Page 44 of The Surprise Play (Nolan U Football #3)

ELIZABETH

Playing Madden with Wily was so much fun.

I mean, I thought it might be, but I really got into it.

And I think Wily was stoked by how much I enjoyed playing “the best video game ever invented.”

“You really are all about football, aren’t you?” I hand him my controller and enjoy the view as he pads across his room, still totally naked, and dumps both of them onto the floor.

“It is the only game, Satch.”

I grin when he turns to face me. “You do know there are other sports, right?”

“Really? I hadn’t heard that. Are you totally sure?”

“Pretty sure,” I play along with his teasing, fighting a laugh as he saunters back toward the bed.

It’s impossible not to stare.

He really is the finest specimen I have ever seen.

Pausing at the end of the bed, he crosses his arms, showing off his biceps while I lose the ability to think coherently .

“You keep looking at me like that and I just might have to have you again,” he warns.

“Oh really?” I smirk, then lick the side of my mouth and boldly drink him in like I’m parched.

With a playful growl, he pounces onto the bed, and I let out a squeal, laughing when he tugs me down and rolls over top of me. Peppering my face with kisses, he then stops to brush the tip of his nose across mine and check, “You sure? You’re not too sore or anything?”

Oh my gosh, he’s so sweet.

“I think I’ll be okay,” I murmur, not really sure if it’ll hurt until he goes back down there again.

“Well…” He presses his lips to mine. “If it does, you just let me know and I’ll kiss it better for you.”

I snicker. “Down there?”

“Ye-ah.” He draws out the word, his eyes starting to sparkle. “I’d love to kiss you down there.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” I laugh, but the sound quickly disappears when I see that he’s completely serious.

I swallow, wondering what that feels like.

I mean, I know people do that. I even know the scientific term for it—cunnilingus. And if I go down on him, that’d be fellatio.

Both words sound kind of gross to me, but… I wonder what it’d feel like.

Wily’s lips twitch, his tongue darting out the corner of his mouth before he rolls off me, flicking the duvet away and silently asking me if I want to try.

“Ummm.” My nose wrinkles. “I don’t know if I’ll like it.”

Splaying his hand over my stomach, he rubs a slow circle and kisses my shoulder. “It’s okay if you don’t, baby. I’ll just stop.”

Biting my lips together, I give him a tentative nod, rising up on my elbows to watch him settle between my legs.

He kisses just above my pubic hair line before looking up at me with hooded eyes.

His blue gaze sparkles with affection, and then his tongue darts out, licking my clit and making me gasp.

Okay, so that’s new.

He watches me for a second and I nod, closing my eyes and losing myself in this new sensation.

“Mmmm.” I can’t stop myself from moaning when he flattens his tongue over my sensitive spot. Tipping my head back, I fist the sheet beneath me and fight for air as he keeps going, keeps licking, keeps tearing me apart with his delicate touch.

By the time his finger slips inside me, I’m crying out to the ceiling, unable to help myself as he sends me out to space with a rocketing orgasm that shakes my whole body.

“Good girl,” he purrs as I buck my hips and whimper into the back of my hand. “You like that?”

“Uh-huh,” I squeak, my chest heaving.

He crawls back up my body with a grin, sucking my nipples one at a time before nuzzling into my neck.

I pull him over me, relishing his weight as we sink into the mattress together.

This man.

Unbelievable!

He feels so good, and… I should really return the favor .

I swallow, not sure how I feel about that, but politeness dictates that I really should, right?

“Did you, um… want me to… kiss you? I mean, down there?”

He grins, I can feel his smile forming against my shoulder. “When you’re ready, Satch. And not before then.”

“But… what about you? I mean, don’t you deserve an orgasm too? I want you to be happy.”

His head pops up so he can look me in the eye. Brushing his finger down my cheek, he gives me another one of those affectionate smiles. “Watching you come makes me very happy.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It’s fucking sexy, and knowing I can do that to you makes me triumphant, baby. I don’t need you to do anything else for me tonight but stay.”

A warm buzz tingles through my chest. “You want me to stay all night?”

He kisses my lips—a delicate, tender peck—before whispering, “I want you to say all night.”

