“I think you might actually rub my skin raw if you keep kissing me like that,” Mary said, her sleepy smile the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen as I trailed soft, lazy kisses over her shoulder.
“I’m counting,” I said, planting another. “And until I get to a thousand, you’re stuck here.”
She chuckled, pulling me back down into the sheets with her so that my next kiss was on her mouth.
I hadn’t even had to say a word to Blake after the game for him to pack up his shit and leave the room we’d been assigned to at the hotel. He had cracked a joke or two to Mary on his way out, but I was thankful that he knew we’d want the night alone together, that he hadn’t made a big deal of it. We were teammates, brothers, and I knew he’d sleep on a pullout couch in another room if he had to.
As soon as we were alone, it’d been a blur of clothes being shed. We were both so starved for each other that we skipped over foreplay altogether, and I was fucking her into the mattress within five minutes. We both came fast, sweating and panting and clinging to each other like we’d had our first sip of water after walking in the desert for a week.
But we were still thirsty.
I felt it in every long, slow, intentional touch from her as we laid in bed after our shower. Neither of us bothered to put clothes on again, and I reveled in the feel of her body pressed against mine, in the bite of metal from her piercings, the softness of her thighs sandwiching mine between them.
“God, I was miserable without you,” I confessed into her neck.
She squeezed me tighter. “I was a mess, too.”
“I thought I’d lost you again. I thought…” I shook my head, and then I was pulling her in closer, like even a centimeter of space between us was too much. “Have I apologized enough yet? Because I really want to say I’m sorry another million times. Oh! I could start saying it in Spanish. Lo siento. Lo siento mucho.”
Mary kissed my hair. “Save your apologies for the next time I’m a stubborn witch.”
“Witch,” I mused with a laugh, leaning up on my elbows so I could look down at her. “That’s pretty accurate, considering the spell you have me under.”
“Mmm,” she mused, trailing her fingertip down my chest. “I wonder what I can use my powers to make you do…”
“I think at this point we know the answer to that is anything.”
Mary bit her lip, shaking her head on a long, sated sigh. She kept trailing lines on my skin, her expression softening. “So… what now?”
“What do you want?”
“To be together,” she said, lifting her eyes to mine. “Really be together.”
“As if there was another option.”
She smiled a bit. “I just mean… I know there’s a possibility of you getting drafted. And, if you do…”
I arched a brow, waiting. “Say it. What do you want, Mary?”
She glared at me, but her smile broke through. “You’re such an ass.”
“I just like to hear my girl confess how badly she wants me,” I argued with a roll of my hips into her. I was covering her in kisses again as she wrapped her arms around me, her soft laugh the sweetest sound.
“Fine,” she conceded, making me stop with a hand pressing against my chest. “I want to go with you.”
“Say it again.”
“I want to go with you,” she said louder, pinching me in the side. “You cocky sonofabitch.”
I resisted the urge to make a joke about just how cocky I could be — mostly because I was high off her saying she wanted to go with me if I was drafted.
When I was drafted.
“What else?” I asked.
She considered. “Well, I want to figure out a way to tattoo wherever we end up.”
“You will.”
Mary didn’t seem as confident. “Before I can move forward, I have to deal with what happened with Nero.” She curled into me a little then. “I think… I think I want to talk to the other girls at the shop, see if any of them went through what I did. My word against his isn’t much, but if there are more than us?”
I nodded.
“And… God, it makes me sick to consider, but… I think I need to tell his wife.”
“I’m with you,” I said. “Whatever you want to do. And I promise not to punch the fucker in the face again. Or any other place — even though I still stand firm that he deserves a dick punch.”
Mary laughed. “I have a confession.”
“Mm?”
“I actually found it really hot when you laid him out.”
My jaw dropped. “And you made me pay for it with weeks of misery?!”
“Just because it turned me on didn’t mean I wasn’t still pissed!”
