Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(89)

“You love when I rub this clit,” I whispered. “You want me to fuck you rough and hard, but I’m not going to. I’m going to make you come just like this.”

“Nash,” she whispered, “we’re going to get caught.”

“Who fucking cares?” I asked. “The only thing I want is to watch your face while you come on my fingers twenty thousand feet in the air.”

“Fuck,” she gasped as I slipped my fingers deep inside her. “Oh shit, Nash. Fuck. We’re going to get caught. We should stop.”

“We should, but we’re not going to,” I said. “I love this fucking pussy. I love how fucking wet you are. Shit, girl, you’re dripping on my fingers. You want to get off as bad as I want you to.”

I began to fuck her pussy with my fingers, not wasting any time. I wanted to push her over the edge fast and hard, make her come on my fingers.

“Shit,” she said, gasping. “I’m being too loud.”

“You can’t help yourself,” I said. “You can’t be quiet when I’m around. I make you wet and fuck your pussy right.”

She bit down on my shoulder and I grunted. It hurt, but it also made me fucking harder. She kept her mouth against me, stifling the noises she was making. I could tell she wanted to get off so badly, and she was moaning through her clenched jaw. I kept fucking her pussy, rubbing her clit, fucking her pussy, back and forth, pushing her closer and closer.

“Come for me, girl,” I whispered. “You love having this pussy fingered and fucked. You’re such a dirty girl getting off in an airplane like this.”

I continued to work her pussy, my fingers pumping in and out of her. She was absolutely soaked, her pussy dripping, and I imagined how amazing it would be to sink my cock deep into her slick spot. Instead, I wanted to get her off, make her come, make her fucking mine.

“That’s right. Come for me, Selena,” I whispered. “Come for me twenty thousand feet in the air. You dirty girl, letting me fuck your pussy with my fingers like this. Come nice and hard for me.”

Her jaw clenched harder and her whole body stiffened, her hands holding on to my arms. I fucked her harder, faster, with my fingers, and I knew I had her. She bit down harder, pain lancing through my shoulder, but I didn’t give a fuck, didn’t slow down.

I kept going as she came, her body twitching, spasming, pleasure rolling through her. I loved watching her come; it was like fucking fire in my veins and made my cock rock hard.

Slowly she finished, the orgasm passing over her. I slipped my fingers from her panties and pushed them into my mouth, licking my fingers clean.

She shook her head at me, panting. “Oh my god, Nash. You’re so dirty.”

I smiled. “You taste fucking good,” I said.

“We have to get out of here,” she said.

“You go first. I’ll follow soon.”

She turned her back to me and tried to fix herself in the mirror the best she could. A minute later she glanced at me, a look filled with pleasure and lust, and then quickly left the bathroom.

I sat down on the toilet, trying to will my fucking erection down enough to walk back to my seat. The girl was incredible, drove me fucking wild. I knew I was crossing all sorts of lines, making all the wrong decisions with her, but I couldn’t help it. She drove me completely insane with that sexy-as-hell look and that incredible body.

A minutes or two later, my cock soft enough to not stand out like a fucking tent, I stood up and slipped out of the bathroom.

Nothing seemed strange. The stewardess gave me a look, but I couldn’t tell if it was because I had taken so long in there or because she knew what we’d done. Either way, it didn’t fucking matter to me.

I got back to my seat. Selena looked at me. “They definitely know,” she giggled into my ear softly.

“Good,” I whispered back. “I want them to know.”

She shook her head. “Business, right?”

“Yeah,” I said. “That was all business.”

She smiled in spite of herself and then slipped her headphones back on. She returned to ignoring me, which was fine with me, but she had a smile on her face.

Damn right she did. Not many girls got an orgasm from Nash Bell at twenty thousand feet.

I ordered another whisky the first chance I got, leaned back in my chair, and enjoyed the rest of the fucking flight.





19





Selena





What the heck was wrong with me?

I was so pissed at him. He was so selfish, such an asshole, and yet the second he got close to me, I completely lost my mind.

