Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(86)

And the orgasm washed over my body. I tensed, my muscles firing, my blood boiling, my whole body overwhelmed with pleasure and explosive joy as I came hard.

I said his name, over and over, and he just worked me, our bodies sweating.

It was the most intense orgasm of my life. I bit down on the couch as I came toward the end, just barely trying to keep myself from screaming.

Finally, it slowly ended, the orgasm washing over me, leaving an incredible, pleasurable glow.

“Fuck, Selena,” he said. “The way you come drives me over the fucking edge.”

He kept thrusting, both hands on my hips, pushing deep inside me. I looked back at him, my lips open.

“Come inside me,” I said. “Fill me up, Nash.”

He grunted his pleasure and fucked me harder, rougher, fucked me like an animal. I took his big cock, rocked my hips, helped him along by moaning his name over and over.

And soon I felt him stiffen behind me, felt him come deep inside my pussy.

Slowly his rough thrusts came to an end, and he collapsed next to me on the couch.

“Shit,” he said, breathing deeply. I collapsed next to him, my head on his chest. We were both exhausted and spent, covered in sweat.

“That was great,” I said, smiling.

“Great? That was fucking perfect.” He grinned and slipped the condom off.

“I thought you were exaggerating,” I said.

“I’m a real SEAL,” he said. “We learn to use every tool at our disposal.”

I laughed and sat there with him, my head buzzing, I couldn’t believe what had happened and how it had happened. I had wanted to keep things professional, to keep some distance between me and the man I had married.

But there I was, naked and sweating with him, enjoying my post-orgasm buzz.





16





Nash





I slipped out of bed just as the sun was rising. Selena was still sleeping peacefully, and I didn’t feel like waking her.

I padded out into the main room and sat down on the couch. It felt good to finally sleep in a damn bed and not have to stay on the couch.

It felt even better to get a taste of that pussy. But it was dangerous, too. We’d spent the night exploring each other’s bodies, not stopping to think about what we were doing. I made her come again and again, made her swallow my cum, made her take my cock, gave her what she wanted and took what I wanted.

And I wanted it again. And again. And again.

Which was dangerous as hell in my line of work. Yeah, true, I wasn’t out running missions anymore, but I was still a damn SEAL. I could be called up to serve at any point, and frankly I hoped I would, and soon. I didn’t need another attachment, and yet when I thought of that pussy, I couldn’t imagine not having her wrapped around me.

It was pretty fucked, truth be told. I came into this hoping to find a nice girl to parade in front of the cameras, pay her good for it at the end of it all. I had never expected to start fucking her, and to want it so fucking intensely that I could feel her pulsing in my veins. But there I was, fucking hard in the morning just thinking about her sweet cunt sliding soaked up along my hard cock.

I stood up and walked over to the phone. I ordered some room service breakfast, including plenty of coffee and some stuff I thought Selena might want to eat. True, I was walking around in just my underwear, but I could at least be a fucking gentleman.

I put the TV on to some baseball highlights and zoned out, thinking back over the night. I kept thinking about her back arched as she came, saying my name over and over. That look on her face as her orgasm hit her like a truck drove me insane and lit a fire in my cock. It was amazing the way she begged for it, the way her pussy gripped my cock, and she never seemed to get tired of me fucking her nice and deep.

I could feel myself getting hungry for her again. Maybe I would have to go wake her up after all and give her a nice breakfast of my cock.

Before I could do that, there was a knock at the door. Grunting, I grabbed the pair of pants I had left on the ground the night before, slipped them on, and opened the door. The room service guy wheeled in the cart and set it up. I tossed him a few dollars and surveyed my food.

I heard some noise from the bedroom as I poured myself a cup of coffee and grabbed a handful of bacon. Selena emerged a minute later, wearing short cotton shorts and a thin white T-shirt, looking sexy as fuck with her hair all messy.

“Morning,” I grunted. “Got breakfast.”

“Oh. Good.” She walked over to the cart as I sat down at the table, sipping my coffee and watching her.

