissed, mouth falling away from my breast, and I sunk to my knees.

“You said I was a part of your team, yeah? Do you always lie to your team?” I pushed his knees out wider and tugged at his waistband until he brought his ass to the edge of the bed.

“I don’t wanna think about them when you’re …” He looked down at me, pupils nearly swallowing the color, and shook his head. “If there’s one time I don’t wanna think about them, it’s this.”

His voice was deliciously weak and I loved it.

“Then don’t lie to me and sugarcoat things like you do for them.” I pulled at his pants and he lifted his ass so I could tug them and his underwear down and over his knees. His cock sprung free, not fully erect, but thick and pulsing, a mouthwatering sight. “Now be honest with me, honey. Are you nervous?”

“Yes. Fuck, of course I am, cinn. I’ve been tired and not doing my best in drills. And there’s so much going on, I feel like I haven’t done half as much prep as I did last year. And what’s worse is I kind of don’t care about that.”

I rewarded his honesty by taking hold of his cock and licking up his shaft. His head immediately fell back and his hips raised, chasing my tongue as I dragged it over his head.

“Fuck, more. Please, Leah,” he begged, hands fisting by his side.

“Such a good boy,” I murmured before lowering my mouth over his cock, taking him as deep as I could. His hips jerked again and I hummed before pulling off him. “But you can’t do that, I don’t want you to come too soon.”

“Then don’t deep throat me like that,” he said with a dry chuckle.

“Fine,” I huffed, letting my drool pool under my tongue before spitting it onto his cock. My saliva trickled down his length and when I took him in hand to spread it, he whimpered, eyes shut tightly like the sight of me doing this to him was too much to bear.

“Niall,” I said, clicking my tongue. “I need you to watch me or I can’t get off.”

That wasn’t exactly true. Niall was reactive enough that each gasp and moan went right to my clit. I was plenty wet already. But I wanted his eyes on me as he fought not to come all over my tits.

His eyes fluttered open, hazy as he watched me lean closer and push my tits around his cock. Now I wasn’t the Jessica Rabbit type, but my tits have always been big enough to make sports bras the most viable and comfortable option to contain things. I didn’t have enough to fully smother him, even with the pregnancy growth. But I could press them together to make a tight hold on him and watching his head glide between my tits was the hottest, most porny thing I’ve ever seen. If I had a toy in, I’d be a goner.

“Leah,” Niall whined and I forced my eyes away from his cock to look at him, sweat rolling down his brow, eyes fighting to stay open. “This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced, and I’d love to come between your tits some other time, but please, get up here. I need to be inside you tonight. I need to feel you.”

“Fuck,” I hissed. I pressed my tits together for another pass and leaned down to lick his head, only able to swirl the tip over him, but even that made his whole body shake. “Next time you’re at an away game, I’m going to picture that.”

I let my tits fall to their natural state and stood while pushing down my leggings. Before I could even get upright and free my left foot, Niall’s hands were on me, pulling me onto his lap, his cock pressed hard against my pelvis. I pushed closer, loving the feel of his bare cock against my skin.

“We didn’t really discuss it last time, but I didn’t see anyone in those months before I knew you were pregnant,” he said through heavy pants as I shifted so his cock pressed against my pussy so I could grind on him. “And I really can’t bring myself to move to get a condom. Can I please—”

“Yes,” I whispered, shifting again so his head pressed against my opening. I let him sit there for a second, toying with us both, as I waited for second thoughts to come. But they didn’t. There were no second thoughts when it came to Niall. Not anymore.

As I sank my cunt down onto him, Niall wrapped his arms around my back and thrusted up, our movements meeting, joining us as deeply as possible. We sat there for a second, looking at each other, eyes watery. It was the only sign of recognition that things were different, we were together, we were a team, we were partners, before Niall lifted my hips and slammed me back onto his cock.

Niall thrusted into me over and over again, so rough and fast, it was all I could do to hold on. I nuzzled into his neck, whispering little praises as he fucked me and nipping at the sensitive skin below his ear, fully biting him when I got a whimpering response. Then when I was close, when Niall was just holding off with stuttered thrusts and a death grip on my ass, I whispered, “Come with me, honey. Please?”

“But—”

“No, buts,” I moaned. “I wanna come together. And good boys give their partners what they want, right?”

Rather than responding, he kissed me. Kissed me in a way that acknowledged he heard what I said, felt it too, but was too overwhelmed to respond with words. And when we came it was electric, warm and buzzy and different than before, but familiar too. He was familiar, this was the warmth and comfort you got from being with the same person again. And that was so different for me, so beautiful.

“Fuck,” Niall groaned, resting his forehead on mine and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Need more.”

“More? Can you really—” My world was suddenly twisted as Niall moved me so my back was on the bed.

“More of you coming,” he mumbled, then pulled out of me and tucked his cock back in his pants before moving down my body, his lips making a path to my cunt. I was about to check if he was certain he wanted to go down on my come-filled cunt, when he pressed the gentlest kiss to my stomach and the words died in my throat.

He moved further down my body, nipping at the soft bit of skin above my hip bone as he wrangled my dangling pants off my ankle. Then he settled between my legs, my thighs over his shoulders, and leaned in to take one long lick of my cunt.

“Fuck, I missed this.” He went back in for another taste, this time pressing harder and twisting his tongue over my clit. My back arched off the bed, following the rhythm of his licks, chasing the insane talent that was Niall Christenson’s tongue.