Free Whiplash: A Sports Romance by Tabatha Kiss Page B

her tight skirt and wraps her legs around my waist, holding us together with her perfectly toned thighs.
    “Admit it,” I groan, attacking her neck. “You wore that dress to get my attention.”
    She chuckles. “I wore this dress because it makes me look good . Don’t be so self-centered.”
    I bite her neck. She flinches at the sudden pain but melts even harder against me. Her skin tastes sugary sweet and my mouth waters, eager to know what she tastes like elsewhere.
    I reach for my belt to free the throbbing monster inside and she grips my wrists to slow me down.
    “Junior, stop,” she whispers.
    “Ellie…”
    “A quickie in the pool house might be enough for most girls,” she says, holding my eyes. “I’m an all night long kind of lady and if your fucking stamina is anything like your running stamina… you could use a little more training first.”
    Her words crack like a damn whip but I tingle at the pleasure it brings. “I assure you, I’m quite capable of rocking you until dawn, Ellie.”
    “I have my doubts,” she quips, lowering her legs. She presses against my chest, forcing me to take a very difficult step back. I growl with frustration and she chuckles. “You’re used to these girls just opening themselves to you anytime you want, aren’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then you have no idea what it’s like for them to stop you like I have, do you?”
    “No.”
    Her eyes shine a devious light and she holds out her palm. “Give me your hand.”
    I hesitate, unsure what her touch on my skin will do to me but I do it anyway, bewitched by her shining eyes.
    Eliza’s warm fingers grip my hand and she sets it against her spread knee. I sigh, feeling her body heat against my palm. She trails it up her thigh, inching closer to her slit, and halts it just before it reaches her core.
    “Stop,” she says, sensing my need to keep going. “You can just feel it, can’t you? My heat bleeding against your skin…”
    I lick my lips. “Yes.”
    She spreads her legs a little wider but keeps my hand still against her inner thigh.
    “How wet do you think it is down there?” she asks, her voice seductive as fire. “How tight ?” I can’t answer. I can barely even breathe. “What do you think it feels like? Smells like? Tastes like?”
    “Heaven.”
    She laughs. “Maybe you’re right.”
    My breath catches in my throat as she slips her hand beneath the skirt of her dress. Her pink folds show in the darkness. She’s not even wearing panties.
    A slow sigh escapes her lips as she burrows a single finger inside of her. I chew on my bottom lip, my palm shaking against her thigh as she pulls her hand away and I see her juices glistening off her knuckles.
    I lick my lips, smelling her for the briefest of moments as her finger passes under my nose and my tongue erupts with saliva.
    Eliza parts her lips and sticks her finger in her mouth. “Mmm,” she hums, tasting herself. She slides the finger out, sucking it clean. “Like warm milk and honey—”
    I reach for her slit but she snatches my twitching hand, stopping me from going further.
    “This is torture, ” I growl.
    “It’s incentive, ” she snaps, pushing my hand off her thigh and laying her skirt down. “My pussy is loser-free zone, Junior . Win the game on Saturday and you just might qualify for admission.”
    She hops off the dresser and weaves around me towards the door.
    My hands roll into fists as my sexual frustration comes to a head. “I’m going to bury my face in that pussy until you’re screaming my name, Eliza Pierce.”
    She gazes over her shoulder at me and licks her lips one more time to taste what’s left of herself on them. “Won’t that be fun?” she smiles. “Bye, Junior.”
    “Bye, Ellie.”
    I drop my head and stare at my bulging junk as she opens the door and leaves me behind.

 
    Chapter 10
    Eliza
     
    I take a long, deep breath. Then another one. And another one.
    Grant and I are up next to audition. Nervous