Page 25 of Half-Court Heat (Hoops & Heartstrings #2)

Chapter

Sixteen

E va backed me into the bathroom and locked the door with a decisive click. The space smelled like citrus cleaner and perfume. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed above us, but neither of us cared.

“I want it now,” she said, her breath hot against my neck. “Turn around.”

I hesitated—not from nerves, but from awe. She was lit from within. Eyes wild, lips parted, her dress riding high on her hips from how fast she’d walked.

“Lex,” she said again, voice dark and low, “I need to feel it. Right now.”

She spun me toward the mirror and pressed her body into my back. Her reflection locked eyes with mine, and her hand slid between us, cupping the bulge through my jeans. “You’re hard for me already,” she rasped, biting my earlobe. “God, that’s so hot.”

I groaned through gritted teeth. “Eva?—”

“I want you to bend me over the sink.”

That undid me. I didn’t know how my legs didn’t buckle.

I turned her around, fast but gentle. The single bathroom sink was narrow, but she braced her arms against the porcelain, legs wide, her body open and ready for me.

I rucked her dress up her hips and swept her panties to the side, watching her glisten. “Jesus,” I breathed.

“You,” she said, breath ragged. “You did this.”

I unbuckled the designer belt she’d insisted I wear and unfastened the top button of my jeans. I moved as if in a trance, because I was—I was completely under her spell. I pulled the zipper down and shimmied my pants low enough that the purple silicone sprang free.

I tugged the thin lace that dared call itself underwear past her hips and thighs and intercepted them before they hit the floor. A nudge of my sneakers against the insides of her stilettos had her spreading her legs farther apart.

I grabbed the dildo by its base and teased the tapered end against her clit and down her slit. I pushed and pulled the toy between her outer lips until evidence of her early arousal coated its length.

Eva whimpered, her hips chasing the pressure.

“Please, baby. Don’t tease.”

I would have done exactly that if not for our surroundings. Instead, I steadied myself with one hand on her hip. The other pressed the silicone toy against her slick entrance.

I tilted my hips forward and slowly entered her, inch by inch. I let out a soft curse as I watched her pussy swallow my strap. The harness fit snug against my clit, delicious pressure right where I needed it. I gripped her hips and canted forward until I was completely buried.

“Oh my God ,” she groaned. “Lex— yes .”

I began to move in short, shallow thrusts until I could slide into her with no resistance.

I picked up the pace and fucked her with deep, steady strokes.

My thighs connected solidly with her backside.

I tried to keep us both from making too much noise, but she was so loud—desperate little whimpers muffled against her own wrist, her ass pressing back into each and every thrust.

Her head dropped, her chin tight against her chest. “Harder,” she commanded. “I know you can fuck me harder than that.”

I obeyed. The bathroom mirror rattled on the wall, and Eva’s breath fogged up the reflective glass. My rhythm deepened, faster, more urgent, the strap rubbing against me with every thrust. I could feel the heat building fast, feel the pressure mounting between us.

My fingers flexed and I dug them a little harder into her hips. “Fuck. You feel so good,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“Pull my hair.”

I stilled. That was definitely off limits. It was a level of consent I hadn’t imagined ever asking.

I swallowed. “Are you sure?”

Her eyes fluttered open, catching mine in the mirror. “Do it. Now, Lex.”

I gingerly wrapped my fingers around her hair, gathering the loose strands like a ponytail. I gave an experimental tug, and her back arched, her head tilting up with a gasp.

I turned my wrist, wrapping the ends of her hair more firmly around my fist. My other hand gripped her hip again as I started moving—deeper, harder, my pace picking up with the rhythm of her breath.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I praised, my voice ragged and my breath unsteady.

Eva whimpered and reached between her legs. Her fingers moved in frantic circles. “I’m close,” she announced. “Fuck, Lex. Don’t stop.”

The way she moaned my name—needy and broken—almost made me come just from the noises alone.

My hips snapped forward, the harness grinding just right, friction building hot and sharp. Her body suddenly locked up under me, and she came with a gasp so loud it echoed off the bathroom tile. We stayed like that, panting, tangled, the strap still inside her, my hands trembling against her waist.

A knock rattled the bathroom door.

“Occupied!” I shouted.

Eva cursed like she suddenly remembered where we were and what we’d just done. “Shit.”

“You’re so much trouble,” I said, kissing the back of her neck.

She lifted her head just enough to meet my eyes in the mirror. “Wait until I get you home.”

The car ride back to the apartment was silent but electric. Eva’s hand stayed curled around mine, her thumb stroking across my knuckles. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d come apart in that bathroom. The heat still lingered in my bones.

Back at the apartment, she didn’t waste time.

Her mouth was on mine before the door even clicked shut. Her hands tugged my shirt over my head, fingers already unbuckling my belt again.

“Bed,” she ordered.

I sat at the bottom of the mattress, watching as she stripped with slow confidence.

That clingy little dress must not have been designer or else she was too far gone to care.

She unwrapped herself and practically flung the offending garment across the bedroom.

Her flimsy underwear hit the floor, and then she was crawling over me and straddling my thighs.

I was still strapped.

“You’re insatiable tonight,” I murmured, eyes roaming her body like I hadn’t spent the evening worshiping it already.

“I didn’t get to ride you yet,” she said simply.

My brain short-circuited.

