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“I know. But this is different. I wasn’t getting ready to fuck you. I wasn’t getting ready to strip you completely bare.”
She steps into me. “I’m not sure if…”
My heart races out of control.
She’s stopping.
She drops to her knees, pushing my boxers to the ground, and gasps. “It’s so… big.”
“I’m a big guy. What did you expect?” My voice sounds like sandpaper. I look down at her, staring while lightly touching my cock. And I tense so this doesn’t end before it begins. I haven’t had sex in months, and just the heat from her fingertips burns.
While wrapping her hand around my shaft, she drops her mouth to the tip, swirling her tongue. But when she moans as she takes me into her mouth, I can’t take it. I thread my fingers through her hair, pressing the tips into her scalp.
“Will you help me?” she asks under her long lashes and lust-filled eyes.
Chapter Nineteen
LETTIE
Am I really getting ready to take his heat-seeking missile into my mouth? I’ve only given one blowjob in my life, and it’s freaking intimidating when it’s long. Strong. Hot. When I ask Dane for help, he doesn’t answer. Instead, his head falls back, and he steadies himself by pulling my hair.
Although I’ve dated some of his teammates who are also tall, I never had sex with them. I did give one a hand job, but he was nowhere near Dane’s size, so I shouldn’t compare.
Dane glances down with heavy, hooded lids. His fingers make circles against my scalp.
“Tell me what you like. Help me.”
He clears his throat, and his words come out broken and weak. “You can do no wrong in my eyes.”
I feel a weighty pull in my core. His words mean so much to me. I‘m certain he doesn’t understand how much. I’ve loved this man my whole life, and I can’t lose him. What if I do it wrong? What if he can’t look at me after this? Right now, he wants me naked, that I know. But tomorrow? Do we go back to being best friends? Is that even possible?
I don’t realize that I stopped with my lips pressed against his velvety head.
“You… we…” he exhales a breath.
While I hold his shaft with one hand, my other squeezes the back of his thigh before traveling up to his ass. It’s muscular, but the skin is soft, and I press him forward.
“Jesus,” he mutters as I take him into my mouth.
When I can’t seem to get a rhythm, his hand pushes my head gently, and I find a beat in my head to Luke Combs’ The Kind of Love We Make. Feeling more confident, I pick up the pace, and he pumps his hips into my face. The thrusts get wilder, and I fall apart. I’m coming on my knees without his touch, or mine. Strings of spit stretch between his head and my lips.
Before I can say I’m sorry, long ropes paint my neck and chest. Dane bites down on his lip, which is one of his nervous habits but right now, I don’t know whether he’s nervous or as lost in the moment as I am.
“Sorry, I’m not good at that.”
He gives me both hands, pulling me to my feet. “Are you serious? You were perfect. Are perfect.” He takes two fingers, writing something in his arousal smeared across my chest. “You just made one of my all-time fantasies come true.”
Shocked, I ask, “A girl on her knees. I’m sure I’m not the first.” I hate the words coming out of my mouth, letting my insecurity crawl up my spine.
“You. On your knees. For me. Hands down, my number one fantasy.”
“Me?” I ask sheepishly. How could Dane Greathouse, who brings twenty-five thousand people or more to their feet, who’s adored by an entire state, and attracts women like bees to honey, have any fantasies about me?
He kisses me so tenderly. “Yes, you.”
Unhooking my strapless bra, he picks up his shirt and wipes my chest.
The silence makes me hyper aware of the intensity crackling, so I break the moment. I have to fill the space, or I become uncomfortable, so I blurt out, “I feel like a naked hooker in these heels.”
