Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(253)

“Tie me up again; like last time.” Her voice is tight, her face flush with desire; “Tie me up, tie me down, and make me yours.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it instantly has my cock harder than it’s ever been.

Chelsea yelps as I grab her wrists and pull them behind her back. I can feel her breath catching quicker and faster as I snatch up her panties from where we’ve previously discarded them amongst the sheets, and start to wrap them around her wrists, pulling them together and knotting them.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

She’s moaning out words and I’m still barely even touching her. I grab the belt from my shorts and start to loop it around her ankles, pulling it tight as she moans into the sheets until I cinch it tightly and sit back to admire my handwork; it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

My blood is pumping like fire as I move back behind her, holding her by her tied and trussed wrists as I ease my cock against her dripping wet pussy. She whimpers as I start to push in, and I’m choking out a gasp at how unbelievably tight she is as I slowly slide every inch of myself into her.

“So good!” She moans out, unable to move and impaled on my shaft.

Jesus Christ this girl is fucking perfect.

She writhes and undulates beneath me as much as she can as I start to fuck her like that; perfect, prim Chelsea Archer tied up and at my mercy and whimpering for my cock. The pure rush of it sends a charge through my whole being, and I start to rock in and out of her faster and faster. My muscled hips pummel and slap against the sweet curve of her ass, and her moaning cries of pleasure are like a symphony in my ear as she melts under my touch.

“Faster! Oh fuck yes!” She cries out, arching back into me as much as she can as her body begins to tremble. Her cheek is against the sheets, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth parted as her breath pants through her perfect lips. I grab her hips tightly in my hands as I thrust into her hard and deep, moving my hips faster and faster in time with her angelic cries. She’s so impossibly tight with her legs strapped together like that, and I’m gritting my teeth as I slide my cock in and out of her faster and faster, down to the very base on every thrust.

“Fuck me harder! Oh GOD yes!”

And when she comes, it’s like a bomb going off as she absolutely explodes around me. The shockwaves of her orgasm rock through me as she clamps down tight around my cock, and I roar out her name as I erupt inside of her.



She’s curled in my arms later, nestled tight against me as we lie on the bed and look out the open balcony doors at the ocean.

“Chelsea?”

We’ve been talking about whatever; about life, and funny stories from her childhood and my smuggling days, but she’s gone suddenly quiet halfway through talking about the time she sprained her wrist as a kid.

I lift my head off the pillow and look to find her eyes closed and the quiet sound of her breathing the only response to my question. I grin to myself as I lean down to kiss her eyelids before settling back and looking up at the ceiling.

God what the fuck is happening to me with this girl? I’m kissing eyelids, and telling stories about childhood; I’m fucking cuddling. I’m fairly positive I’ve never cuddled in my whole damn life. Part of me is freaking out, and wondering when the other shoe is going to drop, but I quickly shove that negative asshole part of my inner voice out of my head.

Because call it whatever you want; maybe it’s some sort of Stockholm Syndrome thing where I’m actually falling for my captor, or maybe I’m just out of practice of being on the run.

But no, fuck that. It doesn’t matter what the cause is, because the only thing that matters right then is this angel safe in my arms.

And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she stays just like that; safe, and in my arms.





24





Chelsea




I'm toying with the last of my late breakfast, pushing the eggs and fruit around my plate as I let my mind wander to what might happen in the next twenty-four hours.

Because in twenty-four hours, this whole thing - whatever this thing may be - officially has an expiration date.

Koufax's words echo emptily around my head; “Keep him in place and stay where you are. I'll be down by tomorrow with a team for extraction.” He chuckles quietly, almost to himself; “You've done a hell of a job, Agent; a hell of a job. Just stay where you are.”

Except staying where I am is pretty hard when I've already been hurling so fast from where I was a few days ago. At this point, I don't even know if I could stop if I wanted to. And quite suddenly, I don't want this to end. Whatever this thing is between Javier and I - the criminal and the cop like some sort of cliche from a movie - I want to see where it goes and what happens next.