Anxious Love (Love Sick #1) (13 page)

"You write about this stuff, don't you? Improvise—"

I didn't wait for him to finish. I placed my lips over the tip and kissed it. I peered up at him. His eyes darkened, and his hands fell to his side.

I thought about when Ryan was between my legs; he wanted to create that first perfect taste.

I leaned over, stuck my tongue out, and licked from base to tip in one long lick. He tasted salty and sweet. When I reached the tip, I placed him in my mouth, and he twitched. I held him between my lips and pressed. His hands fisted the couch next to his thighs. When I had enough slickness, I moved over him and took him into my mouth as far as I could while squeezing the base of his shaft.

He was coated with moisture from my mouth mixed with his precum. The combination danced on my tongue. I moved my hand up and down his length while watching him. He reached out when I kissed the head, but his hand dropped followed by a low growl when I took him in my mouth and attempted to take him farther. His cock hit the back of my throat, and while I wanted to accommodate him, I knew I couldn't. No human could.

With my progression stopped, I pulled off his shaft and continued to twist my fist around his shaft with slow strokes.

I had the moisture, the tension, and from his moans, the pressure was spot-on. I went down on him again. His hand found its way to the back of my head, and he added a little pressure. I opened my mouth to protest, but then I remembered.

Relax.

My throat opened up, and he slid in further. It was enough.

"Oh fuck, Leah. That's so good."

I pulled out before panic set in. I took inventory; my insides were warm and tingling, my mouth, lips, and tongue craved the taste of him. I was determined to make him groan my name, again.

I took him in, pausing to feel him get harder and fill my throat. I used my own breathing techniques as he slowly thrust in and out of my mouth. My hand reached up under his shirt; I dug my fingers into his chest and held on.

"Oh God, Little One."

I sucked harder in response to my nickname. The throbbing between my legs made me moan. I was so wet; I was sure he could smell it.

His hand left the back of my head, and I lifted up and sat back on my heels, watching him as I stroked up and down.

"So do you feel better, now?"

He leaned over and grabbed my face. I gasped as his lips crushed against mine. His tongue licked my lips and pressed into my mouth. Having him taste what I tasted made me hot, and I moaned in response.

He held my face, whispered inches away from my lips.

"I'll feel much better if you let me do one thing."

"What's that?" I asked, my tone breathy and sexy.

"Let me come in that pretty little mouth." He pinched my bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger.

I grinned, and he grinned back.

I didn't offer him an answer. I dove back on his dick instead. I pressed it down as far as my throat would allow. The swift move caught Ryan off balance.

I moved up and down, sucking and moaning as he swelled in my mouth. His breath became ragged. His heart thumped against the palm of my hand.

"Leah..." He grunted and held my head down on him as his hips raised from the couch, and he let go as his hot juices coated the back of my throat.

He was silent at first, but on the third shot, he growled and yelled, "FUCK!" before collapsing back on the coach.

I released him and laid soft kisses up and down his shaft as it lay on his stomach. He watched his breath slow down before I pulled his sweatpants back up over his hips and his cock disappeared.

I tapped it with my hand. "All better."

He laughed at first, but the world went silent. He sat and stared. I stood up, but before I could sit down next to him, he pulled me into his lap. He wasted no time snaking his hand under my skirt and plunging his fingers into me.

"Ryan . . ." I moaned before he captured my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged on it. I clawed at his thighs underneath me and squirmed to get away, but Ryan had a strong hold on me. He deepened the kiss as his hands pumped furiously between my legs. He broke off the kiss as my core clenched on his fingers and he rubbed my clit. My eyes closed, and my head fell back onto his chest. The orgasm washed over me. I rode it out while cradled in Ryan's arms.

My fingers remained inside her as she panted and came down off her quick orgasm. The sound she made had my dick hard again.

When I left practice today, I had convinced myself this NFL thing was a huge mistake. My roommate had talked me off the ledge; it was the first series of practices. As much as I wanted to see Leah, I didn't want to burden her with my bad mood.

Turned out, she could handle it. She could handle me. All of me. I chuckled.

"What's so funny?" she asked

I held her close, loving the smell of her sex in the air. "Thank you," I answered.

"For what?"

"For cheering me up?"

"You're welcome." She swung her legs around and stood up. "I should probably get going."

I pulled her back in my lap, my hands around her waist, my lips nipped at the back of her neck.

"Stay with me tonight?" I sucked on the back of her neck, and she shivered and giggled.

"Okay." She turned her head, and I captured her lips in a kiss before letting her go so she could stand up.

"Where’s the bathroom?"

"Through my room." I pointed at the door in the back of the apartment. "I have T-shirts in my closet if you want to get comfortable."

I watched her head in the direction of my room. I wanted her here. I was so turned on by her, but it didn't take away the shitty week of practice.

I pushed myself off the couch, turned off the lights in the living room, and went to find her.

She finished up in the bathroom as I walked into the room. The T-shirt she picked out fell to her knees. She could have belted it and wore it as a dress.

"I guess I need to get you some Saint T-shirts that fit."

"I like it." She looked down at herself. "But not really sexy, huh."

