Page 106 of Toxic Wishes
“Baby, the only light I’m turning off is that red stop sign between us.”
She laughs into my chest, and the sound alone is addictive. I could listen to that light and airy sound for as long as I lived.
“What about condoms?” She says as I lean down. “Please tell me you have condoms.”
I smile. “In my room.”
“More than one, right?”
I smirk. This is going to be fun.
“Go get 'em,” she says.
I wrap my arms around her and take her with me. “I have a better idea.” She locks her ankles behind my back, and I carry her out of the room and down the hall, dropping her to her feet when we reach the stairs. She doesn’t stop kissing me the whole time, and I almost close my eyes with pleasure, because I don’t think I’ve ever felt this damn good. She will spoil me with her toxic, sweet nectar that no one will ever compare to after this. I place a finger over my lips, signing for her to be quiet as we tip-toe down the stairs, making sure not to wake up my mom. I grab her hand and lead her through the kitchen to the back door and into the apartment, separate from the house.
“We can be as loud as we want in here,” I tell her over my shoulder as she holds onto my hand. I lea her down the concrete path. We enter the room, and I kick the door shut behind us. We immediately go back to kissing each other as I push her down on the bed. When I pull away from her she protests.
“No.”
I back up towards the door, watching her. Finally, having her on my bed, I feel like I just won the fucking superbowl.
Reaching behind me, I lock the door and stare at her, the moonlight streaking between the windows' blinds, lighting her up. She’s sitting with her knees bent and her hands planted behind her. Propping herself up. Her lips are swollen from me biting them, and I’m already imagining her naked between my sheets.
“God, you’re so damn beautiful.”
A coy smile plays on her lips. “I’m really not.”
I arch a brow at her argument. “You are Abigail. But are you sweet, too?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I am a giver if that’s what you mean.”
Crossing back over to the bed, I lean over her and fists her panties in my hand. “You said us NFL players are idiots and couldn't find the clit if our lives depended on it.” I remind her.
“I didn’t say that.”
“In so many words,” I say
She drops her eyes, staring at my lips, and I know she wants it. Curious to see if I’m all talk.
“Besides, sweetheart, you haven’t been to one of my games.
“If you make me cum then I’ll watch you play every game.”
I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. My dick is fighting to be inside her now, but I ignore the urge as my dick tightens in my pants.
I have a game to play.
Tightening my hand around her panties, I yank them off. The fabric tears away, and I throw them across the room as she sucks in a breath. I take my shirt off and dive down, taking in her pretty pink pussy in my mouth.
“Colt,” she whimpers. Clutching my head to her body, we fall back on the bed. Jesus, I’m fucking high. I lied to myself for so long, telling myself I didn’t want her, but now that she's here and I’m having her, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Legs spread open on my bed, body begging for me. I suck on her clit first, stretching it into my mouth and going back in again and again, making her squirm and desperate to cum. I lick her up and down, swirling my tongue around her nub and getting drunk off of her scent. After only a minute, I lose control, and I’m kissing and nibbling her everywhere. I lift her thigh and grip a hand underneath her for support as I feed off of her. Her back arches off the bed as I flick her with my tongue. She moans, and I keep doing that until she’s panting so hard I know she’s ready to cum apart. I keep my head buried in between her legs until I feel her stomach start to shake, and then she sucks in a deep breath.
“Oh, Fuck.” She cries out as the orgasm takes hold, letting it go. And I tongue her, not stopping until she starts to calm down.
Her fingers thread through my hair, and I come up, hovering over her. I don’t know how to explain this tomorrow, but I don’t care. All I cared about was seeing that blissful smile on this girl's face. I wish I could be this happy—all the time. Even after we win a game, I don’t have the lightheartedness in my stomach I do now. I think when I got the news of Blake's death on the first game that I ever won in the NFL, victory desensitized me. Because every time, it would remind me of how alive I was and how dead he was. But right now, in this dark room behind my lakehouse, we don’t have to explain to anyone what this is or what is happening. We can just be. This moment is ours.
I climb off the bed and stand up.“Beginners luck,” she says. I smile as I start to unbuckle my belt. “Oh, you think I got lucky, huh?”
“Yeah,” she says in a schoolish girl's tone.