Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(67)

We’re grinding against each other, gasping and pulling at each other’s clothes. I wrap my leg around his waist, groaning as his fingers push my panties to the side and find me soaking wet and ready for him. I can feel the hot throb of his cock, pulsing against my leg through his jeans.

He’s so hard against me, and there’s something so hot about him taking me like this.

Taking what’s his.

Austin reaches over and opens the passenger side door to the SUV. I moan as he suddenly spins me around and growls into my ear.

“Get in.”

I start to climb into the car, when his hands slide over my hips, pulling my ass back until I’m kneeling there in the passenger seat with my skirt around my waist.

His fingers find my panties, and I gasp as he yanks them down to my knees.

Oh God.

His mouth sears against me, and I moan out loud, clawing at the car seat as his tongue pushes deep. His hands slide over my ass, pulling me into him and teasing over my skin. His fingers slide between my legs, finding my clit and rolling it under his thumb as I arch my back, pushing back into him.

I’m panting, moaning, knowing that anyone could walk out here and see us.

It’s like the final, illicitly filthy piece of the puzzle, and suddenly I’m coming.

Coming like a bomb going off.

I scream out my release, crying his name as I go to pieces under his wicked, velvet tongue.

The back door to the club bangs open as drunken club-goers tumble out, laughing and lighting cigarettes.

“Get in,” he whispers in my ear, gently pushing me inside the car before he shuts my door.

I’m still trying to catch my breath, slumped in the seat like a hot mess with my climax still buzzing through my body and my panties tangled at my ankles.

Holy shit.

Austin slams the door shut on his side as he guns the engine. He turns to me, a look of pure, raw lust on his face.

“I’m not done with you yet, you know. Not by a damn mile, princess.”





34





Natalie




My heart is racing, pulse pounding in my veins as we roar through the streets of LA. My body is on fire, still buzzing and shaking from the quick and dirty climax at his hands - and his mouth - back in the parking lot.

I’m still sprawled in the passenger seat of his Land Rover, staring at the man behind the wheel.

Cool, cocky, dominant.

Possessive.

And there’s still something insanely hot about his actions tonight, however caveman and however overly macho they are. There’s something biological that tugs at something deep inside of me about him storming into a place to come claim me, like I’m his.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, his eyes darting towards mine in the darkness of the car. Streetlights and neon signs cast streaks of light across his face as we drive past them, temporarily illuminating the inside of the car and glinting off the fire in his eyes.

“Play with your pussy,” he says darkly, a passing sign casting an orange glow across his face.

I swallow, panting. “Here?”

“Spread your legs,” he growls, his hands tight on the wheel. “Let me see how wet you are.”

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, blinking quickly at him as I feel the surge well up inside of me.

“Bossy?”

He doesn’t even turn from the road. “You haven’t seen me bossy.”

“Maybe you should fix that.”

He does turn then, his eyes barely containing the lust and the need bottled up behind them.

But I’m doing what he says. I’m sitting back against the door and pulling my knees up to my chest, spreading them. My skirt bunches at my waist, my panties still in a tangle on the floor of the car.

Austin groans, darting quick looks my way and watching as I let my fingers slide over my pussy. I don’t know what he’s doing to me, to make me like this - that makes me want to go actually crazy and do insane things like this.

Like, masturbate in a moving car for my “husband.”

I moan softly at the thought of being so bad for him - of doing something so naughty like this. My breath comes staggered as I ease a finger inside, letting my other hand slowly rub circles over my aching clit. My head falls back against the tinted window behind me, gasping as the feeling melts through me.

“God you’re fucking wet,” he groans, his hands tightening even more on the wheel. The car jerks slightly, and I gasp, my body shivering with the thrill.

“Eyes on the road, mister,” I say breathily.

“You’re making that very hard.”

“Anything else?” I rake my nails across my bottom lip coyly, eyes flashing at him. “Anything else I’m making hard?”

He grins. “So much for my clean little house wife.”