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TALIA
Between Dakota’s insight into Brady and me and how possessive he got when he found Gage talking to me, I was beyond ready to be alone with him when we pulled into his garage. As soon as he put the car into park, I undid my seat belt and leaned over the console. “After all that scoring you did on the field, I think it’s time for you to—”
My sentence trailed off on a gasp when he crashed his mouth against mine. Cupping my cheeks, he tilted my head back, and his tongue swept past my lips. Then he hooked his hands under my armpits and lifted me onto his lap in an impressive demonstration of strength.
Straddling him as best I could while in the front seat of his car, I pressed against his chest as we kissed again until I was breathless. Then Brady opened the door and stepped out, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. “Hold on, baby.”
I twined my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder while he kicked the car door shut and carried me into the house. He headed straight for his bedroom, sliding me down his body to set me on my feet instead of onto the mattress. Gliding his hands down to my hips, he stared at me with hooded eyes. “I can’t believe I threw for five touchdowns today. Never in all of my years as a quarterback have I gotten that many passing yards in one game.”
“Being picked to start must’ve been a good boost to your quarterback mojo.”
“My quarterback mojo,” he echoed with a laugh.
I shrugged as I smiled up at him. “Renata was telling me how football players can be superstitious, so I figured it was a thing.”
“You’re so fucking adorable, but you’re wrong, baby.” He shook his head, his hold on me tightening. “Knowing that you were cheering me on is what pushed me to the next level.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, but it didn’t matter because he didn’t give me the chance to react before his fingers gripped the hem of his jersey and pulled it over my head. “And this has never looked as good as when it was covering your perfect tits.”
“I liked walking around wearing your name and number,” I admitted softly.
“Good because you’re going to be doing it again at my next game since we’ll be home before two on the road.” He reached behind me to flick the clasp of my bra and tugged the straps down my arms until it fell to the floor. Cupping my breasts, he murmured, “But I might get you one that’ll fit you a little more tightly so I can see these while you’re wearing it.”
Thinking about how angry he’d been with his teammate only a short time ago, I quirked a brow. “What if it makes you get all cavemany when we’re around other guys?”
“Shit, good point. I guess you’ll have to keep wearing my jersey instead.” He brushed his thumbs over my nipples, making them pucker. “Since your pretty tits are all mine.”
Bending low, he twirled his tongue around the pebbled peak, and I arched my back to press my breast closer to his mouth, making him chuckle. The deep sound of amusement reverberated through my body, and I trembled. “Please, Brady.”
His breath was hot against my skin as he grunted, “You want my lips on you, baby?”
“Yes,” I hissed, threading my fingers through his blond hair to press his face against my chest.
Teasing me, he flicked his tongue over my nipple and tweaked the other side with his thumb before he finally gave me what I wanted and sucked it deep into his mouth. My fingertips flexed against his skull, and he hummed in approval as his blue eyes locked with mine. Then he switched to the other side to pay it equal attention before kissing his way down my abdomen, his tongue circling my belly button while his hands went to the snap on my jeans.
“Kick off your shoes, baby. I need to get these pants off so I can taste your sweet pussy again.”
Desperate to get his mouth on me, I did as he instructed—while he did the same with his shoes—and then wiggled my hips to help him get my jeans and panties down my legs. He went on his knees to help me, and looking down at him while I was naked and he was fully dressed was a huge turn-on. His face was level with my pussy, and my inner walls clenched when he licked his lips with a deep groan. “Fuck, you’re already so damn wet for me.”
This was still all so new to me, but I wasn’t embarrassed by my reaction to him. How could I not be drenched when he played with my breasts and talked about wanting to lick my pussy? Especially now that I knew exactly how much pleasure he could give me with his mouth. Not to mention his fingers…and dick.
“Of course, I am. Watching you play was impressive as heck. Seeing you get all growly with your teammate over me was incredibly hot. And hearing how much you want to taste me…holy heck.” I fanned myself with a sigh.
“Just wait, baby. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Hooking his arms under my inner thighs, he lifted me as he got to his feet, burying his face in my pussy as soon as my back hit the mattress. Then he started devouring me like a starving man, using his tongue and teeth to drive me close to the edge in no time. Licking, sucking, and nipping at my drenched flesh while I writhed beneath him, his big hands splayed against my hips to hold me exactly where he wanted so he could get his fill.
Brady hadn’t been kidding when he said I hadn’t seen anything yet. He’d eaten me to orgasm several times already, but this was more intense than anything I’d ever felt before. He kept taking me higher until the pleasure finally crested, and I screamed, “Yes! Brady, yes!”
“That’s my good girl,” he mumbled between licks, eating me through my release without missing a beat. “Give me another, Talia. I want to hear you scream my name so loud, the neighbors might hear you.”
After experiencing that powerful of an orgasm, I wouldn’t have thought I had anything left in me, but he proved me wrong in no time at all. Brady was as relentless in his quest to give me pleasure as he had been leading his team on the field.
“Oh, yes,” I gasped as he sank a finger inside me. I was already close to a second orgasm, and when he twisted his wrist to circle my clit with his thumb, my release crashed over my body in waves.
Brady pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh and murmured, “So fucking sweet,” before he got to his knees and shoved his pants and boxer briefs down his muscular thighs. He didn’t even bother taking them all the way off or removing his shirt. Instead, he positioned himself between my legs, notching the tip of his dick at my entrance as he looked down at me. Filling my tight heat with one powerful thrust, he groaned, “I swear, having your pussy wrapped around my cock feels even better than scoring a touchdown.”
“Brady,” I whispered, my heart swelling with emotion that felt an awful lot like love. I’d only known him for less than a week, so I forced the words down and reached for him to show my feelings in another way.
