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Authors: Desiree Holt

Line of Scrimmage (23 page)

When Erin was down to only the tiniest pair of bikini panties he’d ever seen, in the same pale lavender as her bra, she turned around so her back was to him. The scrap of silk and lace barely covered the sweet cheeks of her ass, their shape making his palms itch to hold them and caress them. Then, hooking her fingers in the edge of the panties, she very slowly shimmied them down past her hips and thigh. The movement of her ass as she rocked it from side to side with the grace of a dancer had him mesmerized. Sliding his thumb over the head of his cock, he wasn’t at all surprised to discover fluid sitting at the peak. Slowly he massaged it into the sensitive skin, wishing like hell it was the cream from Erin’s pussy he was spreading.

Jake had trouble keeping his tongue in his mouth when she bent over to tug the teeny tiny panties all the way down her legs. She stepped out of them and then bent over to pick them up, giving him a mouthwatering view of not only her ass but also her pussy that he knew was incredibly delicious. She straightened, yanked the barrette from her hair, and shook loose the tumbled masses of dark red curls. Tossing that red mane, she gave him a seductive look over her shoulder. Then she gave a little wiggle of her hips.

Holy shit! He could feel his shaft swelling even more.

She turned and started toward him, then stopped, the bold tease suddenly gone, a look of hesitation washing over her face. If she stopped now he’d back away, although he was afraid if he did, his cock would self-destruct.

“Are we really doing this?” she asked.

“Not if you don’t want to.”
Please want to.
“It’s all up to you.” Still, she stood there, poised on the edge of uncertainty. “Come here, sugar.” He gestured with his fingers. “Please.”

Then the vixen was back, and she walked slowly back to the bed until she stood between his outstretched legs.

“Is this what you want?”

God! The husky sound of her voice sent every single one of his nerves dancing, all of them sending the charge straight to his groin. He raked his gaze over her body, taking in every inch of her creamy skin, his mouth watering so much he was afraid he would drool.

“It’ll do for a start.”

She bent low to press her mouth to his and Jake took over immediately. Anchoring his fingers in her hair, he held her head in place while he sketched the seam of her lips with his tongue and lightly touched the corners. She opened for him easily, sucking in his tongue and dragging her teeth over it oh so lightly. Damn! Lightning shot through him straight to his balls. He clamped her head more tightly, sealed his mouth to hers, and danced with her delicate tongue. He traced lines in the hot liquid cavern, reveling in the erotic taste of her. She was just as aggressive, sliding her tongue along every inch of his inner surface and moaning softly with pleasure. Kissing her was pure pleasure, an indulgence he was sure he’d never get enough of.

When they broke the kiss, they were both panting.

“Let’s do that again.” He ran his knuckles lightly over the soft skin of her cheek and down along the line of her jaw.

“Mmm,” she hummed and pressed her mouth to his once more.

This time the kiss was more leisurely, gentler, softer, but no less erotic. He wanted to take his time with her, kiss her some more, explore her body as he’d done on that long, erotic, magical night they were together—at least that was how he remembered it. He wanted to listen to her sighs and her little moans again, sounds that signaled what gave her pleasure so he’d know what was good, what she liked.

The unexpected anticipation had been building day by day since the first moment she’d walked into his bedroom and her eyes had unwillingly dropped to the outline of his engorged cock. He considered it lucky he hadn’t just torn off her clothes and ravished her. Yeah, not too smooth there. And the broken leg and the cumbersome cast had certainly been a problem the one night she’d dropped her guard. Not that he didn’t love her sweet mouth sucking him hard or her hands lightly rubbing his balls. But he wanted the real deal, his dick inside her sweet pussy, her inner walls gripping him like a vise and milking him until there was nothing left.

With superhuman effort, he forced his mind back to the here and now. Bracketing her waist with his hands, he tugged her closer, leaned forward as best he could with the fucking leg in the way, and placed a string of kisses from her navel to the top of her delicious mound. If the damn cast wasn’t getting in the way, he’d run his tongue lazily through her slit, sucking up her cream and teasing her clit until she begged for mercy. He’d taste the skin of the crease where hip and thigh were joined, remembering how much that had turned her on.

