"Hey, you clean up nice," a deep voice whispered in Kate's ear as she felt a large, toned body sidle up against hers on the dance floor.
"Thanks," she blushed, spinning around to place her arms around Brett's broad shoulders. "Good job at your game today," she giggled into his ear before dropping her lips to nibble softly at the base of his neck. She grinned when he shuddered at her touch and released a strangled groan of pleasure.
"You be careful," Brett warned her, his eyes darkening at her as they danced. Kate felt the beat of the music in her chest as Brett gripped her hips like he couldn't let go. As they gyrated together, his arousal became quite clear so when he led her away from the dance floor, she wasn't surprised. Kate knew the way to Brett's apartment as well as he did, but she let him lead the way. They were a jumble of arms, legs, and kisses as they wrestled their way up the stairs and through the door.
"Hi," Kate giggled up at the handsome varsity athlete after he'd pinned her to his surprisingly neat bed.
"Hi," he beamed down at her, his pleasure at her presence clearly genuine despite his slight intoxication. "I missed you," he breathed, nipping teasingly at her earlobe, neck, and collarbone.
"Ha!" Kate half-laughed and half-moaned at his lips before wrapping her long legs around his waist to pull their bodies flush against each other. "Brett," she breathed, tugging anxiously at the last button on his shirt.
"What?" he responded with a smirk, deciding to tease her a little bit. "What do you want, doll?" he asked playfully, running his index finger feather-lightly up her inner thigh, "Is this what you want?" he murmured against her neck as his fingers collided with her silken panties and he circled her swollen bud.
"Aah!" Kate let out a strangled yelp, convulsing under him. "I'm going to kill you," she glared at him through hooded eyes. Humming with pleasure as Brett continued strumming her lower lips, Kate wrenched his jeans from his muscular hips and he stepped out to assist before climbing onto the bed. With one arm, he pulled her unceremoniously up onto the pillows and with the other he peeled the dress up her hips and over her head, leaving her scantily clad in lace underwear.
"Fuck Kate," Brett growled, his pupils dilated at the sight of his favorite underwear. Though they'd done this many times, Kate couldn't help but feel embarrassingly exposed under Brett's spotlight of a glance. She pushed that thought to the back of her mind, though, when Brett took one of his favorite positions: comfortably situated between her thighs.
"You're so wet," Brett murmured, pressing his lips against the deliciously moist silken fabric at the apex of her thighs. Kate murmured in agreement as he worked his tongue against her clit through the now drenched screen of her panties. Between the long, wet strokes and the short, swift taps against her clit Kate couldn't even think.
"Brett!" she screamed, fisting her hands in his light brown hair as her thighs clenched around his head and she came hard against his lips. She bucked helplessly against the bed as her body was wracked with pleasure.
"You are so sexy when you come," he whispered against her flushed lips after pulling himself up over her still quivering body.
"Your turn, mister," she replied, hooking her fingers under the waistband of his boxers that displayed his impressive erection.
"No Kate," Brett said softly as Kate knelt beside him while pulling her hair back, "I need to be in you right now," he pleaded as he nudged the panties off her hips which she scissored down to her toes. Almost before she could flick them away, he was pulling her up and splaying her legs across his waist. Biting almost clear through her lower lip, she nodded without a thought, rocking her hips against him.
"Please," he begged through gritted teeth as her moist lips stroked across the painfully stiff tip of of his erection. Smiling down at him like some sort of angel of sex, she lowered her hips and sheathed him tightly inside her. "Kate!" he let out a strangled moan as he looked up at her from underneath tightly knitted brows. "I'm not going to last long," he panted up at her as he pulled her hips against his rhythmically.
"Ugh. Yes. Brett!"
"I. Am. Gonna. Come." Brett grunted, picking up the pace of his thrusting and sending Kate into a frenzy of moans and cries. Seconds before his release, he leaned up to capture one of her nipples between his lips and brought her right over the edge with him.
"Brett!" she cried as she crumpled around him.
"God, Kate," Brett sighed, feeling cold as she rolled off of him. She smiled softly at him and he knew that she was about to fall asleep. "I love you," he murmured softly against her hair as he cuddled her close, hoping it wouldn't scare her away again.
...
"Kate," Brett called out, apologizing to his friend as he tore away from their conversation. "Kate! I need to talk to you."
"What's up Brett?" she smiled at him, casual as could be.
"Why'd you leave last weekend?" he asked, "I wanted to bring you out for lunch or something," he trailed off, creating an adorable picture of a sheepish, nervous, six-foot-three baseball player.
"I mean, I woke up before you and didn't see a reason to stay," Kate shrugged, glancing at the space between their feet.
"Why won't you let me take you out? You gotta know I like you, right?" he asked desperately, tired of the girl before him slipping between his fingers.
"Yeah," Kate sighed, "But I also know that you are a good-looking guy on our excellent baseball team. You're a hot commodity among the ladies and I just don't have it in me for us to do whatever it is that you're proposing," she struggled to explain, ignoring the tightening in her chest.
"What? But I only want you," Brett argued, furrowing his brow at her supposed logic.
"For now," she countered. "Look, Brett, I have a bad habit of dating assholes. Every boyfriend I've ever had has cheated on me and I'm just not into that anymore. I like you, Brett, I really do. But I don't need or want anything serious. What we're doing right now, that works for me and I like it. I really, really like it," she smiled dreamily, "But if you need more, you're going to have to find someone else," she grimaced apologetically before adjusting her backpack and striding away.
"Well damn," Brett sighed, reaching his arms up over his head.
...
"Relax babe!" Kara smiled to her co-worker and close friend, "Tonight's a celebration night, smile a little! You might even snag one of these sexy athletes here," she giggled, winking at a football player across the room.
