I panted his name. "Wes … "
My breasts grazed the bed as we frantically moved against each other.
His breath was ragged as he thrust harder, and I clawed at the bed with each powerful movement of his cock. I didn't care how animalistic it was. I didn't care that we had skipped dinner and went straight to fucking. I didn't care that this was only one night. Wes made me feel my body in a whole new way.
"Fuck, Doc. You're a goddess." And he made me feel that way.
"Don't stop. Don't, please," I begged for more as I stretched around him, clenching and releasing his hardness. My core tightened in exquisite pleasure with each strike of his cock.
I didn't know what kind of torture game he was playing, but he suddenly pulled out of me and I felt emptiness where he had been.
"What's wrong?" I felt panic spread through me. It couldn't be over. I was on fire. Every part of me burned for him.
"I want to see you when you come. Roll over."
There was something about being taken from behind that made it seem like casual sex. It felt like it was all for pleasure. All just fucking. But the instant I rolled over and locked eyes on Wes, I melted.
"I could fuck you all night," he growled into my ear.
I didn't recognize my raspy voice. "Don't stop fucking me." My legs spread wide for him, inviting him back. Showing him how desperate I was to have him inside me again.
He slid against my clit, taking his time to tease me, linger between my folds. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrust deep inside as his lips landed on my mouth, inhaling every part of me. Our breaths aligned as he moved in and out of me. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to feel connected and whole, but with every thrust I was falling. Falling over the cliff that was the great abyss of Wes Blakefield.
"Come, baby. Come with me." He grinned, sucking on my bottom lip until my body was a convulsing, shaking mess. I couldn't control anything as he brought my orgasm to a peak. My toes curled. My head thrashed. My fingertips tingled. And my core exploded as he ground deeper into me, giving into his own release.
I whimpered as my body desperately clung to him.
He collapsed on my chest, kissing my breasts. "That was fucking incredible."
I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. I didn't know what label to give it. Incredible. Fantastic. Erotic. Perfect.
He rolled on his side, avoiding his injured hand. "And I managed it all with one arm. Imagine what I can do with two." He winked.
Could he see it? Could he see the change in me? Could he see what he had just done to me? My eyes locked on his and I felt the hammering in my heart. What in the hell had I just done? I had revealed parts of myself no man had ever seen. I had made noises no man had heard. I had obeyed all of his commands, feeling more confident and powerful than I ever had in bed. I didn't want it to be true, but Wes was a sex god.
He drew a lazy circle on my stomach. "You okay?"
I blinked. I wanted to reach out and trace his strong jaw. I wanted to stare in his eyes. I wanted him back inside me. I wanted to see what other moves he had. I knew I had only seen a preview of what he could do. And it had me desperate for more.
"Yes."
"Is that all?" he teased.
"How would you feel if I took off these high heels?"
He laughed. "You have my permission."
I leaned forward, unlacing the heels that had accomplished their mission. I dropped them to the floor and lay back on the bed to admire Wes's body. He was rippled in places I didn't know were possible on a man. He had a solid six-pack. My fingertips traced the lines between his muscles. I couldn't help it. I wandered down to the tops of his muscular thighs, raking my nails over his skin.
"Careful, Doc. You're dealing with a professional athlete. I have the kind of stamina most men would kill for."
But I didn't heed his warning. I wanted more. More of him. More of his body. More of his cock. I began to stroke along his shaft until it came to life under my touch. He groaned and I smiled. He rolled on his back as my hand slid up and down, making him harder with each stroke.
"I like how quickly you recover," I teased. I eyed him hungrily as I lowered my mouth to take him inside. I tasted the drop of salty dew on the tip before sliding my lips over his entire cock.
"Fuck," he moaned, thrusting into my mouth.
My instincts took over as I moved over his shaft, swirling my tongue, sucking, licking until he was thrusting deep into my throat. I cupped his balls and he growled.
I don't know how it happened, but even with one hand, he was stronger than me. He forced me upright until I was straddling him. I sank onto his cock, taking it deep inside me. I rocked harder and harder against him.