Instead he did the best he could. Sliding his hands down to the curve of her hips, he leaned forward and pulled one plump nipple into his mouth. It pebbled and swelled immediately at his touch, so he clamped his teeth lightly on its tender surface. Her low moan vibrated through his body, and she arched into him, hands on his shoulders to brace herself. Her scent drifted up to his nostrils, teasing and tantalizing him, a mixture of flowers and pure woman.

He worked first one nipple, then the other, holding her firmly in place but at the same time being extra careful not to rub his cast too hard against her tender skin. From her nipples, he moved his lips in a trail of wet kisses down to her navel and lower. He shifted one hand to slide the fingers between the lips of her hot pussy, finding her slick and wet. He wanted so desperately to slip his fingers inside her and feel those tight muscles clench around them. But more than that, he wanted to feel her around his cock. That one night had made him crave a repeat.

Erin threaded her fingers in his hair and rocked her hips slightly, urging him to stroke and tease her. He could have, too, for a long time, exploring every crevice of her delicious body, but he’d been dreaming about and remembering the feel of his cock in her tight little channel for too long. Slowly he lifted his hand to his mouth, ignoring her soft protests at the loss of his touch, and carefully licked each finger clean of her juices.

“Jesus, you taste good. Better than anything I can remember. I could probably live off your cream for the rest of my life. But…” He set her slightly away from him. “I want inside you as soon as we can figure out how to do this.”

The fucking cast was going to be the death of him.

The rise and fall of her chest and the flutter of the pulse at the delicate hollow of her throat told him she was as aroused as he was.

“Let’s see what we can do here, sugar.”

“Lie back,” she told him. “Go on. Here. I’ll help you.”

He wanted to tell her not to touch him or he’d spill all over himself like he had the other day, but her slender hands were already giving his shoulders a gentle shove and guiding him to turn enough to lie back on the pillows. He tried to be matter of fact as she helped him arrange the leg with the cast but every time her fingers brushed the inside of his thigh or his groin his cock throbbed with insistent need. By the time he had himself settled in a good position, he had to grit his teeth to find any control.

“Take off one of the pillow cases,” he told her.

Erin stared at hm. “What?”

“They’re king-sized. The only way we can do this is if you climb on top of me, and I don’t want to injure you. Wrap one around my cast so you don’t bruise your sweet, sweet body.”

When she bent over him to do what he asked, her breasts brushed against his naked thigh and he sucked in a breath. But more than that, when she arranged herself on top of him, her wet cunt brushing against his skin, the top of his head nearly came off. He ran his hands over the gentle curve of her ass, dipping his fingertips into that tempting crevice between her cheeks. With his middle finger, he found the hot pucker of her anus and pushed lightly against it. Damn, he wanted to fuck her there. It wasn’t an act he indulged in with many women. For him it was the definitive personal connection and he saved it for special situations. He knew if he could penetrate her ass with his dick, the ultimate joining, it would bind them together as nothing else did.

But one step at a time.

“Can you hurry a little?” He nearly bit the words off.

The smile she gave him, a sultry curve of her lips, heated him clear through his body. “A little eager, are we?”

He touched her outer lips with the tip of a finger. “I’d say you are, too.” He caught her gaze with his. “Right, babe?”

“Yes.” The word was almost a whisper. She held out her hand. “Condom, please.”

Shit. He was so far gone he’d totally forgotten. After reaching into the nightstand drawer, he pulled one out and handed it to her. His self-control stretched to the limit as she ripped open the packet and her slim fingers slowly rolled the latex down the length of him.

“Have mercy,” he rasped.

“I think I’m fresh out.” She moved forward a fraction, rubbing her slick flesh against him.

Jesus!

“Lift up,” he told her, urging her with his hands at her hips.

She did and he eased her slowly down on his very swollen, aching cock. He sucked in a breath as her tight, slick sheath clamped around him, squeezing him. When the head bumped against the mouth of her womb, he nearly lost it.

“You good to go?” he asked, hoping like hell she said yes because he didn’t have much left of his frayed control. Looking at her, he could see she was in almost the same state.

