Page 17 of So Pucking Over You
“I noticed you. Hell, I can barely keep my eyes off you,” His voice is gravely, filled with emotion. “I’ve noticed you for longer than I should have. First you were a cheeky young girl who spoke her mind and could argue sports like a pro. You made me laugh and proud you were your own person. You played hockey like your brother and soccer like Pelé, all out.
“But there was another girl inside who always thought of others before herself. The first one to cheer on your teammates. You took care of your friends and stood up for people at school. You ran a special raffle to get equipment for the kids that couldn’t afford it.
“The first year Gordy invited me to your parents’ house for the holidays,” he continues, “You had a gift for me. One your mom told me you bought with your own chore money. You gave me the first Christmas presents I’d had in years. I watched a thoughtful child grow over the years and one day you were a young woman I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. At first I couldn’t reconcile the child with the grown up you were becoming.
“Then it was too late. I saw the woman you’d become and you’re all I’ve thought about for years. But you’re too young.”
“You don’t see me as an adult?”
“No — Yes, but I met you when you were young and you’re my best friend’s little sister.”
“Screw the bro-code. I’m an adult who gets to decide whatshewants and whoshewants. I want to see what— if— we can make something of this attraction. Quit giving excuses. If you aren’t interested, just say so.”
He lowers his hips letting our bodies touch from thigh to hip. I can feel his arousal pressing into me through his sweatpants. “Babe, I can’t get any more interested. But there will be consequences if we do this. Your brother’s going to be pissed, your parents may not approve, and I’m not sure what the team’s fraternization rules are now that you’re an employee. Not to mention, I’m a little possessive and a lot obsessed with you.”
I smile up at him. “Was any of that supposed to scare me away? Because it didn’t. Now kiss me, big guy, and show me what you got.”
Slowly, as if giving me time to change my mind, he lowers his lips to mine. The soft brush of his mustache teases me first. Then his warm, tender flesh meets mine, a hint of mint scents the air between us. He teases the tip of his tongue gently over my lips as if asking permission to enter.
“Yes. Please, yes,” I beg.
Part of me expected him to pounce but he’s teasing, cajoling. Somehow, I know he’s waiting, seeking, requiring my participation. I cup his cheeks running my thumbs over his surprisingly soft beard before swiping his lips with my tongue. “Let me in, Dash. I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
As if I’ve shattered the damn holding him back, he thrusts past my lips, his tongue dueling with mine. His needy moans and gasps fill my head as his tenderness wraps me into his embrace.
“So long. So long, I’ve hungered and craved you. Never believing you could ever be interested in me. I still can’t believeit. But I’ll love you, cherish you as long as you’ll have me. I’m yours, Oakley. You’re the only one for me.”
“And I’m yours, Dash.”
Leaning back, he grabs the hem of my top and gently pulls it over my head. Instinctively I reach to cover the size of my breasts.
“Stop.”
“I’m so small,”
“You’re perfect.”
“There are peaches bigger than I am,” I sigh.
“I love peaches. So sweet and succulent and the perfect size to fill my mouth.” He proceeds to prove his point by suckling my hardened nipple before devouring my breast. Oh my god. I’ve never had someone pay so much attention to what I’ve always considered my worst asset. The way he plays me has me begging for release. “Dash, fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
“When you’re ready, babe.”
He holds me still as he licks a path down my body until he reaches my satin thong and pulls it off. I push and shove his sweats until he kicks them to the floor.
Arms bracketing my hips, he studies my mound as if it’s the sweetest fruit he’s ever seen. Inhaling deeply, he chuckles. “You even smell like peaches.”
“Body wash. My body wash,” I groan as he laps his tongue over my needy bits. “Dash, oh my god, Dash. Please. Now. Right now.”
“I’m clean,” he says as he slides up my body.
“Me, too and I’m on the shots. Do it. Do it now! Please.”
“I’ll always please you, babe.”
Balancing on one hand he uses his other to guide himself to my entrance. Glancing between us I realize my man is super-sized all over. I must have gasped because his gaze shoots to mine.
“You okay? I can stop.”