Page 10 of The New York Nighthawks, Vol. 2

MARLEIGH

The timing of Clay moving in with me ended up being perfect.

If we’d met sometime over the past few months, then I would have been busy with classes and my internship.

If we’d met in a couple of months, then he would have been gearing up for summer training camp and the preseason.

There was this short sliver of time when neither of us had much to do.

Where we could hang out and get to know each other without the real world interfering.

That was exactly what we’d done for the past twenty-four hours, barely leaving the bed except for quick trips to the bathroom, a couple of showers—that we took together—and to grab food when it was dropped off at the door.

It was the best day of my life, and with how Clay was kissing his way up my leg, I was pretty sure it was about to get even better.

“What’re you doing?”

He flashed me a cocky smile. “If you don’t know yet, then I’ve been doing it wrong.”

“If what you’ve been doing so far is wrong, then I can’t wait for you to show me how it’s done right.” Stretching out an arm, I threaded my fingers through his thick red hair. “Although, I don’t see how that’s even remotely possible.”

“Each time I take you, it gets better, baby.” He nipped at the inside bend of my knee, sending a spark of pleasure through my system.

“True,” I gasped as his tongue slid down the crease of my upper thigh, my hips lifting off the mattress.

He slid his hands under my butt as he murmured, “So maybe what I should have said was that I’d show you how it can be even more right.”

“Oh, goodie. I was hoping you’d say something like that.” I grinned down at him. “Do your best, big shot.”

He tilted his head to the side, quirking a brow. “Big shot?”

“Seems like the perfect nickname to me.” My palm drifted down to squeeze his brawny shoulder. “You’ve already more than proven that you’re big all over.”

“And I sure as fuck have shot a bucketload of come into your tight pussy since I’ve met you.”

I froze at his growled words. Somehow, in the heat of passion, it hadn’t occurred to me that we’d never used protection any of the numerous times we’d had sex.

But any questions I might have asked—like was he really okay with running the risk of getting me pregnant—was swallowed by my moan of pleasure when his tongue swiped between my lower lips.

Then all rational thought fled as he buried his face in my pussy, licking and sucking every drop of my juices.

Pushing my legs wider, he wedged his shoulders between my thighs and ate me like a starving man. It hadn’t been more than a few hours since his mouth had been on my pussy, but he never seemed to get enough of me. Not that I was ever going to complain when he always blew my mind. “So good.”

“And so fucking delicious.” He let out a rumble of satisfaction as he swept his tongue through my wetness. “I’m already addicted to your taste. Can’t get enough of you.”

Heat flared in his green orbs as he licked me from bottom to top, his tongue swirling around my clit. My breath caught in my throat as he lifted me higher, his gaze drifting up my body to meet mine. “I love how wet you get for me, baby.”

My eyes squeezed shut as he continued to devour me with his mouth.

His tongue drove me closer to the edge with every swipe through my folds.

Each flick at my clit made me writhe in need.

Then it dipped inside my entrance at the exact moment when he pinched my sensitive bundle of nerves, and intense pleasure coursed through my body. “Yes! Oh, yes!”

Clay ate me through my release, but he didn’t stop there. Instead, he kept at me, sinking a finger into my tight heat. My inner walls clenched around him. “That’s my good girl. You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh.” I lifted my hips to meet the thrust of his finger as he worked it in and out of my channel.

He added another digit and rasped, “Feel good, baby? Or am I doing better than good?”

“Great,” I panted.

“Let’s see if I can get you to better than great.” He wrapped his fingers around one of my wrists and lifted my hand to my chest. “But I’m gonna need your help. Play with your tits, baby. I want to see you toying with your nipples while you come for me this time.”

It drove me wild when Clay talked dirty in bed.

And out of it. So I didn’t hesitate to do what he instructed.

Playing with one pebbled peak, I lifted my free hand to cup my other breast. Staring at me, Clay’s eyes darkened a shade as I plucked at my nipples while his mouth continued to work me into a frenzy.

“Your tits look even more perfect with your hands on them.” He twisted his wrist to stroke against my G-spot. “Fuck, baby. You’re making my cock so damn hard. I feel like I’m gonna burst any second.”

“Then take me,” I panted, strumming my nipples.

“Not until you come for me again.” He worked another finger into my tightness, pumping them in and out, harder and faster until I flew over the edge again. By the time my shudders subsided, my body was limp and my brain foggy.

I wasn’t sure I could say great again, let alone better than great. So it was a good thing that Clay didn’t ask any questions as he got to his knees and settled between my thighs.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, he murmured, “Pretty sure your screams mean that I reached my goal, but I’d better fuck you hard to make sure. I wouldn’t want to give you any reason to doubt my greatness.”

He punched his hard length balls deep in one forceful thrust. My breasts jiggled as his cock dragged against my inner walls, only to drive back in even harder. “But I want to feel you come around my cock this time.”

He punctuated his growled words with another drive of his hips, pushing me deeper into the mattress as the headboard banged against the wall.

His brutal pace didn’t slow as he lowered his head to claim my mouth in a deep kiss, and I tasted myself on his lips.

I clenched around his dick, and he groaned.

“You’re going to be a good girl and give me what I want. Aren’t you, Marleigh?”

“Uh-huh,” I breathed, lifting up to meet his next thrust.

Circling his hips, he hit a spot deep inside me that had fireworks exploding behind my eyelids.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re turned on.

Your eyes get drugged with passion, and your pupils dilate to the point where they almost eclipse their pretty blue.

The flush of your cheeks sweeps down your chest to your tits.

And your lips get puffy from my kisses, making them even more biteable than usual. ”

I felt the sting of his teeth deep in my core as he nipped at my bottom lip, and my pussy fluttered around his hard length. “Clay, please.”

“Please what, baby?” He stilled with his dick deep inside me. “Please make you come so hard that you’ll milk the come from my cock with every pulse of your pussy?”

“Yes, I’m so close,” I pleaded, lifting my hips off the mattress in an attempt to get him to move again.

“But you can hold on a little longer for me, can’t you?” He slid his hand down my spine to clench my butt. “Give me time to enjoy the feel of your tight pussy around my cock?”

I shook my head, desperate to come. “I—”

He gave me a light tap against my butt cheek, sending a shock wave of pleasure through me. “Nuh-uh. I know you can do it, baby. All I want is a few more thrusts.”

I felt every inch of his hard length as he pulled back before driving forward again. “Oh.”

And a second time. “My.”

Finally, on the third thrust, he anchored himself deep as I gasped, “Gosh.”

My fingers dug into his shoulders as waves of pleasure flowed over my body. Streams of his come jetted from his dick, splashing against my inner walls, and he groaned, “That’s my good girl, giving me exactly what I needed.”

Our mixed releases dripped down my inner thighs when he pulled out and fell onto his back.

Sliding his arm under my shoulders, he pulled me against my chest and brushed a kiss against my temple.

“You keep giving me workouts like that, and I’ll be in the best shape of my life by the time the season starts. ”

I swatted at his shoulder with a soft laugh. “I’m not the one who started that round. It was all you.”

“You’re wrong, baby.” Pressing a finger under my chin, he tilted my head back so he could give me a hard kiss. “You were sprawled on the mattress next to me, completely naked. How was I supposed to resist the temptation you presented?”

I rubbed my cheek against his pec. “I’m not sure, but I think the odds are just as good that you’re going to put us both into a coma instead.”

His broad chest shook with his deep chuckle. “It would be totally worth it, though.”