Page 266 of Cross Check

“I was motivated.”

“I would’ve worn this even if you lost, but you were extra cute on the bench tonight. I’ve never seen you so focused,” he says.

“Positive reinforcement, I guess.” I slip off my blazer and drape it over the chair that sits in the nook area of the room. “Should I join you?”

“Let me see what you’re wearing under those clothes.” Grant’s eyes twinkle. “What color did you go with today?”

I slowly unbutton my blouse, glad when his attention stays on me. My shirt falls off my arms, and I work on my slacks next. The drag of the zipper is loud in the quiet room, and Grant scoots to the edge of the bed for a better look.

“Green,” I say, showing off the lingerie I put on under my outfit tonight. It’s fancier than what I normally wear, but I like dressing up for special occasions. A matchup against Grant is always a special occasion. “What do you think?”

“I love it. I love you. Come here, baby. Let me touch you.”

He holds out his hand and I take it, stepping toward him. He runs his palms up my thighs, whining when he plays with the bow on the front of my underwear. I sigh at the weight of his touch then straddle his lap, a leg on either side of his hips.

“You know I normally love foreplay.” I kiss his jaw then his neck. His hold on me tightens, the tips of his fingers pressing right into the softest part of my curves. “But maybe we can skip to the main act? You look good wearing my name, Everett, and I want to take advantage of it.”

“You’re in control.” His hand moves up my spine to my ponytail. He pulls my hair free, letting the strands spill over my shoulders in the soft waves I went with tonight. “I do want to get you off first. I thought about eating you out the entire second intermission.”

“Only the second intermission?” I stumble over the words when Grant yanks down the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts. He squeezes them with both hands, his thumbs teasing over my pebbled nipples. They’ve been hard all night. “What’s a girl gotta do to have your attention during the first intermission too?”

“You have to know you always have my full attention. Every play.” He bends, taking one nipple in his mouth. His teeth clamp down, and I gasp. “Every second.” His lips move to the other side of my chest, repeating the action. I arch my back and wiggle in his lap. “Every goddamn minute of my life, Lia.”

“Pretty profound.” I rub over the head of his cock. I feel his pre-cum through his shorts, and I smile when he bites my collarbone in restraint. “I’m going to start wearing more lingerie under my game day clothes. I want you thinking about my ass when you leave for the arena.”

“This ass?” Grant lifts me and gives my left cheek a smack. Heat stirs in my belly, and he soothes over the sting with his knuckles. “Your ass in tiny underwear is a detriment to my health. Take them off, Lia.”

He stands and sets me on the edge of the bed. He pushes my legs apart and drops to the ground in front of me. I shove the underwear down, laughing when he wraps them around his fist.

“Doing something with those later?” I ask.

“I might,” he says. “The night is young. We’ll see where we end up.”

I put my hands on the sheets and lean back, watching Grant find a comfortable position. Up on his knees, he’s at the perfect height to touch me. With his eyes on me, he scoots forward and spits on my pussy. He smears the saliva over my entrance and clit, not giving me a second to prepare for the stretch of three of his fingers before he pushes inside.

We’ve been together so many times at this point, but I’m still tight. I still groan at the ceiling. My body welcomes him, rejoices in him, and it only takes a beat before I’m resting my leg over his shoulder.

“Feels so good,” I mumble, lust-drunk already. I’m addicted to him. Even more so when he teases my clit with the tip of his tongue. Not enough to make me come, but enough to want to beg. “Stay there, please.”

And he does. Grant starts slow at first, a quick lick before he pulls away and prioritizes his fingers. But then his mouth is back on me. He’s sucking on my clit and spitting on me again, and it’s a filthy combination I like so much.

The pleasure starts to build when he touches my breasts. It crescendos when he goes to four fingers, his torso folded over my thighs so he can get nice and deep. I can hear how wet I am, and I jolt when he hits the perfect spot inside me. Grant groans. His rhythm changes to fast and hard, and he’s never used his fingers like this before.

“Do you want to come?” he asks right against my entrance, and when I only nod, he slaps my pussy. I cry out, hands gripping his shoulders to prevent myself from grinding on his face. “Words, baby. Tell me.”

“Yeah. Yes.” I lick my lips, aching for it. I want to come, but I also want what happens next. “And then I want to ride you while I face you. I want to see my name when you come.”

“Shit.”

Grant falters, but he picks his pace back up. He gets me there with his mouth and his fingers. Each swirl of his tongue has me closer, and then, it’s fireworks.

The full-body orgasm makes me clench around his hand. He stays in place as I fuck his fingers, rolling my hips to chase the sensation all the way to the finish line. I pinch my nipples, the stimulation from both places enough to make me go limp as the gratification starts to subside.

There’s no chance to catch my breath. Grant stands and peels off his compression shorts. He sits next to me on the bed and picks me up so I’m facing him again. I hold myself above his cock, my movements lazy as he unhooks my bra and leaves me totally naked.

“Ready?” he asks, and I smile.

“Been ready since we scored the first goal tonight,” I say, and he lifts his hips with a deep laugh.