Page 57 of The Game Plan
Reese was glad it was before the big game, though. The tension waskilling him,and he really needed to focus on the game.
Sutton ended up being the distraction you didn’t want.
But Reese was totally okay with it.
“Oh, hello,” Sutton whispered, interrupting his thoughts. She looked up at him with sleepy eyes, the blue grayer in the morning darkness.
“Good morning,” he said, dropping a kiss on her forehead.
“Is it morning already?” she asked, shifting a little to look out the giant windows of his bedroom. She pointed to the glass. “Do those have curtains?”
He chuckled. “They do, but I rarely close them.”
“Why not?”
He motioned to the skyline of downtown Knoxville—the city bathed in pink light. The penthouse was high enough off the ground that he didn’t have anyone peeking into his bedroom, or at least not as far as he knew.
“Because look at that view.” He slipped from the bed and padded over to the window. “Why would you want to cover that up?”
He turned to look at her and was surprised by the heat in her eyes. “What?”
“I have to say, you look damn good in sweatpants,” she said, slipping from the bed to join him by the window. She wore his favorite vintage Knoxville Kings shirt and a pair of his boxers; the scrap of lace she arrived in was lost somewhere in the aftermath of last night.
“You’re not shocked?” he asked, a grin kicking up one side of his lips.
“I’m not sure why, though. Maybe because I’ve imagined you this way a few times since that day.”
Reese felt his cock stir at those words. “You’ve imagined me in sweatpants?”
“Maybe,” she replied, pink tinging her cheeks. “I couldn’t help it after Izzy said it. And after what happened that day… it was impossible not to.”
She placed a hand on his chest, the digits warm against his body.
“You are a beautiful man,” she whispered, tracing his chest with her fingers. She ran a nail over his nipple, and he twitched.She glanced up at him, but he remained still, waiting for her to explore.
“Thank you,” he replied, a grin kicking up the side of his lips.
She giggled nervously, her hands lingering on the waistband of his sweatpants.
He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, as they had collapsed into bed as soon as they were done with their shower.
His dick pressed against the thick fabric as it hardened further, and a shiver slid down his spine when she slipped her hand beneath the pants.
At the first touch of her fingers, a curse escaped, the firm pressure on his cock as she wrapped her hand around him, heat pooling in his groin.
She started slowly—caressing his shaft with leisurely strokes, rubbing her thumb of the head when she got to the top.
He jumped when she cupped his balls through the sweatpants, the rough fabric on his skin more erotic with her hands on both sides of it.
After another minute of this delightful torture, Sutton sank to her knees, taking the pants with her as she did—releasing him to her gaze.
His cock twitched under her perusal, and he released a deep breath when she enveloped him with her mouth, taking him deep. He placed his hands on her head, gently entwining his fingers in her hair as she moved on him.
She sucked him deep, then pulled away, and goosebumps rushed over his arms as the cool air hit his wet shaft. Taking him back into her mouth, she pumped the bottom of his cock as her lips moved on him.
A small gagging sound came from her when she took him as deep as she could, and he almost came in her throat. Reese had never had anyone attempt to take his full length before, even though he was an average size.
Increasing her speed, Reese threw his head back, his fingers in her hair tightening as she drove his desire higher with each stroke of her mouth. She pulled back and ran her tongue over his head, dipping down to tease the veins on the bottom of his cock.