Page 9 of Offside Possession

Her lips tipped upward before she stuck out her tongue and did as she was told, licking my cock like it was nothing more than a melting ice cream cone. Fuck me, my troublemaker wasn’t going to miss a drop. My chest rose and fell heavily with shallow, ragged breaths.

“Babe.”

“Mmm?” I felt the vibrations of her moan down at the base of my spine. My balls drew up tightly, ready to fill her mouth with my seed.

My little minx went off script and did whatever the hell she wanted. Still holding the base of my throbbing cock, she stroked me. Tighter. Firmer. Her touch was my damn kryptonite until she leaned forward and wrapped those pretty lips around my tip.

“Shit,” I croaked, my hand slipping into her silky hair. “Look at you, taking my cock so fucking beautifully.” Her eyes never wavered from mine.

My nose flared and toes curled, but I couldn’t get myself to look away. I watched as she bobbed up and down on my cock, her gaze glassy with unshed tears. Every time it went back into the sweet heaven of her mouth, she took me a little deeper. Strings of spit connected from her to my cock when she pulled me out, and I knew if she took me back in her mouth…

I wasn’t going to last.

And as much as I wanted to come down her throat, I wanted to watch her fall apart more. I pulled her up under her arms and lifted her up. Without complaining, she wrapped her legs around me. The wetness that coated her sex and thighs rubbed against my lower stomach, and our lips found one another.

I loved kissing her.

Kissing my troublemaker was like coming home—safe and exciting and so damn full of hope for the beautiful future to come.

One night, the sliver of the man I was just a couple hours ago whispered, but I batted the words away.

Fuck it. Rules were meant to be broken.

CHAPTER 5

STELLA

My body bounced once on his massive bed, and I before I could catch my breath, his body covered mine.

I had no idea what it was about this guy, but holy fuck, he was hot!

I loved the filthy way he instructed me to give him what he wanted, to the way he had eaten and fingered me like I was an instrument he had mastered in a previous life. No one had ever touched me, spoken to me the way he had. I still couldn’t believe how fast and how wet he got me, right to the edge of an orgasm before pulling away.

I cupped his handsome face, and his beautiful chocolatey gaze locked with mine.

“I like kissing you,” I admitted. It was stupid, silly, really, to get so mushy with a man I was only supposed to spend one night with, but I couldn’t help myself.

“I love kissing you, too, trouble.” My stomach flipped, making me feel all warm and fuzzy, and I smiled during the next kiss we shared, deep and wet, his taste in my mouth. Mine, a voice whispered a little louder this time. Mine.

I squealed with joy when he flipped us over. My hands rested on his muscular shoulders. He was sitting now, and we were chest to chest. The smattering of dark hair felt good against me. He shifted us, and I feel his thick, long erection under me.

“I promised you a ride, baby, and I’m a man of my word,” he growled. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled.

“You just want me to do all the work, old man,” I teased. He chuckled, completely unoffended. His hand squeezed my ass cheek, and if I had been thinking clearly, I would have been in awe of the fact I was so comfortable being naked with a complete stranger whose name I didn’t even know.

I lifted my hips, lining my greedy pussy up with the tip of his cock, when his hands tightened on my hips. Our eyes connected.

“Hold up.” He swallowed hard, his sharp jaw clenched.

“What is it?” I asked, slightly confused. “Did you change your mind?”

“Fuck, no.” Relief I didn’t want to analyze washed through me. “I just… I’m clean, trouble, but we should still⁠—“

“A condom,” I cut him off. He nodded. I blinked. Oh my god, how could I forget about something so important? “Yeah. I, umm, I’m clean, too, and I’m on the pill, but… condom would be smart. If you have one. If not, umm…” It would really suck. His forehead pressed against mine before he kissed the tip of my nose and reached for the top drawer of one of his nightstands. He reached in and grabbed a foil square.

“You have no idea how fucking badly I wanna take you without this,” he muttered, and I found myself quietly agreeing with him.

It almost felt wrong to put a barrier between us.