So that’s what I do.

It’s really not a hard decision.

In fact, it was a no-brainer.

As soon as he rolled me to my side and nestled in behind me, I was in heaven. His big arm came around me, tucking under my right breast before he scooted forward and curled his body around mine.

Who knew spooning could be the most comfortable way to sleep?

But we did.

We totally drifted off, holding each other tight, and I didn’t wake until light filtered between the cracks in his curtains.

It was the craziest moment, coming to and realizing I was still lying beside Wily.

He’s snoring behind me, just a soft rumble. The air spurting out of his nose hits my naked shoulder, and I smile against the pillow.

This is too incredible for words!

I just had the best night of my life. And it’s all because of him.

Closing my eyes, I let out a sated breath, my insides tingling as I wonder how we’ll spend our day. Wily doesn’t have any football commitments, I don’t think, and we might have to squish in some studying, but other than that… we can do what we like.

Me? I wouldn’t mind staying naked, eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed while playing Madden , watching movies, talking and?—

My phone starts buzzing and I wince, my head popping off the pillow as I search for it.

Must be in my jacket pocket.

Still wincing, I lift Wily’s deadweight arm from around my body, hoping not to disturb him. Rustling around in my coat pocket, I pull it out and see it’s a video call from my parents.

I should just let it ring and call them back later, but what if they phone when I’m in the middle of…

My cheeks flare red, and I decide to quickly get the call out of the way now.

Snatching Wily’s massive hoodie off the floor, I pull it on and slip out of the room.

Thankfully, he’s really tall, so the hoodie comes down mid-thigh and fits me just right around my butt. It’s like wearing a dress, and I tug on the sides as I try to find a quiet space upstairs. I notice an open doorway and slip into what looks to be a guest room.

There’s nothing personal on the walls, so I assume it’s free and walk into the room, swinging the door shut behind me.

I end up missing the call and decide to play it safe and call them back with audio only. Putting it on speaker, I turn the volume down and hold the phone near my mouth.

“Hey, Mom.” I try to sound as normal as I can, even though there’s this giddy giggle bubbling in my stomach, threatening to burst out and give me away.

“Hello, my lovely,” Dad calls. “How’s my girl?”

Warm affection fills me as I respond, “Hey, Dad. I’m great. How are you?”

“I’ve been a busy boy. Working long hours at the diner, but we’ve finally found ourselves a new chef, so that’s exciting.”

“Oh, wow, that’s great.” I’m trying to keep my voice down, but it’s hard when he’s talking so loudly into the phone. I don’t know what it is about my parents, but when it comes to technology, they think the volume with which you speak plays a key role in how well it’ll work. “You must be relieved.”

“I’m still sad to see Ralph go, but happy to find a replacement.”

“This girl’s a real firecracker,” Mom tells me. “She’ll have the kitchen running like a well-oiled machine.”

“That’s so good, you guys. I know it’s been weighing on you, so I’m so glad it’s worked out smoothly. ”

“How about you? What have you been up to?” Dad asks.

Oh, you know, just having sex for the first time. Multiple orgasms. Showers. Sleeping naked. My world’s been blown wide open in all the best ways by a man you don’t even know exists.

I bite my lip, wondering how I’m supposed to tell them any of this stuff.

I take the chicken’s way out and settle for the safest option. “Working, studying. You know how it is.”

“Oh, Bessie Boo, you work too hard,” Dad tells me off in that soft way of his.

“You can talk.” I laugh. “You work all the time.”

“Now that’s not true. I’m not working right this minute.”

“And neither am I.”

He laughs, and Mom talks over him. “Well, you won’t be working next weekend either. You have to promise me that you won’t be bringing any studying home with you. I want you to have your birthday off. Celebration time only.”

“Birthday?” a deep voice says from the door. “It’s your birthday next weekend? Why didn’t you tell me?”

I spin around with a gasp, my eyes bulging as I take in Wily standing there in nothing but those low-slung sweats of his.

My lady parts start dancing without my say-so as he saunters into the room and asks, “Who are you talking to?”

At the same time, my parents ask, “Who’s that?”