Page 27 of No Shot (The Toronto Tundra #2)

She nods in agreement, still pushing her back against my chest, rocking her hips for relief. “ Patience,” I whisper into her skin before pulling out.

Her whine makes me smile. I love seeing her desperate like this for me.

She spins her body, eyeing me with a deathly glare.

She reaches around her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor.

Her tits are on full display, soft blush nipples distracting me from my goal.

It ’ s a battle of restraint, and I just know I ’ m going to lose.

I don ’ t move, but I sure as hell take her in. I can ’ t let her see how close I am to cracking. “ Say I ’ m in charge.” It comes out less controlled than I ’ d like, but I ’ m two seconds away from being at her will. Something tells me she ’ s close to giving in as well.

She slowly shakes her head, but there ’ s a flicker of doubt in her eyes. Her skin flushes under my gaze, her thighs clenching together. She ’ s as desperate as I am, and it gives me the strength to hold off.

“ Say it, Bridgette, and I ’ ll give you what you want.” Her breath hitches. She likes being commanded like this, and I ’ m reinvigorated. It ’ s in her nature to take control. She fights for it, but deep down, it turns her on to be bossed around. “ Get on the bed and spread your legs.”

She hesitates for a moment before doing as she ’ s told.

I approach her slowly, admiring how good she looks splayed out in my bed, waiting for me.

I grab a condom, peeling it on as I continue forward.

As I line myself up, she anticipates me, staring down at where we ’ re nearly connected, her stomach clenching.

The second I push into her, every last racing thought fades away. She sucks in a breath, turning her head to the side, and I still my body. “ You okay?”

She nods her head, mumbling something that I think sounds like uh-uh. I lean forward, gently lifting her chin to meet my eyes.

“ Bridgette, am I hurting you?” I try to withhold the panic in my tone, starting to pull out. She frantically shakes her head no, grabbing my flexed forearm to keep me in place.

“ No, please.” I pause again, half buried in her.

“ It feels too good,” she admits on a whine, her hips moving on their own to take me deeper.

Fuck that feels good. I stay still, letting her use me until she ’ s grinding her hips back and forth fucking herself.

I lean my torso back, watching her work, my mind reeling at the lifetime of spank bank material playing out in front of me.

Her frustrated sigh when I make no effort to help her, is the cutest fucking thing I ’ ve ever seen.

I grab her waist, carefully flipping us so that I ’ m lying on the bed, with her straddling me.

She ’ s unsure at first, watching my cues, but when I pull her hips down, spearing her on my cock, she moans loud enough for our neighbors to hear, her eyes rolling back.

Bri lifts her body up before slamming back down on me, letting me feel how fucking exhilirating it is to be buried deep in her pussy. Her hips swirl, body rocking forwards until her clit starts rubbing against my pelvis, and I just watch.

Watch her face contort to one of full pleasure. Watch her take exactly what she needs. Watch her use my body to chase her own high and it ’ s the best damn thing I ’ ve seen.

“ You ’ re doing so good, Bridgette.” I love being in control, but seeing her like this? All bets are off.

I can think of nothing but how incredible her body feels.

I toy with her plump tits as they bounce in front of me.

Rolling one nipple between my fingers, she bites down on her luscious bottom lip.

I ’ m jealous I ’ m not the one nipping at it, but I make myself useful, bringing my other hand down to where we ’ re connected.

It ’ s almost too easy to find her swollen clit, and I take my time rubbing torturous circles. She speeds up her pace, as if that will have any impact on me taking my time to wind her up. “ Faster,” she instructs, but I tsk at her, only slowing my pace.

“ Please!” She calls out in a desperate plea. I remove my finger, and she whimpers again, pouting at me. The corner of my mouth tugs up at the frustrated face of the sexiest girl I ’ ve ever had in my bed.

I lick my thumb and bring it back down to where she wants it most, picking up my pace.

“ Yes,” she screams, no shame in how loud she ’ s being. Her movements are getting more erratic, eyes squeezing shut as she clutches onto her tits. “ Penn,” she moans, and I move my finger faster, making sure to push up into her harder each time she slams down on me.

“ Penn, Penn. Penn!” she screams, bucking wildly above me, until her chest comes crashing down on top of mine.

“ Fuck, do you know what that does to me when you scream my name like that?”She ’ s breathing into my neck, slowly riding out her orgasm as I take over.

