Usually, I pass out pretty fast after sex. Especially when I have it at the end of a long day that began with playing a full four quarters of football and ended with drinking some beers. But while Jamaica snored softly in my arms, I remained wide-awake, my fingers unable to stay still with her silky skin beneath them.
She was such a live wire, sassing me, challenging me, driving me to distraction. I thought once we had sex, I’d have myself back under control. Considering the rest of our relationship, I should have known better. Sex with Island Girl was off. The. Charts.
Her inability to stay still as I sexed her up told me exactly how much I turned her on. Those fists clenched in the blankets, in my hair, and at her sides clued me in on how much she loved my hands and mouth on her. The breathy sighs and soul-deep moans that crescendoed into banshee-style screams, my name echoing off the walls of my room as I made her come, fired me up more than a stadium full of fans cheering my touchdowns on game day.
Yeah, I’d been with a few girls—not nearly as many as my reputation implied, but I knew what I was doing in the sack. This thing with Jamaica was on a stratospheric plane. She took me to a place I’d never been with a woman. A place I wanted to visit again and again. She turned me inside out, wrung every last ounce of desire from me, and left me more satiated and contented than I had ever experienced. Everything about her was real and honest and so fucking sexy it was ridiculous. Seriously, I should have been wiped out, but she shifted, throwing her thigh over mine, and my cock woke right back up.
I absolutely loved the riot of soft curls that covered her head. I also loved that she didn’t try to tame them, other than with a headband sometimes to hold them off her face or to shove them into a messy bun they usually spilled out of. Sliding my hand up into the spirals of her hair, I tugged gently while shifting more to my side. The palm of my hand skimmed over the curve of her hip, then I feathered the tips of my fingers along the satiny skin of her thigh. She let go a sigh and reached for me.
A grin tugged at my mouth as I watched her puff out another sigh through pouty lips when I let my fingers roam up her side to the curve of her breast. When my thumb found her nipple, I discovered that while her brain might be resting, her body was thinking about more playtime. Leaning in, I brushed my lips over hers and whispered her name.
“Mmm, is it morning already?” she mumbled.
“The clock hasn’t even struck midnight yet, Cinderella. The ball is still in full swing.” I chuckled at my innuendo, and she groaned.
“That was so bad.” She blinked one eye open. “Full swing, huh?” Her hand found my cock, which her raspy sleep voice and soft skin had enticed into a salute. Her eyes blinked wide-open. “Oh, I’ll say. Definitely full swing.” A wicked little smile slid over her lips before her tongue slipped out and toured them.
With no other warning, she vanished beneath the covers, and the next thing I knew, her warm, wet mouth was sheathing my dick while she explored my balls with her fingertips.
“Fu-uck, Jamaica. What—”
I lost all coherent thought when her tongue went to work, the tip of it teasing along my shaft on the upstroke, the flat of it rubbing my length on the downstroke. All the while she played with my balls. The twin sensations of her hands and mouth on me had me fisting the sheets as I desperately tried to control my urgent need to thrust into her mouth. When she sucked hard on the head with her hand jacking the shaft, I couldn’t hold back. Tugging on that mass of curls, I urged her to climb up my body.
“You’re killing me, babe. Come here.”
Her answer came with the flat of her hand splayed across my abs, pushing me back down onto the mattress. She only stopped sucking me long enough to sass, “You had your fun with me. Now it’s my turn. Lie back and take it like a man.”
I flipped the covers back so I could at least watch and then wondered at myself when the naughty gleam in her dark green eyes found mine. She took me deep, held me suspended for a second, and then went to town. Her head bobbed as her hands played me. That wildly talented tongue teased and tasted, licked and sucked my dick until I thought I might lose my ever-loving mind.
“Jamaica, babe, I’m gonna come,” I warned, my voice raw.
She hummed along my shaft and that was it. A galaxy of green stars burst behind my eyes, and my ears rang with my own shouts. My hips did their own thing, and she took it—she took it all. When she pulled off me, we were both breathing hard. Then she positively rocked me when she ran her tongue over her swollen lips and smacked them together as if she’d just tasted ambrosia.