True, it had felt amazing in the bathroom with him. I’d kept worrying about getting caught, but that had only made it so much hotter. I hadn’t gotten off just from a guy’s hands before like that, and yet he’d managed to push me over the edge like it was no big deal.

I guessed I was a part of the mile-high club. Or at least close enough.

Once the plane landed, we hustled through the terminal and right outside. Fortunately there weren’t any paparazzi this time, and so the drive out to Providence from the airport was pretty uneventful.

I was still annoyed with Nash, but that anger’s edge was pretty blunted from the way he’d handled me. We weren’t exactly chatting it up, but I was trying not to actively ignore him anymore.

The hotel was just off campus, and we arrived around five in the afternoon. Liv was there when we got out of the car. I had no clue how she managed to arrive before we did, or even how she got there at all. It was actually pretty creepy.

“Okay, you two,” she said, “signing is in two hours. Will you be ready?”

“Signing?” Nash grunted.

“Yes. You have a book signing at the campus bookstore at seven.”

“Shit,” he said. “No rest for the wicked.”

“Nope. There’s also a special dinner and cocktail hour for Department of Defense donors afterward.”

I raised an eyebrow. “We’re going to that?” I asked.

“Nash is the face of the department these days,” Liv said.

“I have to shake hands and pretend like I give a fuck what some old people say,” he grunted, annoyed.

“Go get ready,” Livy said. “I want you both there.”

She turned and walked off. I looked at Nash. “How did she beat us here?” I asked him.

He grinned at me. “I have no clue. I think she can fly.”

“Maybe she owns a jetpack.”

“Teleportation.”

I nodded. “Yeah. Has to be.”

We laughed and walked into the hotel together.



A couple hours and a nice, hot shower later and I was sitting at a table in the campus bookstore next to Nash.

The line stretched out the door, just like the line I had stood in only a few days ago. That was a strange thought. Only a few days ago I had been just another faceless undergrad in a line, and now I was somehow married to Nash Bell, my face plastered all over gossip magazines.

Lying to America wasn’t so hard. All I needed to do was pretend like I was in love with the biggest asshole I knew. He could be charming sometimes, especially when we were doing a publicity event, which made it a lot easier. Still, day-to-day, he was just a crude, arrogant jerk.

“Okay,” Nash said. “Unleash the hordes.”

Livy nodded to the security guard, who opened up the small rope gate and started to let people through.

“Oh my god,” the first girl in line said. “Nash, I’m such a big fan. I love your book. And I love your interviews.”

“Thanks, darlin’,” he said. “Who do I make it out to?”

“Tracy. Oh my god. I love you.”

“Love you too, girl.” He signed the book as she squealed with delight.

He glanced back at me and I made a face at him. “Are they all like that?” I asked as the girl left.

“Pretty much,” he said, grinning.

Young, attractive girl after girl came up to Nash asking for signatures. There were a few men mixed into the crowd, but just like back at my school, you could tell exactly what the target audience was.

Nash was a freaking sex symbol. I didn’t know how or why that had happened, since he wrote a memoir about the military, but it had happened. Probably because he was very charming during interviews, and since he was so damn attractive.

Ten minutes slipped by that way. Person after endless person came up to him, smiling stupidly, some saying inappropriate things, some just staring at him.

“Nash, can I just, can I touch your arm?” one girl asked.

He laughed. “Sorry, can’t do that. Guards will flip shit.”

“Oh my god. I can’t believe I asked.” She paused as he signed his book. “Please?”

He laughed again and flexed. The girl practically screamed as she touched his flexed muscle and didn’t even spare a glance for me.

“You love this,” I said to him.

He rolled his eyes at me and turned to the next willing and eager young girl.

Girl after girl approached him. Some wanted pictures, some wanted to touch him, and one girl even offered him a blowjob in no uncertain terms.

It was like I was invisible.

Some strange feeling was growing in my chest the whole time. I didn’t really understand it, but I was getting jealous. No, maybe that wasn’t the right word. Nash was free to do whatever he wanted since he wasn’t my real husband. No, I felt disrespected.