A low, sexy noise came out of his throat and he did the impossible, his teeth found my bottom lip in the dark and nipped it.

My legs moved restlessly as I felt a swell between them.

I kept stroking.

“Funny,” Tate muttered, his lips still so close to mine I could feel his escalating breath.

“What?” I asked when he said no more.

“When I played ball, at Penn State, one thing I liked about it, outside the game, it got me great pu**y.”

My fingers squeezed his c**k as a startled giggle escaped my throat.

“It got you great –?”

His h*ps pressed into my hand and I started stroking again.

“High-class college girls,” he said, his voice getting thick, “sorority.”

He moved, his hands on me and his head so his lips were drifting light on the skin of my shoulder, my neck but he didn’t move in a way where I lost purchase on his cock. I knew what this meant so I kept stroking.

“Sorority,” I whispered.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered back, lips at my ear. “Liked that idea. Knew, when I made the pros, that was laid out before me.”

“I might take that part back…” I stated, my hand stopping but not moving from its position, “about you being a good man.”

His head came up and his h*ps pushed into my hand. “I was early twenties, Ace.”

“Right,” I muttered.

His h*ps thrust again and my hand started moving.

“Knew I’d find one, though,” he whispered, his lips back to travelling my skin as he spoke. “With that amount of choice, I’d settle on a good one, gorgeous, sweet, high-class pu**y in my bed every night, goin’ to my games, watchin’ me play, helpin’ me make babies and I could take care of her.”

I liked what he was saying, my mind liked it and my body liked it so I started stroking faster.

“Tate.”

His mouth came to mine but he didn’t kiss me.

Instead, he said, “Sucked when I lost that. I lost the game and I lost that future and that f**ked with my head.”

“Tate,” I breathed against his lips.

“Came home, hooked up with Neet and knew that would be my life, Neet or someone like her and, havin’ that taste of the good life, knowin’ it was gone, that f**kin’ sucked.”

“Honey –”

“Didn’t have any f**kin’ clue, I waited twenty years, here I’d be, a gorgeous, sweet high-class piece in my bed givin’ me a hand job.”

My heart stuttered, my breath caught, my ni**les got hard and I felt a rush of wet between my legs.

“I’m not a piece,” I told him, trying to sound offended but not really offended at all.

His h*ps started moving with my hand.

“Nope, babe, you’re a high-class piece.”

I felt another rush between my legs and I pressed against him as I stroked harder.

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered, his voice almost a groan.

“This high-class piece is done giving you a hand job, Captain.”

“No you aren’t,” he growled.

My hand wrapped tight, I pressed even closer, I aimed with more hope than certainty and, luckily, my teeth succeeded in nipping his lip.

Then I whispered, “She wants to give you a different kind of job, honey.”

I felt his lips smile before his mouth took mine in a deep, hot kiss.

He rolled to his back, pulling me on top of him and he stopped kissing me to invite on a murmur, “Knock yourself out, Ace.”

I grinned in the dark. Then I took my time moving down his chest. Then I took my time doing other things to him.

I’d stopped sucking and started licking when I heard Tate growl, “Stop f**kin’ around, babe.”

“Mm,” I mumbled against the head of his c**k and his hands, already in my hair to pull it away from my face, fisted.

“Ace,” he called as I kept licking.

I didn’t reply, I took him in my mouth, his h*ps bucked up, I pulled him deep, heard his groan and then slid him out and glided my tongue from tip to base.

“Babe, seriously,” Tate warned.

My hand was wrapped around him, holding him so my mouth could work him, I swirled the tip and then stated, “I’m enjoying myself.”

“You’re makin’ a point,” he returned.

I opened my mouth over him and sucked him deep again. His big hands cupped my head and held it down so I gave him what he wanted until I heard him groan again then I pulled him out.

“Dammit, Laurie,” he growled.

“Patience, Tate,” I told him but he was done.

I knew this because he knifed up, I found my body pulled from between his legs and positioned at his side, my head still facing his lap. My knees were in the bed, he pushed them apart, yanked my panties down my behind and his hand was between my legs. He didn’t tease, he wasn’t playing, he was serious and it was my turn to groan, which I did, pushing my h*ps into his hand.

“Suck me off, babe,” he demanded.

“Okay, baby,” I gave in and immediately did as I was told.

It took some concentrated effort, considering he was working me, fast and hard while I was working him, fast and hard. But he kept giving it to me while I gave it to him so I had to return the favor.

Luckily, we both succeeded in bringing it home and it was unbelievably hot.

Tate righted my panties on my h*ps and my body in his bed and threw the covers over me before he went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, he took me in his arms and held me close.

Then he said, “We’ll talk about that shit in the morning.”

He didn’t sound angry. He sounded tired, satisfied but mildly disgruntled.

“What shit?” I asked, sounding much the same, except the disgruntled part.

“I get to play, babe,” he answered and my head came up.

“I don’t?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“You just don’t.”

I felt my chest seize and I whispered, “You didn’t like it?”

His body went still a moment then he burst out laughing and rolled into me so he was mostly on me.

“Tate –”

He cut me off. “It seem like I didn’t like it?”

“Well… no, you were, um… groaning and –”

“Clue in, Laurie, I’m gonna tease you and I’m not just gonna tease you in bed.”