Slowly, she kissed and licked her way up my abs, over my pecs, and along the column of my neck, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire over my skin. When she found my mouth with hers, I flipped her onto her back and dove in, kissing her breathless.
At last, I let her up for air. “Island Girl, you’ve ruined me.”
Her brow shot up.
“Yep. I hope you’re proud of yourself. I’m completely ruined for anyone else now.” I smiled at her deer-in-the-headlights stare. “No one has ever done that to me before.”
She smirked. “You expect me to believe you’ve never had a blow job?”
“Not one that made me see stars.” Sobering, I said, “Thank you.” This time the kiss was slow, gentle, and sweet. I wrapped her in my arms and took my time exploring her mouth with mine.
It wasn’t long, though, before she stared moving, rubbing her gorgeous full tits along my chest, sliding her heel along the back of my calf and up to dig into my hamstring. While I tangled my tongue with hers, I let my hand drift down between us, slipping my fingers through the curls guarding her entrance. Finding her slick and hot fired me right back up.
“Mmm, hold that thought,” I said as I reached over to the nightstand for a condom.
Before I could tear open the packet, she snatched it from my hand. “My turn.”
Taking her sweet-ass time, she unrolled the latex along my length, giving me a squeeze that made my breath hitch. She didn’t let me go until she had me positioned exactly where she wanted me, the impish grin dancing in her eyes telling me who was in charge.
Uh-huh.
The second she let me go, I pushed back and flipped her. “On your hands and knees, babe.”
She hesitated, and for a second I worried I might have pushed too hard too soon. Then she languidly rose up into position and shot me a sultry, sexy smile over her shoulder that had me grasping her hips and pushing inside her with far less finesse than I’d intended. A tiny “Oh!” escaped her, and then she was moving with me, our bodies slapping out a rhythm that built and built and built.
When the orgasm barreled down my spine, I slid my hand around her, the pad of my finger zeroing in on her clit. “Come, Jamaica. I need you to come. Now,” I growled.
Burying her face in the pillow, she pushed hard back into me, her pussy pulsing around my cock in the out-of-control rhythm of her climax. Her muffled screams sounded like my name, and in two quick thrusts, the shock waves of the mother of all orgasms crashed through me. Time stopped as sensations I’d never known echoed through me into her and back again.
When her legs went out from under her, I went down too, my body covering hers. I wanted the aftershocks to go on forever. I wanted her sass and her fire all to myself. I wanted to stay inside her in every way and never let her go. Somewhere along the line when I thought we were only teasing each other, Jamaica Winslow snuck into my heart and made a space for herself there. And that happened before the spectacular sex. A sneaky voice in the back of my mind said I should maybe be worried, but I was too happy to pay it much attention.
As the aftershocks gentled down into tiny pulses, she shifted beneath me, alerting me to the fact she probably needed to breathe. I pulled out, rolled off her, and dragged my ass to the head to dispose of the condom. When I returned to bed, she remained face down in the pillow, and I sat beside her, mapping the long lines of her back and the sexy contours of her ass, down and up, down and up. Her skin rippled beneath my touch, and she buried a moan of pleasure in the pillow.
Smiling at her lazy response, I climbed over her and stretched out beside her. Gathering her close, I said, “You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” I kissed her hair and tightened my arms around her. “By the way, after tonight, there is absolutely no question you’re my girlfriend.” I lifted my head to catch the question in her eyes. “We’re exclusive, Jamaica. You’re mine.” This time I kissed her pretty pouty mouth. “And I’m yours.”
For a minute she tensed, and my stomach did a scary somersault. When her body relaxed in my arms, I dropped my head back on my pillow and closed my eyes. It seemed I’d barely fallen asleep when a raucous pounding on my door startled both of us upright in my bed.
“O’Reilly! Get your ass up! Breakfast is on the table,” Bax shouted through the door.