I ’ m precise with my movements, driving long, deep strokes into her perfect pussy until I bottom out.

She doesn ’ t respond, but her body moves with mine, lips starting to suck, before her teeth drag a pathway to my collarbone. “ Makes me want to keep you.”

She clenches around me, a vice grip on my cock as soon as the words leave my mouth, and I groan.

Her gasp eggs me on when my dick brushes against the spot that ’ s all too easy to hit at this angle.

One final pump and she falls apart again, this time, I follow her down, spilling into the condom and wrapping my arms around her body.

“ Damn, you ’ re incredible,” I whisper against her skin, loving the way it feels to have her so close to me. Our bodies so intertwined. After a moment, she lifts her head, rising out of my grasp.

I lean in for a kiss, but she turns her head.

“ Thanks for, uh, that,” she says, climbing off of me, standing up to collect her clothes like she did last time. What the hell?

“ Not so fast.” I pull her back down until she ’ s sitting on the end of the bed. “ Ever heard of aftercare?”

“ I don ’ t do aftercare,” she says it so firmly, it ’ s hard not to take offense. She ’ s not some girl I ’ m going to fuck and let walk out again. I said I wanted to spend the night with her, and I meant it.

“ Well, I do, so prepare to be wooed.” She rolls her eyes, and honestly, if it gets her to stop grabbing her clothes from the floor, I ’ ll take what I can get. “ Now, I ’ m going into the bathroom. Promise me you won ’ t scramble out in the forty seconds I ’ m gone?”

“ I ’ ll make no such promise.” I shake my head, hauling ass out of the room, because there ’ s an eighty percent chance she ’ ll dart and I ’ d rather hedge my bets. I ’ m back in a flash.

“ Boom. Toothbrush, hairbrush, hair tie, t-shirt, and…” I toss them next to her as I rail them off, before making a drumroll motion with my hands. “ Sweatpants.”

“ Penn?”

“ Yeah?” I reply hopefully.

“ Why do you have nightlights plugged into every outlet?” Shit . Think of something, man.

“ Uh, I kept bumping into things in the night?” The end comes out unsure, and I kick myself internally. Nice one, idiot. She stares at me, neither amused nor upset, just… I don ’ t know… confused? Or she knows I ’ m full of shit and is trying to be polite about it.

I sigh. “ I got them in case you decided to stay over.” Saying it out loud feels a little too vulnerable, divulging far too much about all the times I ’ ve thought of this.

“‘ Cus you know, I hoped maybe one day you ’ d want to suck my dick, and what if you got spooked by your own shadow and never made it here? Would be a tragedy, so you know, light the path?” I awkwardly motion to my crotch.

Worst save of the century. What happened to my game, you ask? The fuck do I know? I feel like an awkward teenager shooting his shot at the brilliant girl who ’ s way out of his league.

“ Come on, Soup. Stay. We can watch a movie, or order food, or cuddle?”

“ I don ’ t cuddle.” Course she doesn ’ t. I smirk at how quickly she felt like clarifying that.

“ Okay. I do remember offering other options…”

“ I ’ m tired.” I try to swallow my disappointment.

I nod. “ I ’ ll walk you back home,” I say, pulling on a pair of boxers and sweatpants.

It ’ s like she can sense that I ’ m a little kid who just dropped his ice cream cone in the dirt. “ Well, I guess I can stay.”

I dive bomb into bed behind her, pulling her body close. “ Good, ‘ cus I fucking love cuddling.” She wiggles out of my grasp to throw on my t-shirt.

“ Penn. This—” She motions between us.

“ Is awesome?” I supply for her, because it fucking is. She tilts her head and gives me her best ‘ I ’ m disappointed in you look. ’ It ’ s like she ’ s lecturing a child, not a sex-god professional athlete. God, she ’ d be such a milf.

“ Seriously, me staying doesn ’ t change anything. This is casual, okay? Just two friends who hooked up.”

“ It doesn ’ t have to mean anything,” I assure her.

Except it does.

Because it ’ s something I ’ ve been dying to do since the last time we were together.

And it ’ s the only thing I ’ m going to be thinking about until I see her again.

When I wake up in the night to take a leak, the bed is empty. I shouldn ’ t be surprised; she ’ s a slippery one who refuses to let me in.

But I don ’ t give up easily.

And she ’ s my new favorite hobby.