Lady and the Champ(21)

He stops. Not only does he stop, he pulls his fingers out of me. For a moment, he stares into my eyes, a smirk tugging one corner of his mouth, then he reaches down again and gently strokes one finger over my clit.

“You were close, weren’t you?”

“Yes.” My voice is tight.

He chuckles. “Well, you can wait a few more minutes, right?”

“Don’t fucking count on it.”

I reach up and grab the back of his head, dragging him down by his hair, and I kiss him hard. He catches my tongue between his teeth and utters a moan that I feel all the way between my legs. His hips start to pulse, his cock pushing into my thigh with each thrust. I’m wet there, and between my juices and his pre cum, the head of his cock slides readily, tracing lines of wetness over my skin.

“Stop teasing me.”

He pulls back, smiling through swollen lips. “I forgot. It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it?”

His thickness presses into my thigh like a hot brand, robbing my brain of the ability to think clearly. Or speak.

“Don’t worry, babe. Long after I’m done with you, you’ll feel the outline of my cock throbbing inside you.”

The fingers torturing my pussy suddenly arch, hitting a bed of nerves that send pleasure to every sensitive part of my body.

“You won’t be able to look at me without clenching your pussy. Maybe I should fuck you in my gear so that every time you see the word football, you think of my cock.”

I picture Austin saddled up in his football regalia, his number twenty-two jersey, Austin smirking through the bars of his white helmet, the tight Lycra shorts pushed down his powerful thighs, just far enough to free his massive cock. My mouth waters just thinking of it.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and shift my position, looping a leg over his hip. He goes deep—he’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with before—and he’s so hard it almost hurts as he shoves inside. A moment later, he’s shifted our positions on the massage table, and I’m pinned under him as he cups my ass, scooting me neatly under him so he can thrust that much deeper, fuck me that much harder. The sheet under me smells of massage oils and the musky undertones of his skin. As he takes me, I slide back and forth a little on the oil and the cloth.

Stars explode in front of my eyes with every hard thrust. It’s like having sex for the first time. My walls ache as they adjust to his girth. Austin’s fingers dig into my hips, yanking me back with surprising strength. Grinning, he moves his hands to my bouncing tits, squeezing each before fisting my hair. He pounds into me, hands tight in my hair, mouth bruising on mine.

He pauses mid-thrust, his expression fixed into one of wild lust. Breathing deeply, his eyes scorch my body.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m committing your tits to memory.” He grabs one of them, lowers his mouth, and I gasp as the wet sting of his tongue hits my nipple.

Then the table shakes with the force of his thrusts. I dig my fingers into his muscled back, unable to do anything but scream, pounded and pounded again.

Suddenly there’s a sharp crack, and he stops. “What was that?”

I’m desperately panting for breath. “I think it was the table.”

“Shit.” He scoops me off the table, and before I can ask him what we’re doing, he’s latched his mouth to mine and he’s carrying me down the hall.

Blank walls pass my vision before he tosses me onto the bed. I barely have time to bounce on the mattress before he’s on me again, inside me.

I oof out a breath and grab hold of his shoulders. He’s intent on starting where he left off, fucking me hard and fast and energetically until I start to scoot back on the mattress, my head bouncing into the headboard. He threads his fingers into my hair again, holding my head still while he latches his mouth to mine. It’s all so intense. I can’t think; I can barely breathe. I’ve never been fucked like this before—so hard, so rough.

I don’t want him to stop.

I wrap my legs around his waist, which also helps hold me still on the mattress.

He thrusts deeper inside me. He’s so concentrated on what he’s doing—like he’s afraid he’ll die if he stops. Ever since he started flirting with me, I’ve wondered if he took sex as seriously as he takes football. Now I have my answer. This primal rutting with a man I barely know is one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had in my life.

Inside, I’m winding up like a spring, everything ready to explode at any second. He slows his thrusting, drawing back from the intense kiss to look me right in the eyes.

“Go,” he says. “Now.”

