“Yes,” she whispered, finally giving me the answer that I wanted to hear.
I didn’t hesitate for even a second before I thrust into her body as deep as I could get, overwhelmed by the feel of her skin touching mine. It was the first time I’d ever done this without a condom before, and it felt amazing.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Oh God, Aubrey.”
“You’re so hot and hard,” she gasped. “Holy shit. I had no idea it would feel like this.”
“I don’t think I can make this last for you,” I warned, trying to hold still as I adjusted to the feel of her pussy walls clamping against my cock without anything between us.
“Don’t hold back, Luka,” she pleaded with me. “It isn’t going to take me much to go again. Just move. Please God just fucking move.”
Her demand got me moving hard and fast. I could hear us as we writhed frantically against each other, racing to the finish line. Flesh against flesh, balls slapping. I slammed inside over and over, harder and harder until I felt her body tense up below mine and her pussy clamp down my cock. It meant I could let go and my body knew it because I flew over the edge, my cock jerking and shooting streams of come into her body.
“Holy shit,” I muttered once I was done, and I dropped onto her body, breathing heavily.
“Why exactly did I make us wait this long for that?” she asked.
“I have no idea, but had I known it would be like that, I’m not sure I would have been able to stop myself from pressuring you,” I admitted, giving her a kiss before I levered myself off her body and dropped onto the bed beside her.
“You marked me again,” Aubrey groaned as she looked down at her boobs. “Are you going to do that every single time a guy does something around me to piss you off?”
I thought about it for a second and figured I might as well be honest even if it pissed her off. “Yeah, probably.”
“Luka,” she sighed. “Why?”
I traced the marks I had left on her skin and struggled to find the right words. “It satisfies something inside me to see my brand on you.”
“Your brand?” she questioned with an evil glint in her eye.
“That sounded bad, didn’t it?” I asked huskily, not feeling too bad about it because that’s how I felt. She was mine, and I liked when she had the marks to prove it.
“This relationship is a two-way street, right” she asked as she moved to straddle my hips.
I nodded my head in agreement, pleased with the way her mouth tilted up in a grin in response but a little worried about what was going on inside that head of hers. She lightly raked her fingernails down my chest before she leaned forward to place gentle kisses on my nipple. She murmured something so softly against my skin that I couldn’t quite catch the words before she moved her mouth up a little and then bit down hard and sucked deep.
“Fuck,” I hissed out at the sting of her teeth against my skin.
“Then I get to mark you as mine too,” she said triumphantly.
I couldn’t really argue with her logic when she put it that way. “You know I’m going to catch shit from the guys in the locker room this weekend, right?”
“You didn’t seem to mind when Lexi was the one teasing me because of the hickey you left on my thigh when we went swimming,” she reminded me. “Besides which—you started it. I just ended it.”
“You do know that this isn’t going to deter me from wanting do it again. If anything, I think it has the opposite effect on me,” I warned her.
“As long as I get to return the favor, I guess I can live with it,” she begrudgingly agreed. “Now shut up and rest a little before you have to leave for practice. It’s going to be a long weekend for both of us, especially you.”
****
I’d been right about the talk in the locker room at yesterday’s practice. The guys all thought it was hilarious that Aubrey had left a big bite mark on my pectoral muscle. Jason even asked Coach later if we could change our warm-up music and have “Another One Bites the Dust” added to the playlist. Coach didn’t understand why everyone was laughing their asses off at this request and just walked away shaking his head.
I didn’t let it get to me though because I knew I’d left a hell of a lot more marks on her than she had on me. Just knowing that she was going to walk around the tournament this weekend with them all over her chest settled something deep inside me.
Then, when I got on the bus with the team, one of those jackasses started playing an old Salt-N-Pepa song and everybody yelled out loud, “When you put hickeys on my chest,” along with the song. How the hell they’d found the song and got the guys in on it since last night, I had no idea. But I had to admit that it was fucking hilarious.