The Shameless Hour: A Sports Romance (The Ivy Years Book 4)
: Chapter 31

UNLIKE THE FIRST time I’d slept in Bella’s bed, I crashed hard and slept the sleep of the shameless.

Waking up was a pleasant surprise. I’d fallen asleep with the world’s brightest, sexiest, funniest girl in my arms. And I woke up with the world’s brightest, sexiest, funniest girl lying curled up against my body. And still naked.

Pinch me.

Bella’s soft curls spilled across my chest. And don’t get me started on the soft feel of her skin on mine, or the swell of her breast against my arm.

For a while I just lay there admiring her. But it was hard to look and not touch. So I dragged a single finger down the silky skin of her arm.

“Mmh,” she said as if guarding her sleep. Then she rolled, putting her back to me.

I adjusted my position so that I was spooning her and closed my eyes. But it was no use. My body was well aware that I was in bed with my favorite naked woman. My morning wood poked her bottom. Just that small amount of contact was giving both my dick and my imagination some big ideas. Falling asleep was out of the question, so I tried to just relax and think of other things. Urban Studies, for example. Our project was due in a matter of days.

Right. As if our assignment had any hope of distracting me from the velvet texture of Bella’s skin against mine, and the soft sound of her breathing. I knew I should really just get out of bed and let her sleep. But I wasn’t about to walk out on her like I’d done the last time.

She shifted against me, making just a whisper of friction against my cock, and I had to bite my lip. Dios. Then she did it again, pushing back into my lap. I let out a slow, patient breath and reined myself in.

“Mmm,” she said again. Then she wiggled her ass, torturing me.

I couldn’t help it that time. I groaned.

Bella said nothing, and her eyes were still closed. She reached for the hand I’d draped on her hip, brought it up to her breast and left it there.

Another groan worked its way out of my throat as the soft swell filled my palm. I brought my lips to the creamy skin on the back of her neck. Bella pressed her body back, fitting it to mine, the invitation unmistakable.

I slipped my other arm under her pillow, which allowed me to cup both of her tatas at once. On a quiet whimper, she arched her back, pressing against my crotch. I kissed her nape again and again. “Belleza,” I whispered. And when I kissed the soft skin underneath her ear, she shivered in my arms. “Do you want to wake up for me, baby?”

Instead of answering, she lifted her top knee, making a space between her legs. Then she hiked her thigh in order to catch my dick. She lowered her knee again, trapping me between her legs.

When I flexed my hips to tighten our connection, I could feel the wet slide of her concha against my erection. “Oh, fuck,” I gasped. My whole body was on fire, now. With my heart beginning to pound, I thrust in the space between her legs. I had both her breasts cradled in my hands, and my mouth on her neck. Bella’s curves were everywhere, and it was exquisite.

With a sexy little moan, Bella ground against my dick. “Okay,” she breathed, dropping a hand to the sensitive head of my cock. “Who do I have to blow around here to get this thing inside me?”

The kiss I’d been pressing against her neck suddenly became a snort of laughter. “Love that idea, belleza. But I don’t have any condoms.”

She let go of my dick and pushed herself up on an elbow. “Then you’ve come to the right place. So to speak.”

While Bella opened the drawer in her bedside table and fished around, I tried to slow my breathing.

“I thought I had… here it is. Try this.” Bella settled onto her side again, then reached over her shoulder. The packet she handed me read “XL” in big letters. I slit it open and carefully fitted the condom over my cockhead. When I rolled it down, the fit was much more comfortable than the one that had broken on the night we hooked up. “Thanks, belleza,” I said softly.

She reached a hand over the top of her head and pushed her fingers into my hair. “If that fits, we’re going to buy a case of those.”

Chuckling, I put my arms around her again. “It does. And you feel so fucking good.”

“I could feel even better.” She didn’t turn over. Instead, she lifted her knee and reached between her legs. When her hand wrapped around me, I stopped breathing. She lined me up, and I pressed forward on an exhale.

Just like that, I was inside my girl and groaning from the feel of her body hugging my cock.

“Yessss.” She pushed back against me, taking me deeper. I grabbed her hip and thrust. Then we were both moving and moaning together.

Never had a Sunday begun so perfectly.

After only a few amazing minutes, my motor revved all the way into the red zone again. But I wasn’t ready for this to end—not by a long shot. So I wrapped my arm around Bella’s chest and rolled onto my back, keeping our connection.

Her head came to rest on my shoulder. “Why’d you stop?” she breathed.

“Don’t want to finish yet,” I admitted.

She flexed her hips, and the friction was delicious. But I wasn’t quite so trigger-happy anymore. I reached a hand down between her legs, my fingertips advancing through the little triangle of hair to the very place where we were connected. Jesucristo. That was the sexiest thing I’d ever felt — Bella’s softness around my hardness.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, shivering in my arms. She dug her heels into the bed and arched into my hand.

“You like that?” I began to stroke her.

“So much.” She writhed on my chest, responding with a breath or a shiver every time my fingers grazed her. I’d never felt so powerful. “Ohhhh,” she sighed. “Don’t stop.”

But I was afraid that if she came on my dick, she’d take me with her. And I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want it to happen quite like this.

I withdrew my hand.

She groaned with frustration. “I thought you were a nice person.”

“I am,” I said, lifting her body so that I could slip out. “The nicest.” Dropping Bella to the sheet, I rolled on top of her. With her curls spread out on the pillow, and her eyes made extra green by the morning light, she looked like an angel. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she whispered, her chest heaving. “Is there a problem?”

I shook my head. Then I dropped my forehead to hers. “I just want to see your pretty face while we’re fucking, belleza.” I kissed her on the nose. “Eres mi novia. Mi hermosa novia.”

At that, her eyes went a little glassy, and her mouth opened into an “O.” She lifted her hips, and I pushed back inside.

For a long moment, I didn’t move at all. I just let myself soak up her warmth and the glory of being as close to someone as it was possible to be. “Thank you, belleza.” I gave my hips a little shove, and she sighed beneath me. That felt so good I thrust again. And then again. Dios. This wasn’t going to last long. Staring into her lust-filled eyes was killing me.

“Rafe…” she whispered, and the sound of my name on her lips was intoxicating.

“Belleza,” I returned, thrusting faster.

“Kiss me, baby.”

Sí señorita. Dropping my mouth onto hers, I forced my tongue inside, and she answered with an epic moan. She reached up, then dragged her fingernails down my back. It was so good it almost finished me off. My rhythm stuttered for a second as I grabbed her naughty hands and pinned them down on either side of the mattress. I laced my fingers in hers and held her still beneath me.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried, meeting me stroke for stroke with her hips. That’s when I felt it — her body rippling around my cock. And it was all over then. My balls tightened immediately, and then I was groaning and shooting and delirious with joy.

Collapsing onto Bella’s sweet body, I felt strong arms wrap around my back. I tried to lift my hips to avoid crushing her, but she wasn’t having it.

“Don’t you dare move. God, you feel so good.”

I smiled into her pillow. We lay there together, just feeling happy. A few minutes went by before I even noticed which uptempo song was coming through the bathroom door. “She’s at it again,” I whispered.

“Mmm?”

“That song is ‘Love Shack.’”

Bella snorted. “There’s something I need to ask you. Because I’m a newbie at this girlfriend thing.”

“What is it, chica?”

“What do couples do on Sunday morning together?”

“Do I need to teach you the secret handshake?”

Bella giggled.

“You got this,” I said, nuzzling her cheek. “First we make out some more. Then we drag your lonely neighbor to brunch with us. Then we drink a whole lot of coffee.”

Her soft hands began to stroke my chest. “Sounds like a plan.”