Play Maker(55)

“Yes,” I cried as he picked up speed, my hips undulating wildly to meet his pace. “Oh god, yes!”

“Oh, Nicole,” his voice was rough in my ear, a thrill running through me at the sound of my name on his lips. “You feel so f*cking good.” He emphasized each word with a thrust, and by the end of the sentence I was coming all over again.

Before I could recover from the earth-shattering glory of that orgasm, I found myself pulled off the bed as James rolled onto his back, still buried within me. Settling on top of him, I slid even deeper, causing a groan that vibrated through both of our bodies. He felt so good, and even though I had already come twice, I wanted more. I wanted to come with him, to feel him lose control.

“God save the Queen,” James muttered, his eyes fluttering closed as I began to ride him.

“Oh no, baby.” I leaned forward, circling my hips. “I think you want to watch this.”

He opened his eyes and I found they were burning with desire. Just seeing the intensity in them almost made me come, but I wasn’t going to let myself until I pushed him to the edge. Taking his hands, I guided them to my tits. My nipples were aching for his touch, and when his thumbs caressed them, I moaned and threw my head back, my hips continuing to tease him.

Suddenly, he shifted beneath me, one hand wrapping around my back as he sat up, his cock going so deep inside me that I cried out with pleasure. I hooked my ankles behind his hips, continuing to ride him. I could see sweat forming on his temple as he clenched his jaw, clearly trying to maintain control. I wasn’t going to let him have it.

“For f*cksakes,” he choked out, before lowering his mouth to my eager nipples.

I moaned, arching my back and thrusting my tits against his talented tongue. His hands cupped them, alternating his mouth between them, his thumb teasing the one his lips were neglecting. I could feel my orgasm building in my belly, but I wasn’t ready to come. Not without him.

But the rest of my body had a different idea, my hips especially. They undulated frantically, greedy and eager for release. James moved his hands to my ass, guiding me as I rode his cock harder and harder. His fingers dug into my hips and I could sense he was close. I knew I was.

“I’m going to come,” I moaned, my lips close to his mouth, hoping the dirty talk worked both ways. “I’m going to come so hard on your cock.”

It did. His rhythm became frantic and I could do nothing but hold on, my own orgasm finally hitting me like a wave. My body clenched around him and letting out a groan, he thrust deep inside of me one last time. Pleasure overcame my senses as he came, my name on his lips.





32





James





There was a very good chance I would never get enough of this woman. That realization came to me as I gathered her into my arms, both of us naked and still catching our breath. I was not a guy who enjoyed the whole post-coital spooning thing, but I had to say, lying here, with her gorgeous curves pressed up against my very satisfied cock, had me reconsidering my previous aversion to it. Or maybe, as I was discovering, Nicole just seemed to be the exception to all my rules.

The f*ck with rules. I pulled her closer, the scent of her, of peppermint and whiskey, surrounding me. Yep. I could die happy right now.

Of course, at that moment, my stomach rumbled.

“Really?” Nicole murmured, glancing over her shoulder at me. “You’re hungry again? We just ate.”

Damn, she was gorgeous, especially with her messy hair and just-been-f*cked eyes. Even my exhausted cock stirred at the sight of her. She must have felt it because her eyes widened a little. Oh yeah, I was hungry again. But in more ways than one.

Before I could gear up for round two, though, my stomach gurgled again. I was hungry. And then Nicole’s stomach growled as well. She laughed and clamped her hand over it.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s hungry,” I teased her. Guess we had both burned off lunch with that vigorous workout of ours.

“What do we do?” she asked, purposely playing ignorant. We both knew exactly what was going to happen.

Reluctantly I pulled away from her warmth to grab the room service menu, but not before giving her a long, lingering kiss. A wonderful warmth spread through my chest and it wasn’t until I had ordered and climbed back in the bed that I realized where it had come from.

This was the first time Nicole hadn’t left after sex. She was still here, snuggling up against me, her blonde hair spread out across the pillow, her lips red and curved in a smile. There was no grabbing for her clothes or scrambling for her bag. No. She was just here, in my arms, like she belonged there.

The feeling of rightness surprised me.

Then Nicole lifted her head so abruptly that she almost clipped me in the chin.

“You’re retiring from soccer,” she said as if it had just sunk it.

“Football,” I corrected playfully. “But yes, that’s correct.”

“Why?”

I propped myself on my elbow. “Because, I want to leave when I’m ready. When I’m happy with what I’ve accomplished. And that’s where I’m at right now. I’ve done what I wanted to do.”

“And you’re going to work at a charity.”

I nodded. “I’m going to work with a charity. It’s called For Foster Kids,” I ran a hand through my hair, suddenly a little self-conscious.