“Fuck,” I mumbled when I checked the time on my phone. “I had plans for how I wanted to wake you this morning, Island Girl. But I have to be at film in half an hour.”
She stretched her arms over her head, thrusting her gorgeous rack out, and I threw myself back onto the mattress with a groan of frustration.
“Mmm, your bed is so comfy. I’ve never overslept like I seem to do whenever I sleep in it.”
“You sure it’s the bed that has you so relaxed?” I waggled my brows at her.
“Positive.” She shot me an impish smirk. “I can’t imagine what else would do it.”
Before I could grab her and remind her exactly why she’d slept so well, she hopped out of bed with a laugh and headed to the bathroom. A few minutes later she walked out in all her naked glory and started gathering up her clothes. Fascinated, I watched as she slipped her camisole over her head and smoothed it down her body then shimmied into her panties. Nothing about her plain white underwear was especially sexy on its own, but when it covered her delectable curves, I couldn’t remember seeing anything sexier. Then she ruined the view by dropping her oversize sweater over herself. Not bothering to hide my morning wood, I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom, deliberately taking a tiny detour to run my hand across her ass and give her a squeeze.
“Callahan,” she warned. “You’re gonna be late.”
With a frustrated growl, I headed into the shower, setting it on full cold. Two minutes later, I was relatively clean and definitely less turned-on. Jamaica was sitting on the side of the bed, scrolling through her phone when I stepped over to my dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of boxers and my favorite sweats. After hustling into my clothes, I slipped my hand in hers and tugged her up from the bed. Unable to resist a minute more, I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her like I meant it—because I did. When she melted in my arms and kissed me back, I seriously considered skipping film and taking the consequences tomorrow afternoon in practice.
As though she’d read my mind, she pulled away. “I’m not going to cause trouble for you with your coach. Axel can pick me up and take me home.”
Like I’d let that happen, let some other guy take my lady home after she’d spent the night with me. “The dorms are only a couple minutes’ jog out of the way to the stadium. I’ll take you home.” Taking her hand, I led her downstairs.
“Morning, sunshine. Too much Homecoming party last night?” Finn asked with a smirk. Then he caught sight of my girl and color flooded his cheeks. “Sorry, Jamaica. I didn’t know you were here.”
Bax glanced up from stuffing his face. “Breakfast burritos are in the oven.” He swallowed and added, “Good thing I made extra.”
Danny glanced up from his food with a sly grin and waved. Apparently, he spent last night after the game at home. Huh. Can’t imagine how I missed that. I grinned to myself.
“Good morning, guys. Great game yesterday.”
I gave Jamaica’s hand a squeeze and headed over to fill my thermos mug with coffee. While I prepared our burritos to go, wrapping them in tin foil and napkins, Jamaica said, “I don’t know much about the game, but it looked to me like you were the hero, Bax.”
“You hear that, ’Han? Your girlfriend thinks I’m a hero.”
“Now you’ve done it.” Danny groaned. “We won’t hear the end of this until next week at least.”
She shrugged, but I saw a smirk ghost over her features. The look I shot her told her there would be punishments for encouraging Bax even if what she said was true, and every man in the room knew it. I handed her a burrito and slid the other one into the front pocket of my hoodie.
Snagging my coffee mug with one hand, I wrapped the other around my girl. “See you guys at the facility,” I said to my roommates as I led her out the door.
Before she could buckle herself in, I pounced on her in the cab of my truck. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” I asked against her lips.
“Did what?” she breathed.
“Gave Bax a big head.”
“You’re the one who called him a hero,” she sassed with a grin.
I kissed that grin right off her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers as I speared my fingers through her hair. A long time later, we came up for air when we heard the front door of the house bang shut behind my roommates.
“If you drop me off now, you’re going to be late.” Worry flashed in those deep green eyes I’d never tire of looking into.
“Not if we don’t see a cop.”
I fired up my truck and roared out of the driveway.
After dropping Jamaica off, I made it to practice with thirty seconds to spare.