Page 44 of Drop Shot (On the Court #2)

ELIAS

That yes is all I need to hear. I pick her up and set her on the bathroom counter, spreading her thighs so there’s enough room for me to stand between them and kiss her.

This girl.

This crazy, clever girl—how could she possibly think I’d change my mind when it comes to her? I don’t know how I didn’t realize before that she’s my dream girl.

Fuck, she’s not even the just the dream—she’s the reality, she’s the one . I know it in my soul, as sure as I know tennis is my passion. I have no doubts, no questions when it comes to her.

Her mouth moves beneath mine. It’s an effortless dance between us.

I’ve always enjoyed kissing in the past, considered myself a bit of an expert, but I realize now that all my previous kisses pale in comparison to kissing Whimsy.

We fit together seamlessly like this girl was fucking made for me.

Maybe she was for all I know. The universe’s gift to me and only me.

“God, Whim.” I kiss my way down her neck.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” I wrap my fingers lightly around her throat and push her head back, giving me better access to the top of her left shoulder, where her giant t-shirt has fallen off the side to expose bare skin.

Her eyes are hazy and lust-filled as she watches me.

“I think I’ve been waiting my whole life for you and I didn’t even know it.

Fuck, you were right in front of me for years and I didn’t even notice.

Please, baby”—I kiss her jaw— “forgive me for not noticing sooner.”

“I-I forgive you,” she stutters.

“I want to be good enough for you,” I confess, sliding my hand that’s not on her throat down her side, to settle on her hip. She arches against me and gasps when she finds my cock hard and aching against my swim shorts.

“You are,” she breathes shakily.

I shake my head. “Not yet, but I will be. Can I take this off you?” I tug on the bottom of her t-shirt.

She nods eagerly and I waste no time in ridding her of the holey garment. To think she was hiding this fucking sinful bikini under it.

“I love this,” I admit, tugging on the small opening between her breasts where the bikini top is laced together. “Just about damn near came in my pants when you took your shirt off at the pool. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get a hard-on in a fucking public pool?”

She pants out, “You were hard?”

“Babe, I’m still hard.”

She wiggles against my erection. “This is the same one from then?” I nod and groan when she reaches out and grabs me over my shorts. “Poor baby,” she croons. “Are you going to let me take care of this for you?”

Holy fucking shit.

Gone is shy, stuttering Whimsy and in her place is a complete seductress, oozing with confidence.

It’s the wrong time to think this, but I hate every other guy from her past who’s gotten to see her like this.

Seriously, fuck them. But I’ll make sure I’m the last one who sees her like this, so I guess that makes me the real winner.

She pushes my chest, and I stumble into the wall behind me.

Hopping down from the counter, she holds eye contact as she drops to her knees.

Oh, fuck .

I didn’t think it was possible for my dick to get any harder, but somehow it does.

“You don’t have to do this,” I tell her. As badly as I want those lush pink lips wrapped around my cock, I don’t like the idea of her feeling obligated.

She rolls her eyes and reaches up, hands on my stomach. My muscles contract at her touch and she grins. Who knew a little siren was hiding under that shyness?

“I only do things I want to do,” she says, and pulls my swim shorts down. My dick damn near slaps her in the face and she laughs, wrapping a hand around the base and stroking me up and down. “That wasn’t nice. Tell this thing to behave.”

“Trust me, I’m trying,” I grit out from between clenched teeth, and praying I don’t embarrass myself, and come all over her face before she’s even put her mouth on me.

She laughs, her breath fluttering across the tip.

“Whim,” I warn. “I’m close already.”

“Aw,” she says in a mocking tone, jutting out her bottom lip. “Poor baby. I better take care of that for you, huh?”

“Please.”

She pumps her hand up and down on the length of my cock before she wraps those gloriously full lips around the tip.

“Fuuuck,” I drawl, the back of my head bumping against the wall behind me.

She laughs around my dick and I explode like a fucking amateur.

“Shit,” I curse. “Oh, fuck. Baby, I’m so sorry.”

She’s still laughing after she’s swallowed my cum and wiped the corner of her lip.

“That’s got to be a record as far as my blow job skills go, so I’m taking it as win.”

With a groan, I cover my face. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be.” She stands, fingers grazing my abs. “It was hot. I like knowing you’re that turned on by me.”

Her body is flush with mine and it’s nearly too much for me to handle.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

Wiggling her hips, she shimmies out of her shorts so she’s only in her bikini top and bottoms. Reaching out, I grab those taunting strings in the middle and undo them, watching the piece of fabric part to reveal her gorgeous round tits.

A groan rips out of me.

“It’s so fucking unfair how gorgeous you are.”

She smiles as I palm her ass and lower my head, kissing her long and slow.

I’ve already come, so there’s no point in rushing. This is actually better. I can take my time with her.

I push her bottoms down and she steps out of them. After her bikini top has joined our mess on the floor, I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. My dick is hard again already, barely having gone soft, and bounces between her ass cheeks.

Maybe I was lying to myself when I thought I’d be able to take my time with her.

Carrying her out of the bathroom, I don’t let her down until I drop her on the bed.

I’m over her in an instant. Her hands skim over my bare back, until she reaches my hair, and tugs on the curly strands. My mouth finds her and the kiss is a wild, tangled thing where I’m not sure where one of us ends and the other begins.

I’ve been dreaming of this moment—hoping this woman deemed me worthy of giving a chance. I’m so fucking lucky.

Skimming a hand down her thigh, I grip her knee and push her leg up slightly.

She gasps as her dripping wet pussy brushes against my cock.

“Elias.” My name is a whine, a plea, maybe even a prayer.

“Not yet,” I say through clenched teeth.

Please, God, I know I’ve never prayed to you before but I’m begging you don’t let me embarrass myself and come again too early.

