Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(11)

He swung around to a panel on the wall and tapped on the screen. The room glowed with dim orange lights.

"Candle light?" I searched his eyes.

"I want to see you," he growled.

I felt the pit in my core seize with want at his naughty words. He  wasn't the only one. I wanted to see him too-every ounce of his ripped  naked body. I didn't care if it was electric or computerized light. It  didn't matter as long as I got to feast my eyes on him.

Luke dropped me in the center of the bed and crawled toward me. I felt  like prey and the lion was prowling toward his kill. His teeth grazed  over my collarbone.

My nails dug into his back, desperate to pull the shirt off of him. I  tugged the edges, letting my nails drag over his skin as I freed him  from the shirt.

I traced the lines of ink running up the side of his oblique. The  symbols were interlaced in an intricate design, crawling across his  taunt muscle. The tattoo started at his ribs and wrapped behind his  back. I wanted to ask what it meant, but I dug into his skin instead,  feeding my need to feel the heat of his body.

My fingertips grazed the rigid lines of his bare chest. His eyes  darkened, watching me explore his athletic body. He was built for  endurance. Trained for strength and power. Every muscle connected to  another one just as toned and beautiful as the last. I tried to wrap my  hands around his biceps, failing to complete a circle before he  maneuvered me right where he wanted me-pinned under him.

I sucked in the air around me. God, he was massive. He was certain with every move he made.

His fingers quickly picked at my buttons until my shirt was lying open.  His mouth fired kisses against the tops of my breasts while I squirmed  under him, needing more. Needing it faster. Needing all of him in a  fury.         

     



 

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." He growled into my neck, as he nipped behind my ear and across my throat.

I moaned when I felt his hand slide between my stomach and my jeans. He  twisted my panties against my skin and I whimpered, feeling his fingers  rub between my legs. He knew it was my desire for him that had made  them.

I was aching. Every part of my body wanting to feel his touch. Wanting  the roughness of him to remind me of how alive I was. I needed Luke to  let me be a woman. Not a symbol of morality. I wanted the kind of night a  man like him could offer.

His lips hovered over my breasts, blowing gently before his teeth  snatched the lace of my bra away and my nipples hardened under his  stare. I pushed up, shoving them toward his mouth. He clamped against  the hard point, sucking and growling while I pressed the back of his  head tighter to my chest.

I didn't care if he bruised me. I didn't care if he bit me. I wanted my  body to feel this tomorrow. I wanted to be able to remember the way Luke  made me feel. I liked how he played rough and with intention.

He unclipped the back of my bra, granting him access to both nipples,  and threw it across the room. While he flicked one with his tongue, he  pinched the other with his fingers, rolling it with control until I  screamed for more. The shivers ran through me as he suckled my tits with  the fire of his tongue.

He had a wicked smiled on his face.

I arched under him, coaxing him to keep going.

"You're a surprise, Lexi Wilde." Even the deep timbre in his voice made me hot for him.

"But you're not." I clung to his neck, pulling him toward for me a kiss.  His tongue shoved inside my mouth. He was everything I thought he would  be. A walking sex machine, with a way to back up his reputation.

"I bet I could still surprise you," he taunted.

His fingers slid over my stomach and down my hips. He pushed me against  the mattress until his knees landed on the floor between my legs,  tugging my precious boots off my feet.

"I like these. They're hot, little cowgirl," he said as he placed them next to the bed.

He tucked his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans, peeling them off my thighs until they were piled on the floor.

The first kiss started at my ankle and then moved to my calf. His hand  pushed my opposite thigh wide as he kissed up the other leg. I felt the  thrill of what was about to happen. I tried to steady myself, but by the  time he was against my center I was panting in bursts of want.

He licked his lips. His eyes bore down between my legs like the hungry  lion he was. "You should know ever since I saw you on that stage this is  all I wanted to do to you."

I groaned. "What? What did you want to do?" My voice was raspy, unrecognizable, and sexy.

"Lick you. Suck you. Dip my tongue inside you. Taste you come in my mouth."

