He grunted when she shoved him in the gut. That had been unexpected, but he reacted on instinct, catching her hand by the wrist. He pulled her up, taking one step back so she could stand. “How were you posing?”
Her nostrils flared again. She was breathing hard, her face still set in lines of fury. Turning in his arms, she planted her ass against his dick, reaching back to grab his left arm and wrap it around her waist. “Like this.” She pushed back on his right foot with hers, trying to get him to step back and widen his stance. “We stood with our right legs behind our left, and he leaned us forward.”
Matt pressed his chest against her back, his feelings chaotic. He relished the feeling of her bare skin against his, the long wait to do so now over. Jealousy roared through him that someone else had been feeling this same skin while he was off running drills and lifting weights with Chris. Desire burned through his veins, his need for her sharper than ever.
When Hannah had pulled his hand around her, it had forced him to let go of the towel he’d held around himself. Now, only the pressure of her ass against him kept it up at all. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Did you like having Carter pressed up against you like this? Did he grind himself into your ass to let you know he liked what he saw and felt?” Matt demonstrated the action he’d just described, his cock growing harder against her ass.
She gasped. “N-no. What? No. We were just modeling.”
“He likes you, Hannah. He just asked you out.” His voice was a low growl. “Do you like him, too?”
“He’s nice and funny.”
“Did you like seeing him without a shirt on?” When she didn’t answer he bit her earlobe, not too hard, just enough to get her attention, and enjoyed the goosebumps spreading down her neck and chest. “Answer me. Did you?”
“He has nice abs.” Her voice was a whisper.
He moved his hips back enough so he could land a quick smack on her ass. The towel fell away in the process, bunching at his feet, and he pressed his naked cock against the fabric of her panties, wishing now that she was naked.
She gasped again at the impact of his hand on her ass. “What was that for?”
“For admitting you liked looking at another guy.”
“I have eyes, Matt.” Her tone had changed to sarcasm. “There are lots of attractive guys in the world. I appreciate seeing a ripped, shirtless guy as much as you like seeing a topless chick with big tits.”
He smacked her ass again, a little harder this time, rubbing the spot before grinding himself against her ass again. “Watch it, or I might have to take you over my knee again.”
She let out a gasp and sagged back against him. “For what?”
Matt couldn’t contain his smirk. She liked the idea of going over his knee again. She didn’t protest, and her body language screamed her assent. He’d perfected his ability to read body language on the defensive line. It was different in the bedroom than on the football field, but the skills transferred.
Instead of answering her question, he asked his own. “Would you like that?” He tightened the arm around her waist while he rubbed her hip and thigh with his other hand. “Do you want me to sit on the bed and pull you over my knees and spank your bare ass until it’s red?”
She didn’t answer verbally. All he got from her was a gasp and her head lolling back against his chest. That seemed like a yes to him. He spun them around and sat on the bed, bringing her across his thighs before she could register a protest. His cock pressed against the bare skin of her side, and her breasts and belly rubbed across his thighs as he positioned her.
He rubbed her ass over the thin panties for a moment before smacking each cheek once. “You like that?” She still didn’t answer, so he did it again. “You like having me spank you, Hannah? Is this better than having Carter wrapped around you while Megan painted your picture?” Still nothing. “Answer me, Hannah.” He put an edge to his voice, and landed a slap on her upper thigh.
That brought her head up in surprise, looking at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide. He rubbed her ass while he waited, his eyes not leaving hers. She dropped her head, her hair falling forward to cover her face, but he heard her answer clearly. “Yes.”
He grinned and ran a finger under the waistband of her panties. “These are coming down now.” In answer she sighed and pushed her hips up against his hand. His smile grew wider as he tugged them down to her knees. The skin of her ass held a pink blush from the spanks he’d already given her. He rubbed his hand over her cheeks, stroking, caressing, enjoying the feel of her skin against his. She squirmed under his hand, and he bit back a groan at the friction against his bare cock on her side.
“Do you want me to spank you some more?” She pushed against his hand again, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t respond to her wordless request, though, just continued to let his hand glide over her skin from her lower back, down to the tops of her thighs, all over. “Say it, Hannah. Tell me you want me to spank you some more. Ask me nicely.”
She hissed, and for a second he thought maybe he’d pushed too far, that she couldn’t bring herself to admit it with words, to ask for what she wanted like this. But then her voice came out, barely more than a whisper. “Please spank me?”
His hand slapped against her bare skin, the sound disproportionately loud compared to the actual strength behind it. She jerked against him,