I dropped on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to come toward me. "You are always sexy to me."

As she approached, I scooted up the bed and rested my head against the brown leather headboard of my king-size bed. My legs crossed at the ankles.

Leah crawled on the bed, sauntered up my outstretched legs, and straddled my lap. I loved the way she felt in my arms—cute, small, and adorable, but she was sexy and strong. I squeezed her tight, and she squealed. I reached under her T-shirt and paused.

I pulled back and lifted up the T-shirt. She had on a pair of my boxers.

"It's okay if I borrowed these, too?" She bit her lip and batted her eyes. I loved that coy shit coming from her.

"What happened to your panties?" My hand moved up the leg of her shorts.

"They got all wet." She pouted and looked up at me between her eyelashes. I leaned in and pressed my tongue into her mouth. She moaned around it, and I pulled her closer. Situating her over my lap. She moaned, but again cut her moan off with a distressed sigh.

She pulled her lips off mine and sat back a few inches, and my cock groaned.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Tell me about your day?"

"Now?" I held my hands out. "You want to talk now."

"Yeah." She sat up, swung her leg off me, and sat with her head resting on the headboard. She took one of my hands and placed it on her lap. I could feel the heat from her body. I knew she was as turned on as I was, but she stopped us from going further. She wanted to know about my day.

I leaned over and opened my mouth to say something to get our attention back to how hard she made me with her sexy ass, but I looked over at her, her wide eyes looking up at me, waiting for me to talk. I sighed.

"At practice on Tuesday, we were doing seven on seven drills. First team against first team." I stood up and pulled the cover back on the bed. "You know what that is?"

"I assume it’s when seven guys on the first team offense go against seven guys on first team defense."

"Very good, little one." She grinned as she slid her beautiful legs under the covers. I climbed in next to her, rolled over to my side, and propped my head on my elbow. She scooted up next to me, resting her head on my pillow. I reached around her waist and pulled her closer as I leaned over and placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose and continued my story.

"So McDaniel, he's the starting left tackle. The coach asked him to move to the right and put me at left tackle. He gets an attitude with me, but I ignore it. Well, I do okay at left tackle. Hitting my assignments on most of the snaps. We both did well. Then the next day, we switch. I'm on the right, and he's on the left. I suck at right tackle. I mean it's all backward."

"How did McDaniel do at right tackle?"

"The guy's a pro bowler at both sides." She nodded as I continued. "The coaches are all over me all day, but I put my head down and keep at it. At the end of practice, McDaniel walked by me and says some shit like,
fucking left tackle is my spot, rookie
. So I get in his face and push him, and he pushes back. The coaches came in and broke it up before it could turn into anything. I'm walking out of the locker room after practice, and the dick comes up to me and says,
too bad the coaches won't let first-round draft picks fight their own battles
. Some other teammates spoke up for me. It was a weird situation. I respect the guy. I mean he's been doing this for six years, but I never had to prove myself to my teammates. You know. Not in this way."

I wasn't sure how she did it; she didn't offer advice, she listened and asked questions, and I didn't feel weird about telling her my insecurities.

"Nothing is going to make him feel good about you taking his job." Her little face scrunched up as she thought about how to help me.

"Yeah, I could learn right tackle if I have to, but I am always looking at what's best for the team. In three practices, it's a little disillusioning to find out not everyone feels the same."

"It's weird when you all of sudden discover the world is different than you would like it to be."

I smirked.
See what I mean about wise.

My bad mood disappeared. The killer blowjob helped, but what sealed it was lying in bed next to this beautiful woman. She might be cute and little, but she was wise, and she understood me.

I leaned back when Leah sat up and drew her knees under her. She clapped her hands. Cheerleader Leah returned. "I have a great idea."

I chuckled and sat up. "Okay. Let's hear it."

"Let's go to the lake house."

"What lake house?"

"My lake house. When the world is kind of messing with me and I need a reset, I go to my lake house."

"You have a lake house."

"Yeah, at Calcasieu Lake. It’s about three hours away south of Lake Charles." She leaned closer and rested her hands on my shoulders. "It's my favorite place on earth, and I want to show it to you."

"Okay." I snaked my finger over the collar of her T-shirt and pulled her close. "Let's go."

By mid-morning the next day, we were on the road. We stopped by Leah's place first. I walked around the corner for coffee while she went upstairs to pack. I bumped into Sophie on the way back.

"Good morning, stranger," I said and flashed her my most genuine smile. She sneered at me, not thrilled to have run into someone as she snuck into her apartment with her shoes in her hand and wearing an outfit that I bet looked hot on her... last night.

"What? We have nicknames for each other now, Football."

"I like that. How are you?"

"Well fucked," she said and stepped too close for my comfort. "Can you say the same?"

I narrowed my eyes and stepped back. "What's your problem?"

She stepped back, hugged herself, and lowered her head. "Nothing. I'm sorry." She turned to go upstairs.

"Sophie. What happened to you and Leah?"

"Why don't you ask her?"

"I did. She said it would work itself out."

A breathy sob escaped Sophie's lips.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." She looked behind me at my bag on the backseat. "You two going somewhere?"