“It turned you on?” I smirked against her skin. “In that case, I take back what I said about it never happening again.”
I smothered her with another round of kisses while she squirmed, and I knew I could stay just like that, in bed with her, forever, and I would live the happiest life.
“I don’t know what will happen with him, if anything. And I reserve the right to change my mind,” she said. “But… I want to at least try. I don’t want him to keep doing this to other girls.”
I nodded, leaning up on my elbow so I could brush her hair from her face. “I’m with you. And, when you do have your own chair again, I have a long list of clients for you.”
Mary frowned.
“The entire NBU football team.”
At that, she laughed. “Right.”
“I’m serious. They love your work. They all want in. So, when you have a chair again, you’ll be busy.”
“If I have a chair again.”
“You will. In fact, when I get signed, you can bet your sweet ass that fat signing bonus I get will go to opening up your own shop.”
Mary bit her lip. “I have always wanted to open my own… I was thinking maybe one with all female artists. A real bad bitch spot. Palico could be our shop cat.”
“See? That asshole can’t keep you down for long.”
“I’d never use your money for it, though.”
“Like you have a choice,” I said. “Besides, it’s our money.”
“We’re not married, Leo.”
My tongue hurt from how hard I had to hold it back from saying yet.
“If you get a bonus, you should invest it.”
“Nah, too safe,” I said, but I was done talking, and I let her know with a slow trail of my fingers down her shoulder and over the swells of her breasts. Her breath caught when I thumbed her piercing, her nipple pebbling beneath the touch.
“What happens if you don’t get drafted,” she managed through a raspy breath. “And I never tattoo again?”
I shrugged. “We sell everything we own and move to a new country and figure out who we want to be next.” I flipped her until she was on her back, until I was between her legs. “Wherever we go, whatever we do, you belong to me,” I said, kissing along her jaw. “And I belong to you.”
Mary grabbed my face in her hands, stopping me so I had no choice but to look at her.
“I love you,” she said.
My chest squeezed, heart throbbing inside it. “Fuck, I love to hear that.”
“I love you,” she repeated, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me flush against her.
“Te amo, cariño,” I echoed, claiming her mouth with a hard, demanding kiss.
She opened for me then, letting my tongue sweep in to dance with hers as her hips widened. She was already wet, my cock sliding between her lips and making us both inhale on a groan. But I’d ravaged her once tonight in a frenzy.
Now, I wanted to take my time.
“Come here,” I rasped, climbing off of her and the bed altogether. I stood at the edge of it, stroking my cock where she’d slicked me with her desire.
Mary’s eyes were glued to my fist as I pumped, her breasts heaving, every curve of her on display in the sheets where she waited for my instruction.
“Lie on your back,” I said. “I want your head right here.”
I pointed to the edge of the bed in front of me, and she maneuvered herself down, shimmying until she was lying under me with her eyes cast up and waiting again.
She was so fucking gorgeous it hurt.
Her knees were together, as if she was suddenly shy, but her hands still roamed her body, plucking at her piercings and trailing every lush curve. I let my eyes roam slowly over every color of ink that sprawled her skin — black and blue and red and green, bright orange and deep violet. My chest hummed with possession as I did, like a king marveling at his riches.
“Scoot up,” I told her. “Hang your head off the bed.”
Mary did as I told her to, and I cursed at the sight of her throat arched, her body stretching out even more across the white sheets.
“Now,” I said, carefully cradling her head in one hand as I fisted myself in the other. “Open that pretty mouth.”
She did, sticking out her pink tongue as a welcome sign. I stepped in closer, guiding my crown to her mouth. I slicked it with her tongue in slow, torturous circles that elicited a deep groan from me and a desperate whimper from Mary before I slowly pressed inside, all the way until her lips had no choice but to wrap around me.
“Fuck,” I cursed, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back at the sensation. I wasn’t even a third of the way inside her, but the sight of her stretched out, the angle, the feel of her tongue as it swirled around me… it was enough to make me come right then.
