Page 33 of Under the Lights (The Big Boys of BRU #2)

Twenty Seven

Dom

With classes officially underway, all the freshman nonsense to navigate, and the season kicking off, I was more than a little swamped.

It took me longer to adjust than I’d expected — my body wasn’t exactly thrilled about the extra training, either.

I’d wanted to go back to Sierra’s room the very next night, craving a repeat of that rush — the thrill of the forbidden — even if she’d technically given me permission.

That first time had been a serious gamble, but I knew it would pay off the second I heard what she told my sister.

If she ever found out I’d been eavesdropping on their little girl’s night, she’d have my balls. But holy hell, that conversation had been a gold mine.

Standing under that balcony in the dark, my mind kept flashing back to our first night — how unsure she’d been, how she’d pulled back like she didn’t want to want me.

“If you were my girl, I’d never fucking leave this pussy. I’d be fucking you every chance I get, waking you up with my cock every morning. I’d live in this delicious little fuckhole.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

“You’d want that? Me fucking you in your sleep? Just take you without asking?”

And then … that pause. That sharp inhale before she told Ella “No comment” when asked if she wanted her brother.

No comment .

That wasn’t a ’no’. That was a door cracked open, just enough light slipping through to make me fucking greedy.

Well, she was my girl now — as far as I was concerned — and she’d merely reconfirmed that this was something she’d be into. Silver fucking platter .

Honestly, I probably would’ve gotten myself off right then and there, up against the house wall, if my sister hadn’t started talking.

The second I caught on to where her story was headed, I bailed. That was not something I needed haunting my brain.

This first experience of living out both of our fantasies had been perfect. But this perfection only fueled my greed. The obsessive part of my brain had sunk its teeth in deep, like a shark that’d smelled blood in the water, circling closer, hungrier by the second.

Once again, my whole mood was revolving around Sierra, which meant I needed to find a way to fix this — permanently.

In the long run, it wouldn’t do to have to maneuver around all this everyday bullshit to steal one night to merely keep my infatuation from starving, merely manage this hunger.

No, I was gunning for more. I wanted to feed my obsession every single day.

So I’d bombarded her with texts, trying to pry open that tiny crack in her armor and wedge myself in. We saw each other constantly. Our schedules ran parallel, brushing up against each other like live wires with nowhere to ground out.

I walked her to class whenever I could. Swung by her place after late practices. Found excuses to be where she was, even if it meant pretending to run into her at the exact moment she came out of the gym, sweat-slicked and dead on her feet.

I was always around — but never at the right time.

Her season had started, and while I was laser-focused on proving I deserved my starting spot, this was Sierra’s final regular college season.

She still hadn’t said it out loud, but the way she threw herself into training spoke volumes. I’d bet everything that she wants to go pro. She just didn’t want to admit it yet, not even to herself.

But I saw it. I saw all of her. And I wanted to be the one who stood beside her when she got there.

I wanted to be the one who kept her sane. Anchored her. Ravaged her when she needed to feel something real.

But we hadn’t even kissed again. Not properly. Not since that night, and I was slowly starting to lose my mind.

My first college game was right in front of me — everything I’d worked for — and my focus was slipping. I should’ve been resting, locked in, but all I could think about was her. I shouldn’t do this. I should’ve gone to bed early.

But it’d been too long. I needed her.

Craved her like fire craves oxygen … just to burn even hotter.

With a soft click, I slid the key into the lock and quietly entered the living room, shrouded in darkness. With purposeful but light-footed strides, I crossed the room, expertly maneuvering around the furniture.

Despite my size, I was quite nimble on my feet, which was working to my advantage now. The thrill of anticipation was coursing through my veins, and I had to clench my abs in the flurry of lust ripping through my insides.

My hand shook slightly as I gripped the doorknob, the sheer desire and yearning vibrating through my body.

Did she lock it?

With a twist of my wrist, the door slowly opened. Good fucking girl. I clenched my teeth, choking down a groan at the implied admission.

Carefully, I slipped into her room and eased the door shut behind me. The soft thud barely registered. She didn’t stir; her steady breaths filled the quiet darkness like a lullaby.

