Page 155 of Offside

Then she lowered her head and took me into her mouth.

The sound I made was not one I chose. “Ohh, fuck.”

Maren hummed, and the sensation pricked all over my skin. She was on her knees between mine on a hotel room bed with two floors of my own team asleep down the hall and I would have set the building on fire for her.

Her mouth. The flat of her tongue. The heat, the wet, the maddening unhurried patience of a woman who had all night and no plan to be rushed. My hand found her hair before I could stop it and as I gripped it tighter, I made myself keep my eyes open, because I was not going to miss this, not one second of it.

"Helvete." Almost nothing. "Maren⁠—"

"Vad gör du med mig." Ragged. Not to her. To the ceiling, to the dark, to whatever fraction of me was still trying to hold a shape that wasn’t melting into this bed under her touch.

She took me deeper. Her hand worked what her mouth didn't and she found a rhythm and stayed there.

"Look at me," I demanded.

She did. She looked up the length of my body with her mouth full of me and every remaining rational thought I had went out of the building.

"There she is." My voice came out rough and slow and completely steady, which was a lie the rest of me was not participating in. "Look at you. My girl on her knees in a hotel room with her mouth full of my cock. You have no idea what you look like right now. You are so fucking beautiful."

She hummed. It went through me like current.

"Do that again."

She did it again, deliberately, watching me, and my hips rose up off the mattress. She flattened her free hand against my stomach and held me down.

"That's it," I said. "Take it. Take all of it, I know you can⁠—"

Her hand tightened at the base of me and she took me deeper and I lost the sentence entirely.

"Fuck. Fuck, Maren." I dragged in a breath and got hold of myself, barely, enough to keep talking, because I wanted her to hear all of it and I was dangerously close to blowing. But my girl liked when I said filthy things to her.

"You know what I'm going to do tomorrow? I'm going to sit in my normal, everyday meeting with Coach and the staff, and you're going to walk in with your clipboard and your reports and that sexy fucking voice you use when you're being professional."

She made a sound around me, sucking me in more, hollowing her cheeks out. Fuck.

"And I'm going to be sitting there thinking about exactly this. Uh!" My hand tightened in her hair. "Your perfect mouth. This. The sound you just made. Every single day for the rest of my life, solsken, every time you walk into a room with a clipboard I’m going to think about you on your knees for me, my cock thrusting into your perfect mouth."

She took me all the way down and I said something in Swedish that was not a word so much as a noise with grammar.

"Så bra." My grip in her hair had stopped being polite. "Precis så. Just like that, don't stop, don't you fucking stop—" I groaned. “You’re so beautiful letting me fuck your pretty mouth.”

She didn't stop. She found the rhythm and stayed with it and worked what her mouth didn't reach, and the whole thing gathered low and hot and past anything I could have negotiated with.

I was going to come. Right there. In her mouth, down her throat in the dark, with her hand on my stomach holding me down.

And some animal part of me that had nothing to do with reason said no.

"Maren." I got her name out. Barely. "Maren, stop. Stop⁠—"

She lifted her head immediately, mouth wet, breathing hard. "Did I⁠—"

"No." I already had her under the arms. "Come here. Come here."

I pulled her up the length of me and she came, laughing low and startled against my throat, and I got both hands on her hips and put her exactly where I wanted her.

"Not like that," I said. My voice was not my voice. "I need to be inside you."

"Ryan—"