Page 100 of Forever Offsides

The food hits the entryway floor before I’m pressed against the wall and then lowered to the console table. The table rocks dangerously, causing a vase of flowers to tip into the wall before it goes the other way and crashes to the floor, sending glass, water, and petals everywhere.

“Shit,” he hisses.

“Did you get cut?” I ask, my mouth still consuming his despite the mess.

He starts to pull away to survey the damage. “No. But⁠—”

“I don’t care.” I grab his face and haul him back to me, kissing him with abandon.

He groans and tears my scrub top up and over my head. It lands on top of the glass and water so hopefully it’ll soak some of it up. My bra is next, but as I drag his shirt over his head, I get a whiff of myself when my armpits are stretched.

“I need a shower. I’m gross.”

“I’m only going to make you dirty again. You can shower while I reheat dinner.”

“Okay.” Hard to argue that, and if he doesn’t care how I smell right now, why should I?

He works the tie on my scrub pants while I go for his belt, both of us fumbling and impatient as we kiss sloppily. We pull way for a second here or there to see what we’re doing before we dive back in.

I finally free his button and zipper, and his pants fall around his ankles. My pants on the other hand, are proving to be a nightmare. He slides me off the table toward the door and away from the mess. My feet land awkwardly, and he grabs my hips to right me. He crouches before me, his gaze cast up as he finishes my pants. My hands land on the table behind me for support, my knees threatening to give out on me just from the dark look in his eyes.

Shoes and scrubs are gone, leaving me in only my thong. He grabs my ass cheeks and pulls my hips forward so he can bury his face in my pussy and take a deep inhale. My breath hitches, and I grip the table until my knuckles turn white.

“Magic fucking pussy,” he declares, almost to himself, before he shreds my thong from me and tongues my clit. My head falls back, and a moan escapes me. One knee is set on his shoulder to open me up further for him, and my elbows drop to the table.

We didn’t even make it past the foyer before we started mauling each other.

He lifts me and sets my ass back on the table, and my back meets the cold, narrow wood. Both of my legs wrap around his neck, and he lifts my ass up so he can devour me. His tongue slides into me, and he growls, pushing me deeper against his face. His nose rubs my clit, the scruff from his groomed beard he let grow back out abrading my sensitive skin.

“Fuck,” I cry out as his tongue thrusts in and out and his nose rubs faster. The table is wobbling and shaking worse than I am, but I don’t care. The world could fall apart around us right now, and I wouldn’t notice.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs against me. “I can’t stop eating your pussy. I could do this all night. Rub yourself on me, baby. Fuck my face. Give it all to me. I want to taste and smell you everywhere.”

Jesus, he’s dirty, and I love it.

I roll my hips, dragging my pelvis up and down his face while his tongue and lips and teeth and nose go to town on me. One of his hands snakes up my body and grasps my breast, squeezing it hard and shooting a fresh bolt of fireworks to my core. My orgasm is building on me and not in a slow or easing way. It’s rushing through me, making my skin hot—almost too hot—and my body flushed.

My heels glide up and down his shoulder blades, my back arches off the table, and I move my hips at an uncontrollable pace. Pleasure doesn’t just consume me. It fucking tears through me like it’s attempting to rip me in half.

A scream lurches from me, and his tongue goes wild. He’s everywhere. All over my entrance and my clit, and he’s giving me the most perfect amount of pressure. My orgasm clings, coming in waves that don’t stop. Maybe that’s because Rhett doesn’t stop. Not until he’s sucked and licked every drop of it from me.

My mind is hazy, and my limbs are heavy, but then he’s kissing me, licking around my lips and thrusting his tongue into my mouth the way he did my pussy.

“Hold on.”

“What?”

Nothing makes sense until I realize my legs are around his waist and he’s lifting me off the table. “Arms around my neck, baby girl. Hold on. There’s too much glass on the floor, and I need to fuck you from behind so I can watch your ass while I do it.”

That’s impossible to argue with, so I do as I’m told, being a good girl for once in my life.

We don’t go far. My living room is just beyond the foyer, and I’m set down and spun around so my chest topples over the back of my sofa. A hard smack meets my ass, and my clit pulses with it.

He’s going to give it to me so good.

I can feel it.

The anticipation ripples through me, and I hum, my toes curling into the carpet beneath my feet before he even⁠—