Page 74 of The Draft

“Not yet.”

Short and simple, it seemed to be all the confirmation Dash needed. He edged my panties to the side, and when his tongue licked my clit, I cried out before quickly clamping my mouth shut with my hand. I desperately wanted to scream at the sensation, but we were in a public place and there was no way I was going to let this stop.

Dash grabbed an ass cheek in each of his hands to bring my center closer to his mouth. It didn’t matter that my legs were being held together by my jeans; he was going to make sure I jutted my hips out enough so that he could lavish my clit with attention.

I could hardly breathe, and as every second passed, I felt like I was flying. His touch was something I’d never experienced before, but it was everything. Wet and warm with a little feather-like caress, it was enough to have me begging for release.

People walked by. I could hear their footsteps and muffled voices over Dash’s moaning whilst he ate me out. Cringing, I was almost certain someone jiggled the door handle, but that wasn’t going to stop my goalie. He was making his point and he wasn’t going to stop until I came all over his face.

As my hips moved against his tongue, I choked on my own cry, hoping he couldn’t tell how much I was enjoying this. Who was I kidding? I was so wet, my pussy was making noises while I unabashedly rode against his tongue.

As his fingers eased inside me, I gasped because they were so thick, it almost felt like he was going to split me in half. The painful pinch lasted a second before it was replaced with indescribable pleasure as he rolled my clit against his tongue.

His tongue worked faster, and I was holding on to anything I could just to stay standing. I grabbed a box of pucks, accidentally sending the boxes above it to the floor, hitting my shoulder on the way. The pain from that wasn’t enough to stop the pleasure that I was trying to hold back.

I couldn’t anymore. It just felt too good. Then it happened.

My world came crashing down in a beautiful mess. My hips were chasing the end of the high as Dash held his fingers in place, letting me ride them until I was exhausted.

As I was coming down from my orgasm, Dash stood but didn’t back away. Instead, he kissed me, teasing his tongue across my lips, making me taste myself again. Then he rested his forehead against mine as we both breathed heavily. His fingers were the last thing to leave me, and I sighed when they did, disappointed at how empty I felt.

With one final kiss, he casually pushed my sweatshirt down, pulled my jeans up, and buttoned them. Soaking wet and exhausted, it was the first time I might actually need help to walk home because my entire lower half felt like jelly.

“What are we doing, Dash?” I resigned myself to ask the question.

His eyes were still dark, and I could tell there was something on his mind. I just wish I knew what.

“You tell me.”

“Well, I guess we’ll need to reconsider the definition of one night,” I glanced down at my tingling core, waiting to see his reaction. Would he freak out like last time?

Dash sighed in resignation. “What are you doing Friday night, Madison?”

“Friday night? What’s happening Friday night?”

“I would very much like to take you out on a date.”

I gulped, suddenly feeling nervous and confused at the same time. “A date?”

“Yup. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is the next logical step for us.”

“And why do you think that?”

Don’t get me wrong. I was ecstatic that he came to that conclusion, but I needed to act cool about it. His eyes drifted up until he was looking me in the eye, then he licked his lips before smiling. My body tingled becauseI could tell he was tasting me with every swipe.

He sighed, moving off me to give us both a little space. “Look, Madison, I like you. I always have, but seeing you hanging out with other guys has made me want to murder everyone, and I’m sure you can imagine how inconvenient a prison sentence would be for me right now. You are mine.” I took a sharp breath, doing my best not to show him how long I’d waited to hear him say that. “That’s at least how I feel and the direction I’ve resigned myself to. I can’t ignore it anymore. But I need to make sure you want this, too.”

“What do you mean? I’ve made it pretty clear how much I want you.”

“No, you told me you’ve been crushing on me since high school and wanted me to be your first time.”

I raised a brow, looking at him in confusion because wasn’t that the same thing?

“I just need to make sure it’s not theideaof me that’s making you want this. I want to know that you want me for me.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Yes. You yourself talked about that weird brother’s best friend obsession. Not to mention how you’ve been acting since we had sex.”