Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Mine.”
I nudged Rick’s biceps and jogged to the sideline.
“Good game,” Thomas offered shyly.
“Thank you.”
He pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose. “You’re very fast. I didn’t know you could run like that. In fact, I didn’t think—”
I covered his mouth in a searing kiss, nipping his lip as I released him. “Thank you for coming. I’m glad you’re here.”
Thomas untangled himself and smiled. “Me too.”
“Come home with me, Professor. Please.”
Thomas met me at my condo fifteen minutes later.
“I’m not sure I understand soccer, but I did some research last night. From what I surmised, you had a most excellent game,” he commented as I fiddled with the lock.
“Thanks, I did.”
“It was entertaining and fast-paced. I haven’t figured out the purpose of corner kicks or the part where someone throws the ball in willy-nilly. I thought you weren’t supposed to touch it.”
“You’re not, but the player throwing the ball is out of bounds,” I explained.
“I see. I mean…I don’t, but maybe I’ll catch on. I’ll have to pay closer attention. You were so fast, I almost missed your first kick.”
“Goal,” I corrected, cracking a reluctant smile as I turned on the mini chandelier in the foyer.
“Yes, that’s it. You know there’s science behind all sports.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Absolutely. The curve, spin, or bend of an object by force is called the Magnus effect, where airwaves move over the spinning ball and…”
I dropped my bag on the floor and kicked off my shoes. My tentative mood lifted as he spoke about weight, drag, lift, and side force. God, he was so…charming, so kind, and so good.
So sexy too. I crowded him against the wall and unbuttoned his shirt. “Keep talking, Professor.”
He captured my face instead and stared into my eyes, silently demanding me to slow down, relax. Then ever so gently, he sealed his lips over mine.
I rested one arm over his shoulders and lost myself in deep kisses. My free hand dealt with his buttons and dipped to unbuckle his belt. I unzipped his khakis and started to sink to my knees, but Thomas shook his head.
“My turn.”
He freed his cock before kneeling at my feet. I barely had a moment to appreciate how damn sexy he looked, gazing up at me with those big baby blues, when he yanked my soccer shorts and boxer briefs down and immediately got to work.
I ran my fingers through his thick hair, moving my hips slowly at first. It was impossible to stay still, though. Thomas had studied me well over the past month or so. He knew I liked a firm grip, and he knew just how much pressure to apply when he stroked me.
“Mmm, that’s so good,” I purred when he circled his tongue around my crown and licked my shaft.
He squeezed me at the root, then traced his lips with my precum, like my cock was some kind of magic marker. That was kind of his thing and it was just kinky enough to turn me inside out. I tugged at his hair, mesmerized by the show. His glasses were wonky, his shirt was undone, and he had a death grip on his dick.
Fuck, he was a fantasy come to life. The soccer star and his professor or something slightly raunchy and right up my alley. Of course, I forgot the fantasy when he opened up and swallowed me whole. Reality was much better.
Thomas stroked me while he sucked, angling his head to take more of me at each pass. He knew I liked it a little sloppy. He knew I liked it when he played with my balls and massaged my crease. And he knew that once he slipped a finger in my hole, I’d come like a geyser.
But he stopped abruptly and pointed at the sofa in the adjacent room. “Bend over. Spread yourself open and show me your hole.”
It was the professor’s most commanding voice. The one he used when he was so turned-on and so completely focused that he forgot to be polite. I fucking loved that voice.
I obeyed in a hurry, aware of him shucking off clothing and searching for supplies somewhere behind me. I decided to speed things along. I licked my middle finger and reached back to finger my hole. He hummed his approval, clicking open a bottle of lube. I shivered at the cool touch and groaned when he slipped his finger in beside mine. I let him take over while I jacked my cock. I shamelessly fucked myself on his hand, looking for release any way I could get it.
I was seconds from begging when he finally pulled his fingers free and eased his way inside me. He tried to go slow, but I wanted hard and fast and a little out of control. I didn’t have to ask. Thomas knew exactly what I needed.