I'd never felt so exposed, or so turned on. His hand pried the white  satin away from my folds. The satin was soaking wet. I heard the fabric  rip as his hands tore into the lace at my hips. Holy shit. All I could  do was wait as he prepared to devour me. One hand splayed across the  flatness of my stomach while the other pushed my other knee wide and  then with lightning flicks his tongue plunged in and out of me.

"Oh, God." I writhed under him wildly.

He circled my entrance, tasting and sucking. Licking and kissing against  my clit. The more I tried to move, the lower his palm pressed, pinning  me to his bed. The ache was so deep it was painful. I wanted the  release. I wanted him to lick me into the most explosive orgasm of my  life. I rocked into the rough stubble of his face, while he dipped and  twirled his tongue. The sensations ran through me like electric pulses.

I couldn't hold off any longer. I didn't want to. I wanted the feeling  to clutch me and blind me with ecstasy. I grabbed his head, threading my  fingers through his dark hair. I throbbed from the inside out.

"Luke," I whimpered. "Oh, God. Please. Please. I'm going to come."

He drew a slow lick upward. "Show me," he demanded.

I looked down as his eyes locked on mine. I could see the lust in his  eyes, and I couldn't look away. My hands lost control as I grabbed my  nipples and rubbed my breasts harder as the waves jolted through me.  Each one was harder than the last. I felt the vibrations of his growl as  he coiled his tongue deep inside, driving my orgasm to the surface.         

     



 

Luke clamped against my clit, daring me to break the stare, but I  couldn't. I wanted him to see me come. I wanted him to see what my body  could do. I wanted him to know I was sexy and alive, and for tonight I  was his.





9





Luke





I kissed the inside of her thigh, my cock was so hard I thought it could  split through my jeans. The way she came in my mouth was enough to make  me lose it. I don't know why I thought she'd taste like anything other  than sweet sugar. She was heaven against my tongue.

I unzipped my pants and shoved them off my legs.

I kissed the soft skin around her navel, moving my lips over her breasts. I slowly licked her tits.

"I want to fuck you."

Her eyes flickered. "That's why I'm here." Her nails scratched along my  back, and all I could think about was sinking into her. Rocking her hard  little body into oblivion.

"My way," I explained. "No rules. No lines." I bit on her nipple, waiting for her to cry out, but she mewed with pleasure.

Lexi was a fucking goddess. She had no idea what she was doing to me.  The sounds coming from her throat made me hard. The way her lips parted  fucking tore me in half. I wanted to kiss her, but I also wanted to see  them wrapped around my cock.

"I want your way, Luke."

I reached for the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the drawer. I ripped the corner with my teeth.

"Wait." She stopped me.

Her hands immediately wrapped around my erection, rubbing and massaging me with gentle pumping motions.

I leaned back on my heels, feeling the warmth of her hands and her thumb  press against the sensitive spot under my tip. She spread the dew over  the head and pumped some more until I knew I didn't want any more  foreplay. I wanted to be buried inside this girl.

I picked up the condom from the bed and handed it to her.

"Necessary evil." I winked.

She rolled it on effortlessly and I didn't have any control left. I  could taste her on my tongue. My cock was pulsing to get a taste of her  too.

I settled between her legs, spreading them wide. She was wet and ready  for me. The first orgasm had been for her. The next one was for me. I  rubbed my tip over her clit, drawing a moan from those sexy lips and  plunged into her sweet, soaking entrance with one long stroke.

"Fuck," I growled, feeling her stretch around my dick as I drove my cock home.

She tipped her hips upward, clenching around me, pulling me deeper, dragging me toward her lips.

I kissed her furiously while I moved in and out of her. With every  thrust she tried to hold me inside and I resisted her, sliding out to do  it again. Her hips rocked and tipped under me.

"I want to ride you," she breathed. "Let me, please."

I rolled on my back, pulling her on top, marveling at her gorgeous body.  It was a damn shame she was always covered up, because she had the tits  of a goddess. I watched them bounce as she rode me, moaning and  grinding into me.