Quarterback Draw
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He scooped her butt in his hands and tilted her pelvis up, needing to angle her so he could feel her—really feel her. God, she felt so good.
“Well, now you know what it feels like to get fucked.” He withdrew, then thrust again.
She planted her feet on the mattress and met his thrusts with one of her own, giving as good as she got. “Yes, I do. It feels good. Really good. Now give it to me hard. And don’t hold back.”
She was going to make him explode. His brains were going to leak out his ears and he was going to die fucking this woman.
And he didn’t think he’d care.
KATRINA HAD NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THIS. OF course she’d never felt anything like this, because this was a man. A living, breathing, human male and not a toy.
It was an amazing feeling having Grant’s cock moving inside her, his body sliding over hers, his chest rubbing against her breasts.
And, oh, God, he knew just how to maneuver his body so that he rubbed her clit.
“You feel good,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear. “Hot. Tight. Wet. Do you know how that squeezes my cock, Katrina?”
The way he spoke to her, his voice husky and dark as he moved within her, made her body tighten around him.
“You make me want to come,” he said. “And when I do, I’m going to push deep inside you and fill you.”
She’d dreamed about this, about what it would be like to have a man fuck her. But never in her wildest imaginings had she thought it would be this …
Amazing.
He didn’t just use his cock on her. He kissed her neck, her mouth, teased her earlobe with his teeth. And he swept his hands down her rib cage to grasp her hip, to raise her leg so he could sink deeper inside her.
He talked to her, told her how it felt for him, about how she felt to him.
It was sensory overload of the best kind. She was swept away, her mind and body both trying to process everything she was experiencing.
And when she tightened around his cock and came, she tilted her head back and expressed herself with a loud cry. In response, Grant gripped her tightly and groaned against her neck, laving her neck with his tongue and shuddering against her.
She never knew that experiencing a man’s orgasm could extend her own, but it did. She wrapped her legs around him and held him deep within her, riding out the waves of pleasure that fully swamped her.
Breathing was difficult after that. They clung together, their bodies attached by sweat and tangled limbs. The ends of her hair stuck to his chest.
She’d never known anything more perfect.
Or more terrifying, because now that she’d had this, self-induced pleasure was never going to be adequate again.
Grant caught her attention by pressing his lips to hers. “You okay?”
“I’m … perfect.”
He grinned down at her. “Yeah, you are.”
She laughed. “No, seriously. That was awesome. You were amazing.”
“See? I told you I’d get to awesome and amazing.”
She laughed. “You did, didn’t you? Well, you succeeded.”
He rolled away and disposed of the condom, then held out his hand to her. “Come on. We both need a shower.”
He was right about that. She followed him into the bathroom, where he indulged her even more in his oversized shower. He soaped her back—and her front—which she found all kinds of fun. Plus she had the opportunity to touch him by soaping him up. She liked having free rein to run her hands over his body, and wasn’t at all surprised when he got hard again.
“If I didn’t feel like I’d already used you enough tonight, I’d want to be inside you again.”
“I’m not a fragile flower, you know.”
He gave her a hot look, turned off the shower and tugged her out, barely giving her time to dry off before her threw her on the bed.
He was inside her again before her feet were off the floor.
Grant was apparently a master at condom application, because he’d done it so quickly she’d hardly noticed. She had no complaints about that, because having her hands all over him in the shower had done erotic things to her thought processes, and all she’d wanted was to feel him buried deep.
This time it was quick and dirty. He sucked her nipples and fucked her hard, rubbing his pelvis over her clit.
She didn’t think she could come again.
She was wrong. She came hard and fast and bit his shoulder when she did. He groaned against her and took her mouth in a deep, wholly satisfying kiss when he came, leaving them both out of breath.
When he lifted his head, his eyes looked dark and dangerous, his hair still a little damp. She brushed it away from his face.
“We might need another shower,” he said.
Her lips curved. “I can do this song and dance all night.”
He rolled her over on top of him. “So can I. Should we see who gives in first and passes out?”
“I’ve done all-night shoots on two hours of sleep, Cassidy. You might be surprised which one of us gives in first.”
Around four a.m., they both fell asleep in the middle of sex.
Katrina would call that a joint victory.
EIGHTEEN
KATRINA’S MAKEUP ARTIST HAD GIVEN HER THE EVIL eye the entire day, making harsh comments about the dark circles under her eyes.
Yeah, she’d screwed up.
Grant had driven her back to her hotel at seven that morning. And okay, maybe three hours’ sleep wasn’t such a great idea the night before a shoot, but despite his comments, Carlos had put cucumber slices on her eyes before he’d applied makeup.