Spring Training by Parker Kincade Page A

moaned, watching as he spread the liquid around tip of her breast. He closed his lips around the bud and sucked hard.
    Delicious.
    “Now, Garrett.” Her nails bit into his shoulders as she raised her hips. “Fuck me now.”
    Garrett cursed and pulled away. “Don’t move.”
    He bit back a smile as she let her head drop back to the table with a thud. He reached for the condom he’d put in his pocket after his shower.
    “No, Garrett. Don’t,” Jessa panted, raising her head to look at him. “I don’t want anything between us. Just you and me, remember? I want to feel you. For you to feel me.” She let her head drop back to the table. “We’re safe, we’re protected. Garrett, please.”
    Garrett groaned at the thought of taking her bare. Her heat drawing him, sinking into his skin. “Okay, Jessa.” He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, loving the feel of her silky smooth skin against his. “Show me whatcha got.”
    He gripped the base of his cock, rubbing it through her slick heat before easing the tip inside her. Damn, she was tight. Tight enough to make a man lose his mind.
    Her back arched as he pushed forward, his hands spread wide across her hips. “Fuck, Jess. You’re so hot. You make me want to forget to be gentle. To go slow.”
    She raised her head to look at him. “So don’t. I won’t break, I promise. Fuck me, Garrett. Please …”
    He surged forward, not waiting for her to adjust to his size before burying himself to the hilt. Her pussy seized, clutching at him as the warmth of her arousal bathed his length and stole his breath.
    She cried out, her hands reaching out to grip the edge of the table. Her skin was flushed, glistening with perspiration.
    “Jesus, you’re so wet. Do you know how good you feel wrapped around my cock?” Garrett eased back, mesmerized by the sight of her sex as it opened for him.
    She smiled. A slow, sensual smile. She tightened her inner muscles, her fist-tight grip clenching him.
    “Fuck!” He growled before he slammed into her again. Pleasure rocked his system as he grabbed her shoulders, anchoring himself to her as he moved. Back and forth. In and out.
    He couldn’t think beyond the need. Need that was tearing through his veins like a runaway freight train.
    Jessa cried out as she shifted her hips and he gained deeper access. He fought for breath as he fought his release.
    Her first. He had to make sure it was as good for her as it was for him. And Christ, it was so fucking good.
    Garrett tightened his grip on her shoulders and thrust hard, powering in and out of her until sweat trickled from his temples.
    Ah, hell. The heated grip of her pussy was driving him insane. He wasn’t going to last.
    “Can’t hold off much longer, Jessa. So hot. God, so fucking hot.”
    He reached between them. “Come, baby. Come, now.” He flicked his thumb back and forth, teasing her sensitive nub.
    Jessa screamed, her back arching off the table, pushing him deeper into her rippling flesh. The force of her orgasm almost bringing him to his knees.
    It was more than he could take. Pleasure swamped him, surging through his body and exploding in a million fragments. He slammed into her, shouting with his release as her body continued to contract around him.
    His hips jerked as she continued to milk his seed. He couldn’t see straight. His legs were shaking so badly, he was afraid he’d fall over and make a fool of himself.
    Garrett wrapped his arms around Jessa and pulled her close, kissing the top of her hair as he struggled for air. Still buried inside her, he eased back into a chair. She wrapped around him like a monkey and snuggled into his chest with a sigh.
    Wanting to enjoy the feel of her for a little longer, Garrett ignored his shaky limbs and held her tight. He also ignored the desire to keep her wrapped around him for more than tonight. For more than this week. This month.
    They were fucking. Having a good time. That was it. At the end of the week it’d be