Deck His Balls (Spice and Seduction)

Chapter Eight

Tricia

I can barely breathe as Joel pushes me against the wall as soon as my house door closes behind us, his lips crashing into mine with an urgency that makes my knees weak. His hands roam my body, igniting sparks everywhere they touch. I arch into him, craving more.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Joel murmurs against my neck.

“Me too,” I gasp as his fingers deftly unzip the back of my dress.

I spin back around to face him as Joel slides my dress off my shoulders, his eyes darkening as he takes in my sports bra and toned abs. I feel exposed yet empowered under his heated gaze.

My fingers fumble with his belt buckle. “Your turn,” I say with a smirk, pushing his pants down. My breath catches at the sight of his hard cock straining against his boxers.

Joel’s hands cup my face as he kisses me deeply. “You’re incredible, Tricia.”

The tenderness in his voice contrasts with the raw desire I see in his eyes. It awakens something primal in me. I grab his hand and lead him to the bed, my heart pounding.

“Show me,” I whisper, lying back and spreading my legs invitingly.

Joel’s eyes roam my body hungrily as he settles between my thighs. “With pleasure.”

His warm breath ghosts over my skin as he trails kisses along my inner thighs. I shiver in anticipation, my hips lifting instinctively.

“Joel, please…” I whimper.

He looks up at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “Patience, superstar. We’ve got all night.”

As his tongue teases my sensitive skin, I close my eyes and surrender to the sensations, letting go of my usual need for control. For once, I’m happy to let someone else take the lead.

Joel’s tongue brushes against my most sensitive areas, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair as he focuses on my clit, his strokes gentle but insistent.

“God, Joel,” I moan, my hips moving in rhythm with the swipes of his tongue. The tension builds low in my belly, a delicious ache that has me craving more.

He looks up, his dark eyes meeting mine. “You taste incredible,” he murmurs, before diving back in with renewed fervor.

I’m not used to being this vulnerable, this exposed. On the court, I’m always in control, but here, with Joel, I’m completely at his mercy. And I love it.

His tongue explores every fold, every sensitive spot, as if he’s mapping out my pleasure. When he sucks gently on my clit, I cry out, my back arching off the bed.

“Right there,” I pant, my usual confidence replaced by raw need. “Please, don’t stop.”

Joel hums in response, the vibration adding to the sensations overwhelming me. He slides a finger inside me, curling it just right, and I see stars.

“More,” I beg, beyond caring how desperate I sound. “I need more of you.”

He obliges, adding another finger as his tongue continues its relentless assault on my clit. The dual stimulation has me climbing higher and higher, chasing that peak of pleasure.

“Joel, I’m close,” I warn him, my voice breathy and strained. “So close…”

He doesn’t let up, maintaining his rhythm as I teeter on the edge. My world narrows to the sensations he’s creating, everything else fading away. Pleasure crashes over me in waves, and I’m lost to the ecstasy Joel has skillfully brought me to.

My body convulses with ecstasy, waves of pleasure rippling through me as I cry out Joel’s name. The intensity of my climax leaves me breathless, my skin tingling and hypersensitive.

Joel rises, his eyes dark with desire, and I can see the effect I’ve had on him. He reaches for his discarded pants, retrieving a condom. As he pauses at my entrance, his gaze locks with mine.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice husky.

I nod, but then an idea strikes me. “Wait,” I say, standing on shaky legs. “I want to try something.”

Confusion flickers across Joel’s face as I leave the room, but I return quickly with a dining chair. A smirk plays on my lips as I set it down.

“Sit,” I instruct, channeling the confidence I feel on the basketball court.

Joel complies, his eyes never leaving mine. I straddle him, relishing the feeling of skin on skin. Slowly, I ease myself onto him, gasping at the stretch.

“God, Tricia,” Joel groans, his hands gripping my hips.

I rest my forehead against his, overwhelmed by the intimacy of our position. “I wanted to see your eyes,” I whisper, surprised by my own vulnerability.

Joel’s response is to capture my lips in a searing kiss. As I adjust to his size, he begins to rotate his hips, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“Is this okay?” he asks, always the gentleman even when buried deep inside me.

I nod, unable to form words as he latches onto my nipple, the dual sensations making me moan. As I start to move, finding a rhythm, I’m struck by how right this feels. It’s not just about the physical, there’s an emotional connection I wasn’t expecting. And for once, that thought doesn’t terrify me.

“You feel amazing,” I breathe, cupping his face in my hands.

Joel’s eyes, filled with warmth and desire, meet mine. “You’re fucking amazing, Tricia,” he says, his words sending a flutter through my heart.

I ride Joel with increasing intensity, my body singing with each thrust. His cock fills me completely, hitting spots I didn’t even know existed. Our eyes remain locked, and I see a mix of desire and tenderness in his dark gaze that makes my heart race even faster.

“Tricia,” Joel groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “You’re incredible. Hold on tight.”

Before I can process his words, Joel stands, lifting me effortlessly. I gasp, wrapping my legs around him on instinct. He’s still inside me, the change in angle sending a jolt of pleasure through my core.

“Joel, what are you—” I start, but my words are cut off as he presses my back against the cool wall.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Trust me.”

And I do. Despite my usual need for control, I surrender to Joel completely. He begins to move, thrusting up into me with a passion that takes my breath away.

“Oh God,” I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Joel, that’s… fuck!”

He chuckles, the sound low and sexy. “I love hearing you say my name like that.”

I want to come up with a witty response, but coherent thought is beyond me. Joel’s cock is doing things to my body that should be illegal, and all I can do is hold on for the ride.

As Joel’s thrusts become harder and faster, I feel the familiar tension building in my core. “I’m close,” I pant, my eyes never leaving his.

“Let go, Tricia,” Joel urges, his voice strained. “I’ve got you.”

With a few more perfectly angled thrusts, I’m falling over the edge, screaming Joel’s name as waves of ecstasy wash over me. My inner muscles clench around him, and I feel Joel stiffen, his own release following mine.

As we come down from our high, Joel carefully carries me to the bed, laying me down with a gentleness that contrasts beautifully with the intensity of our lovemaking. He disposes of the condom and returns, pulling me into his arms.

“That was…” I trail off, unable to find words adequate enough to describe what just happened.

Joel kisses my forehead. “I know,” he says simply, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.

As we drift towards sleep, I’m struck by how safe and cherished I feel in Joel’s arms. It’s a feeling I could definitely get used to.