"Oh, God," I cried. "It's so intense like this." I closed my eyes as my body took over.
"Fuck me, baby. Hard," he commanded, grinning as he watched my tits bounce as I lost all control.
I couldn't stop. There was fire between my legs and with him inside me, all I could think about were the sensations exploding through my skin. I forgot the second condom. I forgot he was a womanizing playboy. I rode him harder and harder, driving us to the next cliff, not knowing what would happen if we fell off the cliff. Only knowing that as long as Wes was inside me, I'd do anything to keep him there.
He twisted my nipple between his fingers and I screamed as my orgasm began to shatter through my veins.
It was an intensity I'd never had as he pushed up, releasing inside of me, sealing our bodies together with the sweat of sex, the pulsing of our limbs, the kisses that stole my breath. He reached for my neck, bringing my lips to his, as he pumped everything he had inside me. My mouth sucked at his as our orgasms claimed us both, and the heat of his release spread through me like lava. I finally dropped onto his chest with exhaustion.
He traced my spine with his fingers as he kissed my forehead.
"I might have been wrong about something."
I closed my eyes. "What?"
"I lied to you, Lennon." It was the first time he used my first name. It somehow sounded endearing coming from his lips. Those dirty lips that had licked me raw. I sat forward. I felt the anger start to creep in my chest.
"What? What lie?"
"There's no way this is a one-time deal." He grinned.
I couldn't help the smile that slipped onto my face. "Well, so far it's already been a two-time deal." I giggled. I couldn't remember the last time a sound like that had come from my lips. I wasn't a giggly girl.
"True. And I think it's about to be a three-time deal." He slapped my ass, singeing his handprint into my flesh.
My eyes widened. There was no way I could do that again. I was sore and raw. And I felt the come oozing between my legs. That was a mistake. Condom next time, for sure.
He chuckled. "Dinner first?"
I nodded. My stomach was rumbling. Wes hopped from the bed and threw a T-shirt in my direction. "You can wear this. Meet you in the kitchen. I had dinner ordered in."
I watched as he slid on his pants and walked out of the bedroom half-naked. I had just had the best sex of my entire life and my body was still humming from it. I slipped on the shirt that smelled like Wes and padded out to the kitchen.
Nine
Wes
"Fuck, no. You are not running that play on Monday night." I slammed my good fist down on the table in the conference room.
"It's not your call, Wes. You're not starting. Cosech is our starter tomorrow night." Coach Howell wiggled his visor back and forth. I could tell he was nervous as hell.
"I don't care if the kicker takes over. That play won't work." I closed the notebook that I had used all season. It was my Bible. It was what won games for the Wranglers.
"Look, I know you're not exactly excited to sit this game out, but we still need your input. We have a bye next week and then … "
"And then I'll be back."
Coach looked at my broken hand. "We're lucky the press didn't do any digging on your hand. They seem to accept the sprained wrist update in the press report. Has Dr. Ashworth cleared you to play?"
"She will. It's not going to be a problem."
"The AFA is going to need a signed letter from her. You know the protocol."
"Yes, I know the damn protocol." Everyone had reminded me over and over what it took to get back in the game after an injury. Especially an injury that required surgery. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the TV screens lining the wall. It was Sunday, and every other team except the Wranglers and Warriors were playing today.
Half my attention was on football, and the other half was on last night. I had rolled out of bed, leaving Lennon naked and alone under my sheets. I couldn't blow off my meeting with Coach, but this was the last place I wanted to be.
Something had happened last night. Something that had changed me when I got my first taste of her. Her lips, her tits, her clit. They were all mine. I knew it as soon as I pumped inside her tight entrance. I had taken her without meaning it to cross a line, but somehow it did. I licked her. Sucked her. Kissed her until we were both drunk with each other. Fucking never felt like that before. And now I didn't know what in the hell to do. I wanted more. I was addicted to her body. And if I didn't get out of this meeting, she'd be gone when I got back home. I needed more. I needed her.