Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(59)

He growls as he kisses me hotly, before dropping my hands and pulling off my bra. I slide my fingers into his hair, closing my eyes and letting my head hang back as his mouth moves lower over the rise of my breast.

I can feel his cock, pulsing thick and hot against my leg through his gym shorts. I drop my hands to his waist, sliding them inside and feeling him groan as I wrap my small hands around that thick muscle between his legs. His lips fasten around my nipple, his hands moving down to pull at the button and zipper of my jeans as I stroke him and arch my hips towards him.

His hands slide down to my ass, and I suddenly gasp as he lifts me up. My legs go around his waist as he spins us around, his mouth still hot on my neck.

The first level surface we hit is the island in the center of the kitchen. Austin clears it with a sweep of his arm, sending glass, and fruit, and a vase of flowers shattering across the floor. He rests me on the edge of the counter, draping me across it as he moves between my legs to crush his lips to mine.

It’s a blur as I somehow get my jeans and my panties down my legs, and then I’m panting as I watch him drop his shorts - his chiseled, inked body glistening rock hard in all the perfect places.

Yeah, this is what I want.

This is what I need.

Raw, hot, and mindless, with no strings attached - something animalistic and primal to make me feel.

He drops down, pushing my legs apart as his velvet tongue drags hotly across my slit. I moan, draping back across the counter as he slings my legs over his shoulders and cups my ass, swirling his tongue across my clit. I’m gasping, clawing at the butcher-block wood beneath me as his tongue drives me higher and higher. I arch my back, crying out his name as his wicked tongue gets me right to the edge.

He’s pulling away, grinning smugly at the look of disappointment on my face. But then he’s there - bare and raw against me as his hand strokes his gorgeous cock.

I moan as he teases my opening, the thick head dragging through my wetness and teasing over my clit before I realize we’re not using a condom.

I look up at his face, but he seems to read my thoughts plainly as he brings his mouth down to mine, kissing me hotly.

“I’m clean,” he whispers into my mouth before he kisses me again. “Got checked the day before I met you actually.” His eyes flash into mine, his breath hot across my lips. “Are you…?”

I nod. “I’m on the pill.”

He hesitates a second longer before I wrap my legs around his muscled waist, slip my hand into his hair, and yank his mouth to mine.

“Please fuck me.”

He drives in with one, clean stroke, and I cry out into his shoulder. He’s so thick, and so deep inside me, his cock filling and stretching me so damn perfectly that I see stars. He groans into my neck, his cock pulsing deep inside of me as I claw at his back.

He pulls almost all the way out before driving back in, his hands sliding over my soft skin and holding me tight as he does the whole thing all over again. The feel of his hands on my hips, his lips dragging across the small of my neck, his muscles rolling like coiled steel under my fingers has me panting for him. I’m rocking my hips to meet his thrusts, urging him harder and faster and deeper with my legs around his waist.

And this is exactly what I wanted.

When I come, I’m screaming into his skin, leaving lines across his back and teeth marks in his neck as the world blurs around me. He roars out my name, his hands holding me tight as he drives in to the hilt and pulses hot inside of me.

And he’s not even done. He picks me up, my legs tightening around his waist as he carries me through the house, upstairs, and into his bedroom - still so thick and so hard, still buried inside of me.

In his bed, we take our time. In his bed, there’s less urgency, and more learning about each other and the way that we move together. I lose track of how many times my mind goes blank with sweet, blissful orgasm - riding him, under him, clawing at the sheets and screaming into my arm as he takes me from behind.

This is exactly what I needed.



In the morning light, the reality of it all hits me as I wake in his arms.

God, I slept with Austin Taylor.

I slept with the biggest player in the country - the man with the legendary track record.

…and it was great.

I grin widely at the thought, my body still tingling, and buzzing, and so deliciously sore.

Because last night was better than good - better than great.

Last night was a damn religious experience.

Part of me can’t believe I actually did it, or that it actually happened, but the other part knows it’s what I wanted.

What we both needed.

Of course this whole thing - whatever it is, and however this changes it - does have an end date.