She whimpers, her voice breathy when she says, “Then please do something.”

Chuckling, I slide my way down her body and spread both her legs.

“Look how wet you are,” I croon. “All this for me? I’m so fucking lucky, Whim. My sweet, Clever Girl.”

“Shut up and put your mouth to work,” she begs.

I grin up at her. I like this bossy side of her. “Yes, ma’am.”

She’s so fucking wet that I slide two fingers easily inside of her pussy. Curling them into her, I pump slowly and lick at her clit. It’s not long before she’s a writhing mess beneath me, hands fisting the sheets and nearly pulling them off the mattress.

She comes hard and quick, her body quaking.

Climbing back up her body, I kiss her again and let my mouth drift over to her ear. “Do you taste how sweet you are, baby? You’re the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m never going to get tired of taking care of this perfect pussy every day for the rest of my life.”

“Then please, for the love of God, fuck me.”

I chuckle and reach for a condom in the nightstand drawer. I’ve been stashing them somewhere in our room since France. Even when I was hurt at her turning me down for wanting something real, deep down I knew we were inevitable, and I just had to give her time.

She takes the condom wrapper from me—I guess I’m being too slow for her—and rips it open. She fixes the latex onto my cock.

“Come on, now.” She makes a hurry up gesture. “I want to see what all the fuss is about.”

My whole body shakes with laughter. “Whimsy, have you been reading gossip articles about me?”

Her cheeks pinken. “Not recently.”

I shake my head. “You’re so fucking cute.”

Grabbing the base of my cock, I press slowly into her. Just the tip at first. I’m in awe at the way her eyes widen, pupils blowing wide.

“Whimsy, baby.” I grit out through my teeth. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“It’s not my pussy’s fault that your dick is so big,” she groans.

God, this woman. I didn’t imagine the first time I got to put my cock in her that she’d be making me laugh. She’s full of surprises.

“That might be the best compliment I’ve ever received.”

She rolls her eyes and then gasps when I push further into her another inch. “Pretend I didn’t say it,” she gasps. “Your ego doesn’t need to be fed.”

“Too late.”

I push in all the way and silence her scream with a kiss.

Holy fuck. Being inside her feels different than it has in the past, like her body was made for me and I’m finally home.

She bites her lip and her fingers are shaky where she holds my biceps. “Go slow, please,” she whimpers. “I need to get used to your size.”

“You’re stroking my ego again,” I warn her.

“Mm,” she hums, closing her eyes. She takes deep, even breaths. “It’s been a while. Tell your ego to calm down.”

“Impossible.” I take a breath. “What can I do to help?”

“Just be patient.”

It shouldn’t be too hard of a task, but when she starts wiggling on my cock when I’m halfway in, I have to grind my teeth together not to slide home.

When I’m fully seated inside her, her nose scrunches adorably and she takes several slow deep breaths.

Wetting her lips, she looks up at me with those big gorgeous blue eyes. “I’m feeling better.”

I nearly collapse on top of her in relief at those words.

Holding her hips, I keep her still as I ease out and back in. I take it slow even though it’s killing me. She grips my forearms for support, her eyes never wavering from mine.

After a moment, she says, “More. I can take it.”

“Fuck,” I groan. I don’t know if I can take more. Her sweet pussy is squeezing my dick in a way I’m not sure I’ll last.

I give my girl what she’s asked for though, because I don’t think I’m capable of denying her.

I haven’t paid enough attention to her perfect tits yet. Lowering my head, I suck first one nipple and then the other into my mouth until they’re both stiff peaks.

From the way she wiggles against me, I can tell she likes that.

Rising up, my thumb finds her clit. She gasps at the first touch. Rubbing at the sensitive nub, it doesn’t take long until she’s falling apart around me.

“Elias,” she gasps my name, fingers sliding against my abs.

Her moans are music to my ears. She sounds better than I could’ve ever imagined.

Pulling out of her, I flip her onto her stomach and grab her hips until she’s propped on her knees with her chest flat to the bed. Thrusting back into her, she cries out and grabs for the pillow.

“Holy fuck,” she gasps out, rocking her hips back to meet every thrust.

Massaging the globes of her perfect ass, I bring my right hand down on one cheek. She shudders and her pussy gets even wetter.

“Did you just spank me?” she gasps out.

“Yes. Did you not like it?” I challenge her to lie me, because I can tell from the way her body responded that she did.

“No, I did.”

I slap her other cheek, then massage the reddened skin. She moans into the pillow, clutching it to her chest.

Reaching around her, I let my fingers find her clit again. I’m so fucking close and I want her to come again. I owe her after I unexpectedly came in her mouth.

I work my fingers against her as she meets me thrust for thrust. When she comes apart again it’s nearly too much for me.

Pulling out of her, I rip the condom off and pump my cock in my hand until I explode all over her perfect ass.

“Fuck, Whimsy,” I murmur, collapsing beside her and letting my lips find her neck. “That was…”

“Yeah,” she finishes for me, looking at me with a sated smile.

“Shower?” I ask a few minutes later when we’ve both caught our breath.

“Definitely.”

Scooping her up, I toss her over my shoulder and carry her into the bathroom.

Her giggles have my own laughter bubbling out of me.

Turning the shower on, I set her down and make quick work of washing her body.

“I think you like feeling me up,” she laughs when I pay a little too much attention to soaping her breasts.

“You have no idea, baby.”

When we’re both clean we dry each other off before getting back in bed.

It’s strange, because we’ve been sleeping in the same bed for months now, but the way she curls her naked body against mine and instantly falls asleep feels different than it has before.

I realize as I’m finally drifting off to sleep it’s because I’ve never slept in the same bed with a woman after we’ve had sex. I always leave or she does.

But not this time, and never again, because I have no plans of letting Whimsy go.