Behind the Net: Chapter 58

OUR KISS IS urgent as I carry her up the stairs. Her thighs squeeze my waist, and I grip her ass, giving it a sharp slap. Her moan vibrates into my mouth, and when she sucks on my tongue, fucking hell. I groan back into her, pinning her against the wall upstairs.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers as I hit the perfect spot with my hips. “Oh my god.”

“Right there, huh?”

She nods, eyes closed and lips parted, and my blood beats with the primal need to please her.

“Jamie.” Her eyes open with that fucking perfect dazed look as I rock against her clit. “Need to touch you.”

I move to carry her into her bedroom.

“No,” she says, and I stop. She gives me a shy, embarrassed smile. “Your bed.”

Jesus Christ, I like that.

A moment later, I lower her onto my bed, yanking my shirt and pants off, then supporting my own weight on my elbows on either side of her head as I kiss her. Another shred of control falls away as my tongue strokes against her, urgent and demanding.

My blood sings with the truth: Pippa is mine.

“You like being in my bed?” I murmur as my fingers trail beneath her shirt, skimming up her stomach. Her skin is so soft.

“Yes.” Her breath catches as I brush the skin beneath her bra, teasing, knowing what she wants but holding back an inch.

“I like it, too.”

Her back arches into my touch. I pull away to tease her, and she growls, hand coming to my arm.

“What’s the matter?” I ask in a low voice, smiling at her. I shift so I’m on my side, watching her.

“Jamie.” The way she says my name, irritated and aroused, makes my grin turn wicked.

She sits up and pulls her shirt off, and I’m face to face with her perfect tits, pushed up into something incredible in a white lace bra embroidered with flowers.

Lust floods my body. “Not fair,” I murmur, trailing my fingers over the lace.

I circle the lace over her nipple, feeling the stiff peak beneath the fabric. Her eyes glaze and her lips part before I move to the other one. I’m fully hard, lying here with Pippa, playing with her, teasing her, working her up.

It’s heaven.

“Let’s talk game plan, songbird.” My voice is low as I brush back and forth over the sensitive peaks covered in lace. “How are we going to do this?”

Her cheeks are flushed. “I think you should go down on me.”

My eyebrow arches. “Oh, really?”

She nods, and we’re both thinking about a few weeks ago in her parents’ house, when she wore my jersey.

“You liked that, did you?” She nods again, and something electric crackles in the air around us. “So did I.”

Surprise passes through her eyes, and my pulse beats harder.

“Did you doubt that, Pippa?” My fingers brush over the swells of her breasts, just above her bra. “Did you doubt that your pussy was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever tasted?” I dip into her bra cup to find a stiff nipple, and she lets out a soft moan. “Because it was, baby. I think about it every time I stroke my cock, how wet you were. How you sounded, moaning for me while I licked into you.”

She arches into my touch again and unhooks her bra. My mouth falls to her breast, circling the pinched point with my tongue. The noise that scrapes out of her throat, needy and relieved at the same time, makes my balls ache with want.

“Are we using the toy tonight, Pippa?”

She shakes her head.

“No?” I arch a brow as I suck, and her breath catches.

“I want to try without,” she whispers, biting her lip.

She looks at me like she thinks I can do it, make her come again without the toy. My cock surges, straining in my boxers.

“This is driving me crazy,” she says as I pinch and roll the other peak. “Touch me.”

I grin down at her. “I am touching you.”

“More,” she demands.

“You don’t want to tell me five things you can feel?”

Her frustrated glare makes me shake with laughter. I’ve never laughed during sex. My songbird is horny and furious, and I’m in heaven. In this moment, I feel like she’s my best friend, and yet I’m rock hard, thinking about pleasing her. Sex has never been so playful, and I can’t think of another time I felt so comfortable around someone.

This is what it’s supposed to be like, I realize.

“Stop. Teasing. Me.” Her teeth are clenched as I brush her nipple as softly as I can, watching her reaction.

“Beg me.”

When her gaze simmers with heat and a sigh falls from her lips, my blood sings.

“Please, Jamie,” she whispers. “Please make me come.”

Heat burns down my spine, pooling around the base, and I drag in a breath, holding on to the last remnants of control.

“When you beg like that, I lose my fucking mind.”

Her eyes are glazed with lust but certain. “So lose it.”

I get her fully naked within seconds. My hands settle on her inner thighs, pushing them apart as I lower myself between her legs.

She’s wet, soaked, glistening with damp thighs, and pride courses through my veins. I did that. I make her feel good. No one else.

Pippa is mine.

The first stroke of my tongue up her wet center makes Pippa arch off the bed.

This. The taste of Pippa ignites my hunger all over again, sets my greed for her on fire, and the possessive need inside me intensifies. I bury my face between her legs, licking, stroking, sucking the tight bud of nerves. The noises slipping out of Pippa’s mouth are rough, breathy, unfiltered, and my cock pulses with the need to fuck her hard.

When I slip a finger inside her and find the ridged spot, her thighs slam tight around my head.

“Jamie,” she chokes out, and my chest beats with pride.

“You looked so fucking hot in my jersey,” I say before I suck her clit. Her thighs shake on either side of my head. Her pussy’s so wet I can hear sucking sounds as I push my finger in and out. “So fucking hot. Do you know how it makes me feel to see my name on your back, Pippa?”

