Page 26 of Hard Count (Newhouse University #4)

“Yeah. That’s Syd.” Moving behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss down her neck and over her shoulder.

“Who are these guys?”

“That’s Hart, Wyatt, and Koa. And this”—I point to another frame—“is Marco and Enzo. I went to high school with those guys. They are Hart’s girlfriend’s brothers.”

“You’re a close group.”

“We are.”

“He’s the one with Sydney, right?” she asks, pointing at Koa.

“How’d you guess?”

“He’s looking at her and not at the camera like everyone else. I’m also pretty sure his hand is on her back.”

“Huh, I never noticed that before.”

She leans her head back and kisses my chin.

“That’s why you have me. I see everything.

We should get started. I only have two hours until my first class and I still need to stop by my place and change.

” Stepping out of my arms, she climbs onto my bed and sits with her legs crisscrossed.

She sets the timer on her phone before tossing it aside.

“I don’t have anything until after lunch. Are you going to let me walk you to class?”

“That sounds like something my man would do. Come stand in front of me. Close your eyes and clear your head.”

I move as instructed and close my eyes. Clearing my head is another thing. The image of Drew on my bed is burned in my brain. I can’t mentally shift to football with her in my room.

“You’re on the field and Coach wants you to do a comeback route. Call the play just like you would in a real game.”

“I don’t know if this is going to work.”

“Stop complaining and just do it.”

“Hey,” I growl when she smacks my upper thigh. “Fine.” I feel like an idiot as I call the play out loud and pretend to throw the ball down field. “Woman, stop hitting me.”

“Then you need to stop tapping your leg before you take the snap. Take a deep breath and do it again.”

Exhaling a breath, I clear my head and try again.

This time I picture Drew. It’s just the two of us.

She’s alone in the stands watching me down on the field.

It’s like nothing else in the world exists.

Her voice filters through the air as she cheers me on.

I call out the play, step back, and throw the ball down the field.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.” I drag my tongue over my lips.

“What was I doing?”

I open my eyes and move closer to her. She’s leaning back on her hands now. “Watching me. You’re quite the voyeur.”

“I do enjoy watching,” she says. I crawl onto the bed and run my hands up her legs. She hitches them over my hips and strangles me with her thighs until my dick is rubbing against her pussy.

“What else do you enjoy?” I ask, skimming a hand under her shirt.

“I don’t know.” She gasps when I pinch her nipple over her sports bra. “There are things I’ve wanted to try but never felt like I could ask for them.” Her gaze drops and cheeks blush.

“Look at me, baby.” I brush my fingers against her collarbone.

“I’m sorry you felt that way in the past but I’m glad you feel comfortable enough with me,” I say.

Her eyes finally meet mine. “I’m at your mercy.

All you have to do is ask. You don’t even need to ask.

The answer is yes. Tell me what you want. ”

She has no idea the power she holds over me. From the moment I saw her in the bar there has been an undeniable connection between us.

“I have this fantasy,” she says. I like where this is going. “I’m asleep and you come into the bedroom. Then you wake me up slowly with your…dick.” She tortures me by rolling her hips over my cock.

The idea of crawling into bed after an away game and having Drew waiting for me has my dick trying to escape my gym shorts. I clench my hand against her ribs. “How long have you been fantasizing about me?” I ask when I realize she said she thought about me, not some random guy.

She plays with my chain dangling around my neck. It hangs in the small space between us. I’ve noticed she does this sometimes when she’s nervous. If it’s not my necklace, it’s the empty charm bracelet she wears on her wrist.

“For a while,” she says, drawing out the word as if she’s afraid to make the confession.

“Now that you’ve planted this scenario in my head, I’ll be thinking about it for a while . I’ll probably go to bed with my hand on my dick thinking about coming home to you waiting for me.”

“Nash,” she mewls, lifting her hips and grinding her pussy against my erection. Fucking hell, that feels good.

“You really do like that, don’t you? Just hearing me say it makes you hot. Are you wet for me too?” I ask, moving my hand between us and rubbing my finger through her slit over her bike shorts.

“Yes,” she moans. “Nash, please.”

“What do you want, baby?” I push my fingers against her clit. “Are you going to let me get a taste before you go to class?” I glance over at her phone. “Do you think you can come for me in the next twenty minutes?”

She lifts her hips with enough force I’m pushed off her. She starts to shimmy out of her shorts making me laugh. I guess that’s a yes.

“Scoot back. Let me help you.” I whip my shirt off before taking over and helping her remove her shorts and thong and toss them on the floor. “Damn, little fox,” I say, when I finally get a good look at her spread out before me.

The muscles in her thighs flex as I run my hands up to her hips. She stares up at me with hooded eyes. “What are you waiting for?” she asks, closing her legs.

“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to hide my pussy from me.” I spread her legs open even wider than they were before.

“Yours, huh? Last I checked this”—she runs her fingers through her wet slit—“is mine.”

I snatch her wrist and put her fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean.

The tart flavor coats my tongue and it’s what I imagine taking a hit of any drug would feel like.

I surge forward, pressing my full weight on her body.

Her bare skin against mine is too fucking good even through my clothes.

I could come like this if I let myself. It's too easy to lose control with her.

“I don’t think so, little fox. When you get in my bed and agree to take your clothes off, your pussy is mine," I say against her ear, running my fingers between her legs and dip the tip inside her cunt. “If you don’t like something, you tell me, okay?” I ask, sliding my finger deeper inside her.

“Okay,” she breathes. I give her a quick kiss on her lips before moving down her body.

Laying flat on my stomach, I arrange her legs over my shoulders. I position my face as close as I can and graze my hand up and down her side, making sure she’s comfortable and relaxed. The first lick has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Fuck . Twenty minutes isn’t going to be long enough .

Gripping her hips with one hand, I lick lightly against her pussy teasing her.

She whimpers and cries with every pass my tongue makes against her sensitive skin.

I continue to move my tongue, changing up the amount of pressure I apply with each stroke.

Her hips rock and shift as she tries to get my tongue to hit a certain spot.

Alternating between licking through her center and dipping my tongue into her cunt, I keep teasing her until I know she’s right on the edge. I shift my body so I can run my finger back and forth against her pussy while I flick my tongue against her clit.

“Oh god, don’t stop.” She locks her thighs tighter around my head.

“That’s it, baby,” I say when her hips start to buck against my face.

Pushing two fingers inside her, I flick my tongue faster against her clit.

She digs her heels into my back and pushes her pussy further into my face.

Alternating between licking and sucking on her clit, I move my fingers faster over her g-spot.

“Nash. Oh god,” she cries as her back bows and her legs begin to tremble. I continue to brush my tongue up and down her slit as she rides out her orgasm. I wish I had time to give her another one. I could spend all day between her legs.

I kiss her thigh before laying down beside her and pulling her against my chest. She wraps her arms around my waist and leans her head back to kiss me. The alarm on her phone goes off and she groans against my lips, making me laugh. “ Come on, let’s get you home so you can make your class on time.”

“I don’t want to go.” She pouts.

“I don’t want you to go either, but I have a key to get made.” I kiss her one more time before sliding off the bed and grabbing her clothes for her.