My God. He was fucking big.
And all he let me do was wrap my mouth around the head once, give it a single suck, before he groaned, “Oh, darlin’ baby, that’s all I can take.”
I pulled him out and trailed my lips along the length of him, inch after inch, as he lifted his hips and smiled down at me with a crazy look on his face.
“Don’t embarrass me like that our first time, Bibi.”
I laughed and licked right under the crown of his head once, earning me a lift of his hips. “What? You’d rather embarrass yourself inside of me?” I teased him.
He howled as his hands went to my upper thighs and he nudged me forward, closer to him. And I went.
“I don’t have a condom, but if you wanna grind up and down my cock….”
I gripped him, laying him flat against that tanned stomach, and straddled his dick, sliding my seam along his hot organ. I didn’t want to wait anymore. I didn’t need to. “I don’t think you need one, but if you want….”
He tipped his head back, the tendons in his throat flexing as I rubbed myself against him. “Swear on my life I got tested when I joined the team, and I haven’t even looked at anybody since way before that, and I’ve never not used—”
I leaned over him, biting high up on his jaw before whispering, “Me neither, and I’m on birth control. You sure that’s okay?”
His hands kneaded my thighs as I dragged my seam along his cock some more, leaving the thick base shiny and damp. “More than okay, honey, please….”
I slipped my hand between his dick and his stomach, raised him straight into the air, and took his tip inside of me. Just an inch, an inch that had both of us groaning before he sat up all the way and took my mouth. I lifted my hips before dropping back down and taking a little more, thankful I’d sucked him a little, even more glad that I’d rubbed my wetness onto him. Slowly but surely, I worked myself all the way down on him, teasing. Zac’s hands were on my ass as I worked up and down his length until finally I was down on his thighs and he was stuffing me full in every direction. I gasped, and he groaned.
Then it was furious, me working my hips, Zac lifting his with those strong hip and ab muscles. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone. He lifted me up and brought my legs around his hips, and then those arms were working, lifting me up and dropping me down on him, halfway down and then back up. Most of the way down and then back up so only his head was inside. Over and over and over again.
I moaned into his ear, and he groaned and grunted, his palm cupping my nape as he held me there against him. Totally against him. Sweat dripped between his pecs, wetting my chest as I moved up and down.
I could feel it. I held my breath and ground my pelvis against him, right, right, there….
“Oh,” I whispered, pressing my mouth against his neck as I cried out, my orgasm rolling through me, making me pulse around him.
“Shit,” he hissed too, thrusting up faster and pushing me down harder and quicker.
“Zac,” I cried, squeezing his shoulders tight, desperately.
He held me tight too, one arm banding around the middle of my back as I rode his lap. “Fuck! Fuck!” he choked, growled, and held me down on him as his hips slowed, his thrusts long, and I could feel him throbbing, pulsing warm and wet. The muscles in his thighs were clenching on and off, like they were spasming, and I was pretty sure I could feel his biceps popping too.
“Oh my God,” he whispered into my hair, my face still fully shoved into his damp neck. “I think you might’ve killed me,” he croaked. “My toes are crampin’.”
I snorted, rubbing my hand up and down his spine as his cock twitched once more.
Zac slid his hand down my back, and if he hadn’t been so sweaty, I would’ve been self-conscious about how sweaty I had to be too.
“I don’t think I have any cum left in me,” he whispered, still out of breath.
I pulled back just enough so I could look at his face, raising a hand to bury it in the back of his head, tangling my fingers through his hair. “Let me check.”
He tossed his head back with a laugh. “No!”
He was grinning as his hands stroked my back, ribs, hips, and back up to my hair. He kissed me softly and sweetly as his gaze moved over my face before he hugged me again, chest to chest, his head tucking against the top of my head.
“Snack Pack?”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t need fancy houses or sweet kitchens, okay? Or these grand gestures like you driving up the day before one of the biggest games of your life. I just want you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t have these crazy expectations. You have so much pressure on you, and the last thing I want is to be one more thing you’ve got to work too hard at. Especially now, after today.”
His body tensed under mine, but I felt his hand stroke my back slowly, taking his time. His breathing was a little uneven, but it was there, puffing against my hair. “Kiddo, look at me.”
I sat up a little, just a little, so I could look at his face, and I smiled at him.
His hand stroked my ribs; his face was intent. “I’ll tell you as many times as I need to because I know you haven’t heard it enough and you deserve to, and because I like to say it too, all right? You’re important. You matter to me more than any game. Any practice. Anything. Where you go, I go. You are never gonna be something I have to
