Sacking the Quarterback (6 page)

He wanted to get to know her, all of
her.

His preoccupation was more than
physical, but the carnal was what was jerking his chain right now.
Rhett was still hungry for another taste of her flesh, ready to
lick every inch of her again. He wanted to trace his fingers over
every curve and dip his tongue into the hollows. He held back a
groan as a vision from last night—of him sampling the damp, swollen
lips of her pussy— entered his mind. His cock was rock hard and
ready again. Rhett shifted slightly to give himself a little room
in his jeans.

Taylor moved against him, his movement
apparently waking her up. She sat up straighter and rubbed her eyes
with the back of her hand.

“
Morning, sleepy head,” he
whispered.

She looked up at him, awareness not
completely evident. “What time is it?”

Rhett glanced at his watch.
“Five-thirty.”

“
Why’d you let me go to
sleep?” she asked.

“
I fell asleep, too. Just
woke up.”

Taylor cuddled into him closer, when
he’d half expected her to pull away. “It’s chilly out
here.”

“
Want to go in?”

She shook her head. “The sun’s coming
up. Can you see it through the trees?”

Rhett looked over and caught sight of
the orange haze appearing over the tree line.

“
Let’s sit and watch it, if
you don’t mind,” she said sleepily.

He pulled her closer and kissed the
top of her head, not ready to let go of her just yet anyway. “I
don’t mind at all.”

They sat there, in comfortable
silence, watching as the sun blessed the new day. Rhett almost
wished it would slow down, because he didn’t want her to get up and
leave. Even knowing it was only multiplying the mistake, he still
wanted her again. One fumbling night wasn’t enough. He wanted to
savor her slowly, not race to the end. As the sun finally pulled
above the woods, he leaned down to kiss her again.

Taylor yielded immediately, as if
she’d been waiting for him to do it. She tasted so sweet, her mouth
opening to him readily. He pulled her the rest of the way onto his
lap, letting her straddle his hips and feel him hard for her. Rhett
needed back inside her velvet folds. Taylor kissed him wildly,
rubbing herself along his length. Now on top, she took control of
their kiss somewhat, until he speared a hand through her hair to
slow her down.

Taylor broke the kiss for a moment.
“Didn’t we do enough damage last night?” she whispered against his
lips.

“
It wasn’t enough. I need
more than a rushed race to the finish line.”

He kissed her again, moving his hands
to her waist so he could rub his aching cock against the heat of
her pussy. They wore too many layers, and the touch only frustrated
him more. He lifted his hands under the jersey and her tank top,
needing his hand on her flesh. She was warmer than anticipated, her
skin fevered.

Without warning, she pushed her coat
to the floor and then pulled her shirt and his jersey over her
head, depositing them on the spot she’d just vacated. Her large
breasts were tightly confined in a lacy bra, screaming for his
hands to cup them.

“
I wanted you so bad when I
was younger. I’m not going to miss this chance to get as much as I
want before I go,” she spat before kissing him intently.

Before I go?
He suddenly sensed that wasn’t going to nearly be
enough time for him to learn her body.

Rhett kissed her back without voicing
his thoughts. He moved his hands up to gather her heavy mounds in
his hands. Rubbing his thumbs against her tight, hard nipples, he
squeezed and kneaded the flesh. Before too long, he removed the bra
and tossed it with the rest of her clothing. Rhett sat back a
moment and gazed at her lovely breasts, the perky dusky nipples the
right size for his mouth. The full breasts were soft and supple to
his touch, not the fake mounds he’d seen time and time again in
past years. Taylor was all real woman, curves and all, and he loved
that about her.

What you saw was what you got, and he
really liked what he saw.

Rhett leaned in and captured one tight
peak with his lips, sucking it as deeply into his mouth as it would
go. Taylor’s back arched, pressing her body closer to his kiss. Her
fingers threaded through his hair and tried to pull him even
closer. Her scent seared within his nose, a sweet flavor mixed with
the honeyed smell coming from between her legs.

He knew from last night she’d be hot
and wet there, her body readying itself for his touch. Last night,
he’d felt her bare pussy against his fingers and mouth, but in the
pale light, he’d not gotten as good a look as he’d wanted. He
needed to see her wet folds shining. Once the idea settled in his
mind, he knew he had to touch her there, to coax plenty of her
cream to ease from her. Rhett pulled the waistband of his running
pants down over the top swell of her ass, and Taylor lifted her
hips. He took advantage of the movement and gathered her shorts and
his pants and tugged them both down past her hips. Once her bottom
settled back in his lap, he leaned her back and pulled them off her
legs.

All she had on was a tiny scrap of
satin and lace, not enough of a barrier to him getting what he
wanted. He pushed the panties aside and took a look at bared,
shaved skin. A tremor raced through him, and he felt a bead of cum
ease from the tip of his cock. He was still cloaked in his jeans,
his shaft painfully pressed against the denim. Seeing her hairless
pink folds made him go so close to the edge he wasn’t sure he could
control himself enough to pull back.

He breathed deep, gaining sanity
again. If he had any chance to get her into his bed again, he
needed to make sure she came over and over again before he
did.

Rhett pressed his thumb against her
clit and then down between her labia. Sticky, wet heat enveloped
him, and he lifted his hips slightly. The urge to slide into that
honey nearly had him coming in his pants. He was grateful he’d had
the presence of mind to grab two condoms out of his athletic bag
when he’d foraged for clothing for her, even though he wasn’t sure
if he’d use them or not.

“
How’s that feel?” Rhett
asked her, needing to know she wanted his touch as badly as he
needed to caress her skin.

“
Good,” she let out with a
sob before her head fell back and she lifted her hips, pushing her
clit against his thumb. “More.”