Mary’s hands reached for my ass to pull me in deeper, and I let her, flexing a bit more until she gagged. I pulled out then, letting her catch her breath. Then, I was hinging at the waist, my cock hard and hovering at her mouth, waiting for her to take it again, all while I kissed along her breasts, her stomach, until my tongue could reach her clit.
She shook violently at the first taste, and I braced my knees against the edge of the mattress to hold myself steady as she played with my crown again, matching my teases against her clit. I licked and she swirled, I sucked and she gagged. It was a sweet, sadistic game of cat and mouse, both of us teasing the other to see who would break first.
When Mary bucked her hips against my mouth, giving me no choice but to run my tongue flat and hot along the length of her, she shuddered beneath me, moaning around where my cock was in her mouth.
“Does my girl need more?” I teased, breathing against her before I licked her in a long, hot sweep again.
“Please,” she begged, and she barely got the word out before I held onto her thighs and buried my face between them.
I ate her pussy like a starved man, licking and sucking and slowly inching one finger inside her to curl along with the rhythm my tongue was stroking against her. I couldn’t even focus on the way she was teasing me, because my singular focus had shifted to her pleasure.
“Focus, baby,” I told her with another flick of my tongue. “Can you come for me again tonight?”
A whimpered, “Yes,” floated into the air like a spell.
Mary still licked along my shaft as I played with her, but when I curled two fingers inside and sucked her clit in the way I knew gave her the right amount of friction, I felt her focus shift, too. She was still sucking me, but it was lazy and slow, distracted, all while her hips widened, her knees stretching open, pelvis bucking up to reach for her release.
“That’s it,” I praised her. “Find it. I want these legs shaking for me. I want to hear you scream.”
She moaned, and then she pulled her mouth away from my shaft so I could soak up every sigh and whimper and cry as I found the right spot to make her shatter.
My name was a repeated prayer on her lips as she did, and her hands fisted in my hair, holding me to her as she ground her hips against me. I grabbed her thigh tighter with my free hand, the other working inside her in time with my mouth on her clit. And only when she sagged into the bed like dead weight did I stop, carefully removing my fingers as she shuddered and clung to me like I was all that held her from floating off into space.
“Good girl,” I breathed against her, pressing a light kiss to her clit that made her shake again.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her eyes hooded as I stood again. But when she went to move, I pressed her back into the sheets.
“Not yet, mi alma,” I said, sweeping her hair from her face. “I want to fuck that sweet mouth.”
Mary licked her lips, coating them before she opened wide and stuck out her tongue for me again. She was already pulling me to her before I could wrap a fist around myself, like she was starved for me now.
I let her take control, groaning as she slicked me and took me in inch by blissful inch. She could still only get a little under half of me inside before she’d gag, but she used her hands and worked them in time with her mouth in a torturous rhythm that had me flexing into her, my toes curling on the hotel carpet.
“Hang your head off more,” I told her, using my hands in her hair as a guide. “Arch for me, baby. Open your throat.”
When she did, I palmed her breasts, squeezing the ample softness and toying with her piercings with each thumb. She squirmed under the touch, moaning around my shaft. It sent a vibration through me that made my knees buckle.
“Fuck, yes,” I praised. “Just like that. Can you open more for me?”
She arched even more, and carefully, I moved my hands to her head. My fingers wound into her hair, and I stroked her in calming touches as I started to shift control to me, holding her still as I worked myself in and out of her mouth.
“I want to see my cock stretching your throat,” I told her, still moving slow and easy. “I’m going to fuck you deeper, baby, and I want you to take it. Hold me deep as long as you can.”
She moaned around me again, affirming that she wanted it, too. Her hands grabbed my ass to pull me in a bit more, but I still held the control. Slowly at first, I pulled her mouth off me and then slid her back down, watching as she arched and opened as much as she could underneath me. I groaned at the sight of my cock bulging in her throat when I pressed deeper, and even though she gagged, she still held me to her, telling me she was okay.
