Page 35 of Red Card (Prescott University #1)

I turn to face her mid-sentence, and her words trail off, her mouth falling open, gaze falling down to my cock. Her rich, warm eyes widen, and she opens her mouth to speak, then closes it, swallowing roughly.

And I’m not going to lie, it’s doing great fucking things to my ego having her look at me like that.

“I think… we might have a bit of an… anatomy problem, Cillian.”

Her eyes are still pinned on my cock, which is hard and thick, bobbing against my abs from the attention and the fact that she’s standing in front of me stark naked.

The rosy pink buds of her nipples are pebbled and pointed, begging to be sucked, and her tits are the perfect handfuls that I want to weigh in my palms. Her waist is the shape of an hourglass, flaring at her hips down to thick thighs and a perfectly bare space between them that makes my fucking mouth water.

She’s a goddamn dream, and she really has no bloody clue.

Rory St. James deserves to be worshipped, and I’m tempted to drop to my knees just to prove I’m worthy of her.

She draws her plump bottom lip between her teeth as she stares at my erection before lifting her gaze to meet mine. Her pupils are blown, flooded with heat I can practically feel as the air between us cackles.

“It’s… huge .”

I chuckle, my brow lifting as I reach for my cock, circling it with my fist and giving it a languid stroke that her eyes follow.

“C’mere,” I rasp. I can’t wait another damn second to touch her.

She takes a slow step forward and stops in front of me, her bare toes touching mine. The still-hot water cascades over both of us now, the heavy droplets clinging to her dark lashes as she peers up at me.

“Do you have any idea how badly I want you right now?” I murmur, watching the delicate column of her throat move as she swallows.

Her head shakes.

“Shall I show you then?”

This is reckless, being here with her when anyone could walk in at any time, but I push down the voice of reason and focus on the heady dose of need coursing through me that only has one specific goal in mind.

Rory.

An all-consuming need that drowns out anything else besides her.

She shakes her head once more, but before I can even ask what… she drops to her knees in front of me on the tile floor, peering up at me through her dark lashes. “I want to show you how bad I want you , Cillian.”

“Rory, you don’t have t—” I start, but her soft hand grips the base of my cock, and the words die on my tongue.

Holding my eyes, she leans forward and swipes her little pink tongue along the slit, capturing the bead of precum at the tip. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. So. Bad. Let me make you feel good.”

Fire-hot arousal slithers down my spine, my stomach coiling tight when she closes her mouth around the head and hollows her cheeks, sucking me deep into her mouth.

Warm, wet heat envelops me and I groan, the feral sound bursting out of my chest.

Bloody fucking Christ.

I’ve never been a religious guy, especially not after everything I’ve been through, but this has me rethinking that decision.

I think if there is a heaven… it’s without question Rory St. James’s mouth.

“Fuck,” I grunt, my jaw tightening and my fingers threading into her hair as she trails her tongue along the thick vein down the length of my cock.

I’ll never last at this rate. I’ve imagined this moment so many times that now I’m fighting for control, the thread fraying until my restraint is left in tatters.

Or maybe it’s just this fucking girl.

“Am… Am I doing it right?” she whispers.

I blink, water dripping from my face as I stare down at her, perched on her knees like the prettiest fucking girl. “Rory, I’m fighting for my bloody life here. I’ve been reciting stats in my head for the last five minutes trying not to come.”

When she giggles, I shake my head and bend, grasping her chin between my fingers, tipping it up. “You’re fucking perfect.”

I can’t stop myself from brushing my lips along hers and kissing her, my tongue sweeping into her mouth and tasting the salty, musky flavor of me lingering.

Possessiveness surges through me, catching me off guard.

Rory pumps her fist on my cock as I kiss her, forcing my attention away from the thought of her being mine and only mine.

I make a noise in the back of my throat, pulling away and standing at full height, my gaze pinned to her as I watch her swirl her tongue on the head of my cock, lapping at it and then sliding my head back in her mouth.

My hips flex instinctively. I use my grip on her hair to guide her mouth up and down the length of my cock. Her nails dig into my thighs when I hit the back of her throat, a ragged groan rumbling from my chest.

“Fuck, Rory.”

I lose the fight of keeping my eyes open to watch my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, my head falling back on my shoulders, my eyes dropping shut as the need to come tugs at my spine, making my entire body hum.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other planted on the tile, are the only things keeping me upright.

My balls tighten, a warning sign that I’m close.

“Baby, I…” I trail off, briefly losing the ability to speak as the head of my cock hits the back of her throat again when she takes me deep, gagging around me.

For fuck’s sake, my vision blurs, black spots dancing behind my eyes.

“I’m coming,” I pant, pulling her off my cock. She stares up at me, a cheeky smile curving her lips, and I groan when she keeps pumping her fist, squeezing me tightly until I come, thick pearly ropes of cum coating her chest, spurt after spurt until I’m completely empty.

Seeing her covered in my cum stirs something awake inside me.

Something slightly feral and unhinged.

I drag two fingers along her chest, gathering the cum that’s dripping down the peak of her taut nipple and bring them to her mouth.

“Tongue out,” I murmur.

Her lips part as her tongue darts out, her heavy-lidded gaze holding mine.

I spread it along her waiting tongue, my dick starting to harden again at the sight of her on her knees with my cum in her mouth and dripping down her tits.

“Now be a good girl, swallow me down. Every drop.”

My cock twitches when heat flares in her eyes, and she closes her mouth and swallows, then licks her lips.

She’s going to bloody kill me, and what a fucking way to go.

Lifting her off her knees, I wrap my arms around her waist and haul her against me, pulling us under the water as I kiss her, slanting my mouth over hers and showing her just how thankful I am for what she just did.

She whimpers against my lips as she lifts on her toes, threading her fingers in my hair.

I’m so fucking lost in her taste, in feeling her hard, pebbled nipples brushing along my chest that it barely registers when she pulls back, gasping.

“The water. Freezing!” Her voice is a squeak as she jumps back out of the spray that’s gone ice cold.

I run hot on a good day, so add in the fact that she’s naked and wet in my arms, I barely noticed. I laugh, reaching to turn the water off.

Rory’s nearly shivering in the corner when I shake my hair, spraying her with water, and she shrieks.

“Stop it, you big idiot!”

I rush toward her, pulling her to me and wrapping my arms tightly around her. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll warm you up.”

She blinks, a slow, sultry smile spreading on her face. Her fingers ghost along my chest. “Then let’s go home and finish what you started.”