I suck her clit again, and her hands drift to my hair, clutching and tugging. The sensation shoots more heat down my spine. My length aches, dripping pre-cum.

“It makes me feel like you’re mine,” I tell her.

Her eyes go hazy. “It makes me feel like that, too.”

My pulse whooshes in my ears, and I’ve never felt this feral need, this primal, out of control, instinctive want. The sight of Pippa lying beneath me, splayed open for me, hair spilling over my bed, hands in my hair as she holds on tight, it slices away any hesitation.

“Oh god, Jamie,” she moans when I add another finger and rub her G-spot.

I know that tone. I’ve memorized it, replayed it over and over again as I fucked my fist, thinking about her.

“You’re close,” I say before swirling my tongue over her clit.

She jerks a nod, eyes closed tight. “Uh-huh.”

Something hot and smug settles in my chest, and I close my lips over her clit, sucking and working the nerves with my tongue as my fingers stroke in and out. She tightens around me—her abs, her legs around my head, her pussy around my fingers.

“Say my name when you come like a good girl.”

“Fuck,” she chokes out, and I can feel her tipping. Her hands grip my hair so tight it hurts. The pain sears my scalp and I love it. “Jamie.”

She shakes all around me, crying out my name, coming and coming, and I don’t let up until I’ve wrung every drop from my pretty assistant’s pussy. As her orgasm subsides, I press sucking kisses to her clit. I can’t tear myself away from her.

Her legs fall apart as she catches her breath, hands still in my hair. Her fingers comb my hair out of my eyes as she stares at the ceiling.

“Jamie,” she whispers. “What the hell?”

I chuckle and kiss her inner thigh, coated with her arousal. My tongue runs along the soft, sensitive skin there, and she lets out a high, tight noise when I reach her clit.

“Sensitive,” she gasps.

“Sorry, baby.” I crawl over her, hovering with my elbows on either side of her head, caging her in. I tip her chin up and kiss her, and her breath tickles my face as she lies there in a puddle. “Can’t help myself.” I press kiss after kiss to her face, to her cheekbones, to her forehead, to her nose, to her eyes, to her soft, pliant, warm, inviting mouth.

She’s perfect, my Pippa.

Her hands trail up and down my arms, over my chest. Her nails scrape the stubble down my neck, through my chest hair, over my abs, over the ridges of my back. I’m so hard it hurts, but I wouldn’t interrupt this moment for anything. I love her like this, sated and pleased and calm.

In this moment, we’re the only people in the universe. Nothing else matters. There’s no family drama, no exes, no worries about careers or the future or getting our hearts broken.

It’s just us.

“Songbird,” I whisper, because I love her.

Her eyes meet mine, full of affection, and for a moment, I think she might love me, too. I kiss her deeply, sinking into her warm, pliant mouth, and while I’m caught up in my pretty songbird, mooning over her, she reaches down and pulls my straining cock out of my boxers and gives it a firm stroke.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan into her mouth before yanking my boxers off. “Hold on a second, baby.”

I’m too close to the edge, and I want this to last. It never lasts with Pippa, and I want as much out of this as I can get.

My cock settles in the cradle between her thighs. Her pussy is still wet, so warm, and electricity travels up and down my spine, numbing my brain, letting the base instincts take over.

I drag my cock through her wetness, and the urgent need to come beats all the thoughts from my head.

Nirvana. I’ve reached it. It’s between Pippa’s legs.

“Do it again,” she coaxes, tilting her hips, dragging friction and arousal down my length.

Oh, fuck. This is too good. My cock aches and I can’t stop from sliding against her again. Her pussy is soaked, warm, coating me in wetness.

“Oh my god,” she moans, staring up at me like I’m a god. “That feels good. So good.”

Power thrums through my blood, and I do it again, sliding my cock through her, against her clit. Her eyes roll back, and my pulse pounds in my ears.

“Like this?” My voice is ragged. I don’t know how long I can do this for. It’s too intense.

“Yes,” she gasps, writhing as I keep stroking against her. “Jamie. Like that. Shit.” Her last curse is in surprise, like she can’t believe it.

“When I finally fuck you, Pippa, I’m going to come so fucking hard inside your tight pussy.” I find a rhythm, stroking myself against her.

I don’t tell her that when I finally fuck her, it’s going to break me. She’ll ruin me. I think she already has.

“I want that,” she gasps out, hips canting to meet mine.

“I want it, too. You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted it for.”

Her nails dig into my back, and pleasure sparks at the base of my spine. Her moans pitch higher, breathier, and her eyes go wider.

“Oh, fuck. Jamie. Please.”

“Please what?” I’m holding on for dear life here as I slide against her again.

“Please fuck me,” she breathes. “I need it, Jamie.”

Her expression is pleading and filled with affection and love.

I love this girl. I’m not ready to tell her, because it feels dangerous and risky, and more than anything, I want what I have with Pippa to last.

I can’t tell her that I love her, but I can show her.

My jaw is tight as I jerk a nod. “Okay.” The word scrapes out like sandpaper. “Yes.”

Finally, fucking finally, I’m going to show Pippa who she belongs to.