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Suddenly, there came a knock on my back door, so soft I almost didn’t hear it. Hank leaped up and started barking.
I froze. That couldn’t be Christian or one of the other guys; I would’ve seen their headlights through my windows as they came up the driveway. I rose from my chair and quietly walked to the door, wishing I had something to protect myself. What if it was Trip? He had been alarmingly quiet since the text calling me a bitch. Showing up late at night like this was exactly the kind of thing he would do.
I approached the door, then relaxed when I saw who was standing on the other side. I unlocked the deadbolt and threw open the door to reveal Christian. “What are you doing here!”
With his hands shoved into the pockets of his Colts hoodie, he shrugged and said, “I’m here to see you. Duh.”
“Where’s your car?”
“I parked on the main road,” he replied. “I figured the dogs in the kennel would hear my tires on the gravel if I drove all the way up to your door. I was hoping to surprise you, but I didn’t want toscareyou.”
Iwasscared, even if it had only lasted for less than a minute. I walked back to the kitchen table where my laptop was, my heart still racing. I intended to tell Christian that he needed to warn me next time. He needed to understand that a surprise night-time visit to a woman who lived alone wasnotas charming as it sounded.
But when I turned around, anything I’d been about to say disappeared from my mouth the moment I looked at him again. His chestnut hair was messy like he’d come straight here without letting it dry from the shower, and his eyes were narrowing intensely on me. It was the same commanding gaze I’d seen him wear on the field tonight. The look of a leader.
And as if he was reading my mind, he pounced on me.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, our lips locking together like they belonged there. He was so strong he held me close with ease, my breasts pressed against his broad chest, the muscles hard and warm even through his hoodie.
Christian yanked my own sweatshirt over my head like it offended him, then ran his fingers along my back, gripping the fabric of my shirt and then pulling it over my head until I only wore a bra. I tore his hoodie over his head, taking his shirt with it, and my breath froze as his muscles came into view, pecs and abs and obliques so gorgeous it was like they were painted on. I touched his chest lightly with my fingers as he found my bra clasp, and my breasts fell out into the cool kitchen air, but then he smothered me with his chest to keep me warm as we kissed again.
His hands raced to my jeans, unbuckling the belt and clasp and then pulling down the zipper. He fell to his knees before me to yank the jeans down, and while his hands pulled them below my calves and feet he let his face brush against my thighs, kissing the skin wherever he ended up. And before I knew what I was doing I was pulling my panties off, desperate to remove their inhibition, and as I did, Christian kissed up my thigh, closer and closer, until his hair was brushing against my sex, then his nose…
“Ohhh,” I moaned as his tongue hit my clit, rolling across it in passing. I shivered and wondered how he could be so hungry for me after losing a pivotal game, but only for a fleeting instant, because then he was rising again and removing his own pants until his cock burst into view, red and throbbing with need. Christian wrapped one arm under my ass and picked me up, but instead of taking me up to the bedroom, he deposited me on the couch in the living room, and I bounced there and looked up at his statuesque body.
He lowered himself to me, kissing me sensually, then pulled back enough to look deep into my eyes.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, and my heart did a backflip.
“It’s only been a few hours.”
“I know,” he insisted. “Far too long.”
I leaned in to kiss him again, but then he twisted away from me, kneeling on the couch next to me while moving his hands down my torso until he reached my legs. Not quite the sixty-nine position; he was to my side rather than across my body. He licked along my ribs and belly button, into my tuft of pubic hair, his hot breath on my clitoris and the wetness of my sex.
He forced my legs open with his arms, which made the muscles in his back and shoulders ripple with strength, then lingered there for an eternity.
He dove into me like a starving animal who needed to taste me, sucking my entire clit and surrounding skin into his mouth, and then letting it slide out, licking past it to my juicy lips. His tongue was a whirlwind up and down my sex, hitting every nerve I had. I moaned and ran a hand along his back, enjoying the wonderful view of his chiseled ass while he ate me out. All the while he kept a strong grip on my thighs, holding them open on the couch.
I let my hand slide down to his shoulder. It was a stone boulder, potent with strength. My hand moved down his arm and back up again, savoring his smooth skin while he ate my pussy.
But I wanted to pleasure him at the same time. To let him feel what I was feeling.
I leaned forward and reached lower, down between his legs. I caressed past his balls until I found his enormous cock, hanging underneath him. I tightened my grip and began stroking, and he moaned into my pussy, which of course made me stroke him faster.
We fed off each other’s energy and pleasure until finally it wasn’t enough.
He pulled away from me quickly, grabbing my legs and spinning me around to sit normally on the couch. Then he spread my legs with both of his hands and lowered his body into mine, letting the tip of his cock rub up against my wet slit. I sucked in a breath as he guided it in without his hands, keeping my legs spread wide for him.
“Ugh,” he grunted, concentration and sweat plastered on his face. “Beth, you feel amazing…”
All I could do was moan in return as he pushed inside with a single long, slow stroke. Everything I’d worried about that week melted away under his touch: the paperwork on the table, the dogs arriving tomorrow morning, and the Colts loss to the Jaguars.I tilted my head back and opened my mouth in a silent sigh of ecstasy when he was as deep as he could go, his thighs pressing against my thighs and his pubic hair mingling with mine.
I couldn’t believe how amazing he felt. It was like the first time all over again. And judging from the look on his face, he thought the same.
He moved slowly, back and forth a few inches at a time while his face remained tense. “I need you so badly,” he said, sighing while he gyrated his athletic body against mine.
“Take me,” I whispered.
