Play Maker(54)

I saw the implication of my words hit him, almost as if a light bulb had gone on over his head.

“Which means—” he said slowly.

“Which means you get to drive me in your car. Back to your hotel.”

He just stared at me for a moment and then before I could even react, grabbed my hand and practically carried me out of the restaurant. By the time we got to the car, we were both laughing and I could feel my pulse jumping in my wrist, a flush spreading across my skin. I climbed into the convertible and buckled my seatbelt. But James didn’t start the car. When I looked over at him, he had a serious look on his face.

“What about Mikey?” he asked.

My heart melted. Oh boy. I was falling hard for this guy. And I was falling fast.

I put my hand over James’. “He’s fine,” I told him. “He’s playing video games with my mom and they’re ordering pizza. He gave me his blessing to stay out.”

A grin spread across James’ face. “Well, then. I guess it’s the perfect time to see exactly how fast this car can go.”



I didn’t have any reason to be nervous, but my palms were sweating and my heart was pounding as we reached James’ hotel suite. This wasn’t just some one night stand anymore. We were two people who liked each other. Two people on a date. It suddenly felt real. James and me. Dating. James, the soon-to-be-former football star and me, the bartender.

James seemed to notice me hesitating at the door. He took my hand.

“I’m not in any rush,” he said. Then, cupping my face, he tilted my head towards his and kissed me. The bills of our new baseball caps knocked against each other, but I barely noticed, my entire being focused on how perfect his mouth felt against mine. The kiss was soft and sweet and incredible. My body tightened with anticipation and it didn’t take long for me to deepen the kiss, parting my lips, my tongue seeking his.

Wrapping my hands around his waist I pulled him against me, feeling the hard ridge of his cock against my belly. We had been here before, but it felt different this time and I wanted to savor it.

“Let’s go inside,” I murmured, pulling my lips from his. The last thing I wanted was to give the hotel staff a shock if one of them happened upon James’ floor.

He deftly removed the keycard from his pocket and with a mechanical whir and click, the door was open and we were inside, fumbling for each other’s clothing. After all, just because I wanted to savor him, didn’t mean that I wanted to do it with our clothes on. Naked savoring was always better.

The baseball caps hit the ground, followed by his shirt, then my shirt, my bra, my pants, thong and finally his pants and briefs. I ran my hands over the hard planes of his body, unable to stop touching him. My fingers traveled downward, tracing his six pack, but before I could reach his cock, his hand stopped me.

“I won’t be able to control myself,” he warned. “And there’s so much I want to do to you.”

God, I loved his accent. “Tell me what you want to do to me,” I purred, leaning forward and pressing my tits against his chest. He groaned and I felt it, my nipples hardening.

Then, without warning, he bent and hoisted me over his shoulder like he was a caveman. I shouldn’t have liked it, but I did.

“First, I want to get you on that bed,” he told me, giving my ass a swat as he carried me into the bedroom like I weighed no more than a pillow. Immediately, I found myself on my back, the bed beneath me, James on top of me.

I wiggled against him, loving the way his muscular form felt stretched out over mine.

“I’m on the bed,” I murmured in his ear. “Now what are you going to do to me?”

“Hmm.” James’ hands slid down my body, curving over my breast and hip. He stopped at my leg.

“How’s your knee doing?” he asked, drawing a circle around my bandaged knee.

“It aches,” I purred.

“Does it now?” James grinned and lowered his mouth to place a kiss just above it. And then below it. “How about now?”

“Better,” I shifted underneath him.

“But you want more…” he finished for me.

I nodded, arching up as his hand smoothed back up my thigh and then dipped down between my thighs.

I gasped as his finger found my center.

“Now…” He circled his thumb around my clit. “Let’s see how loud I can make you scream.”

Then he lifted his gorgeous body off of mine and moved downward, replacing his fingers with his mouth. Pleasure flooded through every inch of me as his tongue stroked me. My knees fell open as he slid one finger inside and then another, the dual sensations making me arch off the bed.

“Ooooh,” I moaned, my fingers tangled in his hair, his mouth exactly where I wanted it to be. Then, as he slid a third finger inside me, my orgasm hit and I cried out, my body shuddering beneath his touch.

James rose from between my knees, his finger still stroking my clit as he reached into his jeans for a condom. I was still riding the high of my orgasm when the head of his cock nudged against my opening. I arched my hips up towards him, the sensation making my toes curl.

He took his time sliding inside, inch by agonizing inch. “You’re so tight,” he groaned in my ear, his cock sheathed inside me. “And so wet.”

Then he started to move, easing out slowly, burying himself deeper with each thrust.