I blink at him, and then I realize what he means. Before I can even think about it, my body obeys, unwinding in a powerful wave that’s so intense I literally scream.

“That’s it. That’s what I like…”

He continues to thrust slowly into me as the orgasm wrings me dry. Only when I’m coming back down, my hands mindlessly opening and closing on the sheets, does he make a last, long, hard thrust into me and let himself go.

I can see the orgasm moving through his face as his eyes shut then open again, focusing on me. He smiles, his eyes blissed out, pupils dilated. I can feel him pulsing inside me for what seems like an eternity. Then, finally, he leans down and kisses me once, gently, then rolls off onto the sheets next to me. There’s still massage oil everywhere, rubbed into the sheets off our bodies. It smells more like sex than chamomile and mint now though.

He closes his eyes then turns his head and looks at me, that smug grin twitching on his mouth.

“That,” he pronounces, “is the best physical therapy I’ve ever had in my life.”

And before I can so much as roll my eyes, he’s kissing me again, and I just can’t find it in me to argue.





8





Austin





She’s gone before morning.

The floral smell of her shampoo still clung to the sheets, but the bed was empty. No note. Not so much as a text goodbye. What the hell is that about?

It’s not like you haven’t done the same thing to other women.

Still, though.

“Dah!”

I smile at Emma, who is strapped to my chest. “Yes, baby girl.”

It’s not often that I go out in public with my baby, but this morning Megan pounded on my door to dump Emma at my doorstep. Goddamn Megan. The bitch couldn’t even be bothered to change her diaper. And it just so happened that my assistant’s on vacation, so here I am. Shopping for diapers at Target.

I haven’t been recognized yet, which is lucky. It’s happened before when I’ve been out with Emma. My fans tend to be cool about deleting images of Emma off their phone. Something about having her image shared across the Internet irks me.

“Bah bah!” Emma swings her fist at the row of baby-related products, knocking several bottles of powder off the shelves. One of them bursts open.

“Fuck.”

A thick cloud of white explodes from the pile scattered on the floor. My shoes are covered in scented baby powder. Damn it. How the hell am I going to clean this?

“Thanks a lot, kid.”

Emma squeals with laughter.

There’s nothing to sweep up this mess. Shit. I glance down the bright aisle for someone who works here.

“Austin?”

Crap, I’ve been recognized.

I hitch a grin onto my face and turn toward the female voice. It belongs to the sassy-mouthed woman I spent last night with. She’s wearing gym clothes: a purple Nike top and tight black shorts. Her black hair is swept into a messy ponytail that somehow reminds me of last night, when I roped her hair around my hand and fucked her in my bed. The pouty lips that I watched wrap around my cock are open in shock.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” Her gaze flicks from Emma back to me, the guilt growing on her face. “Why are you knee deep in baby powder?”

“Emma decided she preferred it on the floor.”

A reluctant smile staggers across her face. “I see. So, you’re diaper shopping?”

Oh, come on. “So we’re going to pretend nothing happened last night? Okay.”

“I’m just asking—”

This is going to be fun. “You look flustered. What’s wrong?”

She tries to collect herself, inhaling a shaky breath. “Nothing’s wrong!”

“I guess no one expects to run into their one-night stand at Target.”

Chloe blushes scarlet.

Busted.

“Now you’re blushing. That wouldn’t have anything to do with sneaking out of my house in the middle of the night, would it?”

“Spare me the sermon, all right?”

“You took a ride and left me wet in the barn.”

A violet blush rises to her cheeks. “Whatever.”

“You took a trip to pound town and left without saying goodbye.”

She gives me a pointed glare. “Okay.”

“We opened the gates of Mordor. You went in without me.”

“I get it.”

“There was a banana in the fruit salad—”

“Give it a rest! We fucked last night. Yes. I know.”

“Uck!” Emma’s voice rings out, as clear as a bell.

Chloe gasps, clapping her hands over her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.”

“You rode me and ditched me. Now you’re teaching my daughter to swear? Bad manners, Doc.”