Erin leaned forward, bracing herself, and slowly began a delicious up and down movement. Each rasp of her soaked flesh against his dick pushed him closer to orgasm. Each squeeze of those muscles nearly made him explode.

“Faster,” he groaned. “Please, Erin. I’m begging you.”

She licked her lower lip, that sexy little habit that drove him nuts and gave him the magic smile again. “Don’t you want to enjoy every minute of it?”

“Believe me, sugar, you have no idea how much I’m enjoying it.”

Even worrying about hurting her with his cast didn’t take the edge off. Finally, out of desperation for his control, he moved one hand around to find the wet velvet of her clit, just barely touching his chest, and rubbed it and squeezed it until she sped up her rhythm. Her eyes glazed with hunger and those wonderful breasts danced in front of his eyes. The harder he rubbed the faster she moved, her body now racing toward release. He burned with the need for her, every nerve and muscle poised on the edge of detonation.

Jake ground his teeth together until he thought his molars would crack, but he was determined to wait for her. She rode him with fierce intensity, her rich, silky mane of hair swirling around her head, mouth slightly open. Harder, faster, his cock begging for mercy as he tried to wait for her, tried to hold on. As they moved together he had the feeling more than just their bodies were connected. He felt their very souls merging, an electric melding that made them one. He wanted it to last forever, even though his body was begging for release.

Then she was there, her cunt squeezing down hard on him, tremors racing through her inner muscles. The orgasm spiraled up from deep inside his body, like the unwinding of tightly coiled steel, pushing its way through him. Now. Now, now, now. They exploded together, bodies shaking so hard he wondered for one crazy, fleeting moment if his cast would crack and fall right off. Then he was flying, whirling in space, Erin’s hot body pulsing in time with his. The muscles of her cunt contracted and squeezed every drop of cum from him until he was sure he had none left.

Finally the last of the intense spasms subsided. Erin leaned forward and collapsed onto his chest, her firm breasts pressing into him, the nipples like hard, little dots. Her heart thudded against him, almost in time with his own, and the only sound for a long moment was the rasp of uneven breathing. Jake banded his arm around her, holding her to him, unwilling to break the connection between their bodies.

With his free hand, he stroked her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. God, she was in his blood, in every part of his body. He’d had plenty of damn good sex, but this was way beyond that. It was more than the mechanics, more than instant gratification. Erin Bass had well and truly spoiled him for any other woman. Ever.

He had no idea how long they lay there, bodies slick with perspiration nearly glued together. He coasted his hands over the lines of her body, loving the feel of her satin-smooth skin, the dips and swells of her curves. Sliding his fingers into the thick mass of her silky hair, he inhaled its flowery fragrance, drawing her scent deep into his body. He thought he could stay like this forever.

At last she lifted her head, her face so close he could count her eyelashes, and gave him that smile that just undid him.

“You okay, sport?” Her voice was low, vibrating gently against him.

He chuckled, his chest jostling lightly against hers. “I don’t think I’ve ever been better. Oh, maybe without the broken leg, but otherwise? I’m damn fine.” He kissed her forehead. “How about you?”

She waited so long to answer him he was almost afraid to hear what she said. Then she brushed her lips lightly against his.

“Good,” she told him. “I’m good. No, not good. Great.” She giggled. “The broken leg didn’t seem to slow you down a bit.”

“And thank God for that because, Erin? I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone the way I want you.”

She touched his lips with the tip of a finger. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay? We’re still kind of finding our way here.”

He knew that. He just wished he could figure out a way to find it faster.

“Whatever works for you. We’ll take it one step at a time.” He chuckled. “As long as we take a lot of steps like this.”

He wanted to grab her and hold her tightly to him again when she pushed up and eased herself from his cock. She balanced on her knees on either side of his body, the spicy scent of her cream drifting up to tantalize him. Jake couldn’t help himself. As she was poised there, he ran the tips of his fingers through her slit and again took a healthy lick of her juices.

“Better than whiskey, sugar,” he said, and it definitely was. He could get drunk on her on a regular basis. “Okay, you’d better let me help you.”

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