He slid his fingers in and out of her
damp heat before bringing his forefinger to his lips. Taylor’s body
stilled, and her eyes opened as she watched him place the finger
into his mouth and suck her essence clean.

“
You taste like honey. I
want to lap you up,” he said, his voice sounding so deep, it was
almost alien to him.

He scattered the abandoned clothing
about and then lowered her body to lie upon them. Rhett angled
himself onto the floor, kneeling to worship at the heaven that was
her pussy. The fire raging within her was his to sample, and he
didn’t waste time. Instead he lapped her sex from the back of her
pussy to her clit and back down again, collecting her cream on his
tongue. She tasted even better the second time around, and he
leaned closer to feast on her sex.

Greedily sucking, he took all she was
willing to give him. Her cries echoed around the sunroom. As the
rising sun filled the space, he could see more and more of her
perfection. Pink folds blossomed under his tongue and searching
fingers. Her cries alerted him to the touches and tastes she liked
most, and he strove to make her scream when she finally reached her
summit.

He coaxed and urged her along, her
liquefied body growing tighter and tenser with the need to explode.
Taylor held on to him, her fingers spearing through his hair as she
sought release. Rhett captured her clit and sucked hard while
driving two fingers into her channel. Finally, the damn broke, and
she cried his name as fluid eased from her passage. He lapped her
cream, drunk on her flavor, and ready for much more.

As Taylor lay there in the moments
after her orgasm, he watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest,
happy he’d been able to push her so easily. He gave her a few
seconds to catch her breath, but he was too needful for much more
than seconds. Rhett kissed the insides of her thighs as he fished a
packet from his pants pocket. When he rose, he kicked off his
athletic shoes and his pants while pulling off his shirt. Nude, he
stood there as she watched him, wondering what was running through
her mind.

“
I want you, Taylor,” he
said lowly. “Hopefully you want me, too.”

Taylor rose on her elbows, biting her
lower lip. “I do,” she said huskily. Before he could cloak his
cock, she leaned forward and lowered to her knees. He could barely
think as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and ran
her tongue over the slit. Rhett hissed when she took several inches
of him down her throat while cupping his sac. Within seconds, she
had him shaking. The need to come rose up his spine, but he fought
it tooth and nail. He wanted to come inside her warmth, his body
wrapped with hers.

Through the French door, he spied the
covered bed. It wasn’t the perfect place to take her the first
time, but considering the situation, it was probably more
comfortable than a creaky old couch that was barely wide enough for
him. He took his hand in hers and urged her to her feet, then drew
her behind him as he walked to the bed.

Once there, he pulled the sheet off,
glad to see a crisply made bed underneath. Much better than a
creaky old couch. He lifted her off her feet and into his arms
before gently placing her in the middle of the bed.

Taylor shivered a little, but he
climbed up and quickly covered her with his warmth. She opened her
legs for him and he moved between them, his cock pressing against
the wet folds of her sex. How easy it would be for him to shift and
sink inside her, bare. He wanted to do it so badly, but they
couldn’t chance it.

Rhett knelt between her opened thighs
and looked over her gorgeous curves as he ripped the foil pack and
rolled the condom down his cock. Once covered, he came back to her
and pressed the head of his shaft to her entrance.

“
Are you sore …” he trailed
off, not wanting to think of her with anyone else but
him.

“
A little,” she whispered.
“Be gentle.”

Rhett knew he’d prepared her plenty
with his lips, tongue, and fingers, so he pressed in an inch or so.
Her back arched, a sigh escaping her lips. She was so tight, her
walls enveloping him in a tight fist. Last night he’d thought his
head would explode from how good she felt wrapped around his dick,
and this morning it was even better, her pussy swollen from his
attentions. When she calmed a little, he pushed in another inch or
so, her cry of delight music to his ears. Once he was halfway, he
chanced it and slid home, filling her with his length. Taylor
moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist in a body-hugging
hold.

“
How’s that?” he asked,
pushing a few strands of her hair from her face. He needed to look
at her while he took her and see those gorgeous eyes of hers
staring back.

“
Wonderful,” she said as
she writhed under him. “Now move before I hurt you.”

He chuckled at her impatience,
glorying in the fact she was so eager. And he followed her order,
rocking into the cradle of her hips and setting a slow tempo to
start building the fire within. Her fingernails bit into his back
as she became a wildcat under him, rolling her hips to meet him
thrust for thrust. Impatient, she urged him faster, her cries
renting the air. Rhett held on to the frayed edges of his control,
wanting her to come again before he went over the edge.

But she felt too good wrapped around
his dick for him to do anything but ride the wave.

Chapter Five

Taylor’s body was on fire. Rhett had
created a slow-burn starting in the bar the night before, which had
exploded last night. This morning, he was back to the languid
loving he’d hinted at before. All the kisses and tempting touches
had brought them here, a night that she thought would remain a
fantasy.

But Rhett was turning out to be much
better than any of her fevered dreams had been. He’d made her come
with his lips and fingers, and was about to push her into the abyss
once more. His large cock rocked in and out of her pussy, the head
hitting her in just the right places stroke after stroke. Rhett was
a big boy, in all regards, and he filled her like no other
had.

Luckily, he knew how to use his tool.
At the moment, he was taking her to school and teaching her
everything she needed to learn about the act of sex. Each thrust
and stroke was measured. He held back, prodding her forward, trying
to ease another release from her heated body. Rhett looked into her
eyes as he fucked her, like he was making sure she knew who was
claiming her pussy.

It wasn’t forever, but for that
moment, with their bodies entwined in passion and sweat, her body
was his. He seemed to know every inch without ever having touched
her before. Never before had she had a man who listened to her
without her saying a word. Before she could ask anything, he was
there, ready to give her what she needed.