The deeper I went, the more I lost control, flexing my hips with every thrust into her. She moaned and gagged but never faltered, and the sight of her stretched out, her tits bouncing as I fucked her throat — it sent me.
I slid in deep, holding myself inside her as the first pulse of heat vibrated through me. “Goddamn, Stig,” I managed on a breath, and then I was pumping my release inside her, small flexes of my hips stretching out the release as I felt every inch of her tongue on me, her throat constricting around my shaft, her lips tight and warm.
I shook, knees giving out, and made noises no grown man should make as I came. She soaked up every drop like it was hard earned, not letting me pull away until I was completely drained and near collapsing. Mary gagged a little when I finally did pull out, and then I was on the floor, and she rolled over onto her stomach, hair a wild halo around her as she smiled and wiped her lips.
“Damn,” she said, breathless. “That was fucking hot.”
I barked out a laugh, body still spasming. “You should have seen it from my point of view.”
The little minx crawled off the bed and down onto the floor with me, and I hadn’t even caught my breath before she was straddling me and kissing me hard with intent.
“Please tell me you can get hard again,” she breathed against my lips. “Because that turned me on so fucking much.”
I laughed against her lips. “You’re insatiable.”
“Please, Leo,” she said, running her hand down to grip me. I didn’t know how it was possible, but slowly, as she pumped me, I grew in her hand. “I want to ride you. I want to feel you.”
I groaned, maneuvering us until my back was against the bed for support. That was all the confirmation Mary needed before she was pressing up onto her knees, lining me up at her entrance.
With her heated eyes locked on mine, she sank down.
She was wet and relaxed from her orgasm, from bringing me mine, and she took half of me in on that first flex, making us both see stars.
Mary moaned loudly, nails biting into my shoulders as she lifted and dropped down more. In four rolls, she had me all the way inside her, and she shook around me, her walls tightening, lips frantic where they met mine.
“Touch me,” she pleaded. “I’m so close.”
I palmed her breasts roughly, massaging them as she bounced wildly on my lap. When I rolled her piercings between my fingers and thumbs, she screamed, and this time it was loud enough for me to cover her mouth with one hand. I knew Coach wasn’t stupid enough to think we never had girls in our room, but I didn’t need him finding out about tonight — nor any of the scouts staying here, either.
Mary didn’t care. She just rode me harder, tilting her hips so her clit rubbed against me as I flexed inside her. And then she was quivering, moaning, almost crying as she found her release. I didn’t think I’d be able to join her, but watching her surrender completely, feeling her tighten around me without a barrier between us, hearing her sweet moans… it was too much.
I captured her mouth with mine just as the first of my orgasm caught, and at this point I didn’t even know if I had anything to release into her, but my body clenched, and a delicious fire consumed me as I flexed and pumped whatever I did have left. Mary was still coming, too, and we moaned and held tight to each other, riding out the last of our climaxes before we both slumped into the floor.
It might have been a minute later. It might have been an hour. Somehow, at some point in time, Mary had crawled to stand and reached down for my hand, both of us moving slowly on our way to the shower. She’d run the water hot over both of us, and we’d taken turns washing each other between slow, promising kisses I knew I’d never tire of.
When we crawled back into bed, sore and sated and bone-tired, I curled myself around her, kissing her wet hair and inhaling everything that she was. My chest didn’t ache for the first time in weeks. My breaths came easy. My heart was at peace.
“Mi amor, mi cariño, mi cielo,” I whispered against her neck between soft kisses. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she whispered back.
And in the quiet dark of that hotel room, I silently promised to never hurt her again, to never put her second to anything, to never let her push me away even when her defensive instinct told her to. I promised to do everything in my power to always make her stay, even when things got rough.
Mary Silver was finally mine.
It was the sweetest win of my life.