She glanced at me but quickly looked away. I frowned at that. Normally she couldn’t help but fucking stare at me, but this morning she was acting like a frightened woodland creature. If I spoke, I was willing to bet she’d scamper away and hide behind some trees.

“How’d you sleep?” I asked her.

“Fine.”

“Food look okay?”

“Great. Thanks.”

Fuck. This was why I kicked every slut out after our one night together. I hated fucking awkwardness, hated fucking post-sex awkwardness even more. The girl was clearly feeling weird about all the work I’d put her body through and suddenly was acting weird.

We didn’t have to be all fucking lovey-dovey. I didn’t want that shit. We didn’t even have to fuck again, though that’d be nice. I just didn’t need this damn stupid awkwardness.

“Okay, let’s get it out there,” I said finally, unable to keep my damn mouth shut. “I fucked you last night, made you come again and again, and you can’t stop thinking about it.”

She stared at me, wide-eyed. Just like a doe caught in front of a speeding van. I couldn’t help but laugh at her. Quickly, that fear turned into anger.

“You don’t have to be an asshole,” she said. “It’s not like I was drunk. I remember what we did.”

“Good. So no need to act weird about it.”

“I’m not.”

I laughed again, grinning at her. “Come off it. You’re acting all weird. I don’t need this awkward shit between us.”

“I’m not acting weird,” she said, annoyed. “But you’re definitely being a dick.”

“Whatever you say, girl. You’re my wife now though. You’ll have to get used to the sweet fucking I gave you.”

She made a face. “I’m not getting used to anything.” She poured herself a cup of coffee. “You’re so damn arrogant, you know that?”

“Maybe. And your pussy is like a fucking magnet for my steel cock.”

“Steel cock?” she said, laughing.

“Lighten up a bit, babe.”

She shook her head. “Look, you want to talk about last night?”

“Not really,” I said. “I just want this awkward shit to go away.”

“Fine. Last night happened. We can’t take it back. Let’s just pretend like it didn’t and go back to normal.”

I stared at her for a second. I didn’t want to pretend like it hadn’t happened. I wanted to keep fucking her, to keep making her say my name.

But I wasn’t some pussy-whipped pathetic loser. If she wanted to ignore it, then that was fine by me. I’d get what I wanted in the end.

“Whatever you say,” I grunted at her.

“Okay.” She turned and disappeared back into the bedroom.

So much for sleeping in the bed. I’d better get used to these damn couches, and quick.

I didn’t have much time to be annoyed about that. There was another knock at the door, and I had a pretty good guess about who it was.

I walked over and pulled it open. “Morning, Liv.”

“Put a shirt on,” she muttered, “and let me inside.”

I stepped back and she walked in. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Is your wife around?”

I heard the shower running and shook my head. “Sounds like she’s busy.”

“Good.” Livy sat down at the table and poured herself a cup of coffee. “Sit. Let’s talk.”

I sat down and sighed. “The fuck is this about, Liv? It’s early.”

“I know what’s happening with this girl,” she said.

I stared at her, grinning dangerously. “You’ve finally noticed our love?”

“Don’t bullshit me, Nash. I know this whole thing is a charade.”

“Why would I marry some random girl for absolutely no reason?”

“I’ve been wondering about that actually,” Liv said. “I know you hate this whole tour. I know there’s something going on here that I’m not aware of, and frankly I don’t really care about it.”

I smiled at her, listening. Livy was a capable person, bright and intuitive, and I knew she had figured all this out the second she saw us get off the plane.

What I didn’t know, though, was why she’d decided to bring it up now.

“Okay, Liv,” I said. “What’s your theory?”

“I believe you think marrying this normal girl will somehow endear you to the publishers. You’re probably hoping you can end this book tour sooner that way.”

I nodded. “I do fucking hate this tour, but I married Selena because we’re in love.”

Livy nodded. “Sure. But if that weren’t the case, this is what I’m offering.” She paused to sip her coffee. “I won’t tell the media that you sleep on the couch most nights. I won’t tell them that I’ve never seen the two of you kiss, flirt, or really act like a newlywed couple. I’ll even put in a good word to the publisher.”