She leaned in, her full lips brushing mine. “I wanted to do that all night.”

Her hips started to move on my lap, trapping the erect toy between us. I couldn’t see it, but I imagined her grinding against the strap, rubbing her clit against the rigid but pliable material.

Her breath hitched as her lower body continued to undulate against me. “Let me ride you?”

I could only nod, rendered speechless by the erotic show. My hands lowered to steady her hips as she reached between us. She lined me up and sank down in one smooth, glorious slide. Her mouth fell open and the most delicious moan tumbled out.

Her hands braced on my shoulders as she moved, riding me slow, grinding in perfect rhythm. I couldn’t look away. The way her body moved over mine, the flex of her abdomen, the way her breasts bounced, her head thrown back in pleasure—it was unreal.

“You’re so deep,” she moaned. “Lex, yes . Right there.”

My palms skimmed up her torso and behind to her back. I dipped my head to suck her nipple into my mouth. I sealed my lips around the sensitive peak and worshipped her with my tongue and teeth.

She moved her hips in small circles, grinding more forcefully against the strap’s base. I thrust up to meet her—my breath stuttered from the sweet drag against my clit.

“You’re incredible,” I marveled. “Look at you.”

Eva rode me harder, chasing her next orgasm. “I want you to come,” she implored between low moans. “Want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

I gritted my teeth, pleasure curling low and tight in my stomach. “I’m close,” I told her. “Keep going.”

Her hand slid between us again. Fingers rubbed against me, rough and clumsy, but exactly where I needed them. My thighs tensed. I felt myself teetering, every nerve ending strung taut. My head fell back and my hips canted up. The friction, the sight of her, the desperate sounds she made.

I came with a sharp cry. The harness pressed perfectly against me, sending shocks of pleasure rolling through me in hot, endless waves. My stomach clenched. I buried my face in her neck, gasping, half-moan, half-whimper, as it tore through me—deep, consuming, overwhelming.

I somehow remembered to keep moving my hips, to keep meeting her thrust for thrust, even as aftershocks rippled through me.

Her orgasm followed mine, only moments later. She collapsed against my chest as her body shook.

“Lex. Fuck .” She drew out the curse.

My heart took its sweet time slowing down. The rise and fall of Eva’s chest gradually synced with mine.

I tilted her chin and brushed my lips against hers.

“You good?” I asked softly.

“Better than good,” she murmured. “You?”

“I’m not entirely sure I’m still alive.”

My quip earned me a tired laugh. “You’re welcome.”

We were both sticky and slightly overheated, but neither of us moved. I stroked my hand down her back. My fingers traced the curve of her spine. I could feel her body settling, unwinding.

“What got into you tonight?”

She smirked. “Besides you?”

I snorted and buried a laugh in her hair. “Smart ass.”

“I don’t know,” she said after a moment.

“Our conversation the other day—how we’re not normal twenty-two year olds.

I think it bugged me. I think … “ She paused.

“I just wanted to be reckless. For one night. Like a normal twenty-two-year-old. Not Eva Montgomery, walking brand. Not the family-friendly version with the media training and the scheduled appearances and the sponsors to think about.”

“You didn’t seem too conflicted about it,” I observed.

“I wasn’t,” she said quietly. “That’s the thing.

I didn’t feel guilty. I just felt good .

” She trailed her fingertips across the tops of my shoulders, in an absent-minded but loving touch.

“And I think a part of me knew you wouldn’t let me go off the deep end too much. That you would keep us both safe.”

Something clenched sweetly in my chest.

“You are,” I said. “Safe with me.”

She touched gentle fingers to the side of my face. Her honey-brown eyes took all of me in. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah.” I couldn’t manage much more than a whisper. “I love you, too.”

Eva dismounted me with a quiet sound and tumbled onto the bed. “You’re gonna have your girl walking funny tomorrow.”

I shimmied out of the harness, eager to cuddle her with nothing in between us. “I can’t believe I had a hard-on in public.”

She laughed—a warm, body-deep laugh that I loved more than anything.

“Do you think anyone noticed?” I wondered. I got comfortable under the sheets and shifted closer to her, our legs immediately tangling beneath the blankets.

Eva stroked her fingertips over my stomach. Her short nails softly scratched my skin. “I think they noticed when we went to the bathroom and didn’t come back.”

“Oh, God,” I groaned. “Jazz is going to let me have it.”

“I wouldn’t worry about Jazz,” Eva noted. “But you might have turned Rayah’s head.”

“Rayah? Really?”

Eva scoffed. “You didn’t see what I saw—you were chatting it up with Briana. Rayah looked ready to devour you. Why do you think I got up to dance?”

I stroked my chin thoughtfully like a scholar considering an equation. “Huh. So you’re saying I’ve got options.”

Eva made a choking sound. “Oh my God!”

I threw my arms around her waist and pulled her tight against me. I couldn’t hold back my laughter.

“I’m kidding, you know I’m totally kidding,” I said, laughter bubbling up, bright and unstoppable.

Eva swatted my hip. “You play too much.”

Her words were censuring, but she didn’t sound cross.

“Time for sleep, Lex Bennet,” she sing-songed.

I pulled the blanket up higher around us and closed my eyes. My body was still buzzing, but my brain was finally quiet.

Let the group roast me tomorrow.

It was more than worth it.