Muted amber light glowed from a string of fairy lights twisted around the headboard, casting delicate shadows across the wall and her sleeping form.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I strode over to the side of her bed, palming my already thickening shaft through my athletic shorts.

The room was permeated with her scent, the fragrance rolling over me like a heatwave, clinging to my skin and sinking into my lungs. As I pulled the sheet down her body, I was delighted to find her clad only in an oversized shirt.

She was curled up on her side, and it had ridden up far enough to reveal her bare hips. Fuck . I wanted her in a way that scraped at my bones.

After pulling my shorts down and letting my erection spring free, I slid into bed behind her. A sleepy, breathy sound escaped her lips as I pressed my front against her.

My rock-hard length slid between her ass cheeks, and I couldn’t resist grinding my hips into the supple flesh, driving myself deeper between her thighs.

Establishing a slow rocking rhythm, I let my hand settle on the curve of her exposed hip, savoring the feeling of her soft, heated skin beneath my palm.

Her ass pushed back into me involuntarily, changing the angle in the process, letting my throbbing cock slip further, right between the wet heat of her slit.

The plump flesh of her ass, two perfect peaches, clapping back at me with each thrust. Her arousal was dripping over my length, the swollen, leaking crown bumping into her clit with each stroke through her pussy, coating her with my pre-cum.

I was confident I could’ve gotten both of us off like this, but the need to be inside her was absolute, an almost painful throb in my aching balls. It had been months since I’d fucked her, filled her with my cum, marked her.

Sierra pushed back against me with needy little sounds, and my cock twitched in response.

“Gonna fuck you now, Goddess,” I murmured softly. “Gonna take what I need from my greedy girl, and you’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you?”

Trying not to jostle the bed too much, I gripped my shaft and lined up the swollen head with her entrance. She was wet, but not as wet as she could be, and a grunt escaped my lips as I popped into her tight cunt.

Fucking hell, I wasn’t even halfway in, and she was squeezing me like a vice.

My hand moved to her front, finding her clit. Drawing tight, fast circles around it, I slowly inched forward.

Her lips were stretched to the limit as I slid home, admiring the sight of her taking my cock like she was born for it. The soft glow from the lights above her bed traced every curve of her body, turning her into something divine.

Trying to avoid any sharp movements or any discomfort that would wake her, I was giving her time to adjust to my girth. Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead, and my muscles were tight with anticipation.

Just being buried in her was glorious, but it took conscious effort to restrain myself from rutting into her.

Sliding into her again, after months of obsessing, yearning, and craving, it almost felt like an out-of-body experience. I ground my hips into her in slow, circular movements, trying to gauge how ready she was without ruining this experience.

Her walls clenched around me, making me see stars for a moment. I choked back a groan, my hand sliding under her sleep shirt and up her torso to her perky tits, finding her nipples already pebbled.

How hard would I have to fuck her to wake her up? I couldn’t wait to find out.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as the very tips of my fingers skimmed over her breasts, circling her nipples with a barely there touch. She clenched around me again, and my control snapped.

Curling my arm around her front, I withdrew and slowly plunged back in. With every thrust, I increased my pace gradually.

Her breathing hitched every time I bottomed out, and she shivered visibly as my hot breath ghosted over the back of her neck. My cock was coated in her arousal now, easing my way as I plunged into her sloppy cunt again and again, using her exactly how I wanted.

“Yeah, you like being my personal little fucktoy, don’t you? You’re so wet for me, Goddess, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.” I growled, with my lips right next to her ear, my breath rustling some stray blonde hairs.

Throwing all caution overboard, I brought my arm back around and gently pushed her torso forward without pulling out. Her shoulder clasped in my firm grip, I snapped my hips forward, our bodies colliding with a smack.

The sleepy moans escaping her came more frequently, and I growled low as her pussy clamped down on me without warning.

Sierra was coming on my cock, her walls clenching around me, and all I could do was clench my teeth and let her ride it out. My muscles were spasming as I tried to hold back my own orgasm, my breath coming in harsh pants.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I moaned, thrusting into her again as soon as her pussy had relaxed a little.

My balls were wet with her juices, hitting against the back of her thighs with a lewd slapping sound as I picked up speed.

“Your sloppy pussy is taking my cock so fucking well, Goddess.”