Chasing Football Dreams (Diner Girl #2)

Chapter Two

D uncan took a shower when we got home, while the shower was running, I grabbed the same jersey of Duncan’s that I’ve been wearing and slipped it on. I was looking through the dress drawer for shorts when two strong and muscular arms wrapped around my torso.

“Are you upset that I arranged a small party for your birthday?” He asked.

The truth was. I wasn’t. He didn’t know that. So, I pretended to be upset by giving him the silent treatment.

He didn’t take long to pick up that I was giving him the silent treatment but instead of stomping away, he caught me by surprise when he pushed the jersey aside and lowered his head to my shoulder. He skimmed his lips across my skin and it didn’t take long for me to become prisoner to his touch.

“That’s cheating,” I hummed. My head tilted to the side to give him better access as he continued to nibble on the sensitive skin of my collarbone.

I felt his hot breath gliding over my skin as he chuckled. He tightened his grip around my waist and hoisted me up in the air.

“Duncan!” I shrieked and laughed when he carried me over to the bed.

He playfully threw me on the bed and didn’t spend a second standing as he crawled between my legs, giving me no option but to eagerly meet his lips.

I breathed him in as our tongues met and he tasted all minty. I almost felt ashamed but that thought jumped right out of my head when I felt his hand on my leg traveling up to my buttocks and before I could stop him I heard and felt his low growl vibrating through his chest.

“You are seriously testing my self-control,” He raised his head to look at me.

His dark eyes were much darker as if they were submerged in lust.

An exhilarating shiver ran up my spine. “I didn’t have time to slip on shorts,”

A naughty glint touched his face when he smiled. The hand resting on my arse started traveling further down and came back up recapturing my lips.

He kissed me deeply and passionately, our tongues twirling. My chest was bursting with excitement, mixed with worry as I felt his hands slipping beneath my shirt and pushing the material slightly up from my navel.

My back arched and I bit down on my moan when his hand went higher until his calloused hand found my breast and gave it a wonderful squeeze that made my insides flutter. I moaned loudly into his mouth when his thumb found the sensitive nipple and gave it a pinch.

I have never been touched like this. And my body was completely in overdrive as I welcomed his touch but something had to make him pull away.

His eyes were as wide as saucers and before I could find out what was going on. He pulled my shirt down and rolled away from me. He sat up with his back to me—his shoulders hunched over.

I laid there for a while caught in a daze wondering what could have unsettled him. “I thought that only sexy and experienced girls are allowed to have sex,” I remarked.

I pushed myself upright and went to sit down beside him.

He arched an eyebrow at me. “That sounds ridiculous,”

I waggled my finger at him. “Shh, this is my story,”

He chuckled.

“Growing up and being a girl, you always find the most attractive girl in your age group being the first girl to sleep with the hot guy. She always has the bosoms, the perfect lean waist, and legs that run forever,”

“So, for someone like me, I just thought you have to have the body and the looks to have sex,”

He stared at me and smiled. “Zoey, that is the silliest thing I’ve ever heard,”

“I know,” I said with a sheepish smile.

“I was out of line,” he said, confusing me.

“I am an adult, Duncan. Not a child,”

I straddled his lap and found him looking up at me with a quizzical look. “Why do you treat me like I am fragile?”

“Zoey, you mean so much to me. You are not just a girl. You are everything and more,”

“Well, I can say with an honest heart that I love you, Duncan. It might not always seem that way when I hide things from you but I trust you more than I trust myself,”

I pressed my lips firmly against his and I smiled into the kiss when I felt the width of his shoulders. His skin was scorching hot under my touch and I felt him losing the battle of restraining himself.

“It’s my birthday, so, you have to do exactly what I wish for,” I teased.

He chuckled. “And making love is your wish?”

“I love you so that it would be everything I wished for,”

I raised my hands when he didn’t make a move to take the next step.

“Zoey…”

“I am sure, Duncan. I am not going to cry about it,”

“You can never have it back,”

“I am not dumb,”

He smiled. “Didn’t say you are,”

“Good, now are you going to remove my shirt and kiss me or should I, do it?”

“You are quite bossy,” He reached for the hem of my shirt and I expected him to rip the jersey right off. Duncan pushed his hands underneath the jersey and rested his hands on my hips. He leaned forward and fused our lips. He teased my mouth and at the same time, walked his hands up my sides, crumbling the jersey in his hands.

I hummed when both hands brushed over my breasts and both thumbs caught my nipples as he pushed the fabric over my head.

Duncan stared at them for a while as he lowered his arm to drop the jersey on the floor. He reached out and gently cupped a breast in his palm. “I couldn’t stop thinking about them from the moment I saw you in your bikini,”

Without alerting me. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around an aching peak. My head fell forward and I twirled my fingers in his hair. “How can they be—ooh,” I gasped when he used his tongue to flick over the bud.

The dominant Duncan finally revealed himself when he picked me up and turned us around. He laid me down on my back and crawled back between my legs. He started leaving butterfly kisses from my navel and made his way up back to my breasts where he gave him attention with his mouth. He moved hungrily back and forth, devouring them with his lips.

My back shot up from the bed when one of his hands traveled down between my legs. He skilfully found the taunted flesh through the fabric and pressed his finger over the bud.

He watched me through hooded eyes as I let my head fall back and let out a long, exciting moan.

He took the exact moment to push the fabric aside and slip one finger between the folds. Instinctively, I shut my legs, crushing his hands between them.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

I shook my head. “Just very sensitive,”

“I just have to get you wet otherwise I am going to hurt you,” He pushed my legs gently apart and continued his erotic exploration. My body shivered at the touch of his calloused fingers stroking the sensitive skin hiding between the folds of my front bottom.

I dug my head into the pillow and tried to control the urge of wanting to shut my legs. “It’s just—oh sweets stars,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut.

My eyes fell open with wonder when I didn’t feel his fingers anymore. My gaze widened when I found Duncan pulling my panties down my legs and then he made him comfortable between my legs. His head resting between my thighs. “What are you—oh, my sweet Jesus,”

He dipped his head and his lips found my sweet spot. I thought it couldn’t get any better but I was proven wrong again when I felt the flick of his tongue and then he drove me completely over the edge when he slipped a finger past the folds and inside me.

My walls were tight around his finger and not long after, they spasmed when a strange but wonderful feeling washed over me. The tightness in my lower stomach fluttered down to between my legs. My back arched off the bed and a moan raptured from my chest.

Through my hazy gaze, I found Duncan standing up and removing his clothes. Re-finding my strength, I pushed myself onto my forearms to take a closer look at him. He was ripped from top to bottom and his stiff member proved again that this man was all rugged and powerful.

I watched him get a condom wrapper from his nightstand before he crawled back onto the bed with me. His lips found mine and my body melted into his.

“Are you still sure about this?” He asked.

I nodded. “I don’t make choices based on peer pressure. I make them according to what I want,”

“And this is exactly what I want,”

After he was certain that I wasn’t backing out, he ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his member. I couldn’t remove my eyes from his well-endowed erection and I started to wonder how all of that was going to fit inside me.

He softly pushed me down on my back when he rolled onto his forearms and hovered over me.

He fused our lips and kissed me deeply. I brought my leg up to accommodate his muscular body and wrapped it around his waist. His hand traveled back down between my legs where he stroked his fingers up and down my flesh.

My shoulders jumped slightly when I felt the head of his erection pressing up against my entrance. “This is going to hurt,” He warned me.

I nodded my head and locked eyes with him. “I trust you,”