Ballers with Benefits (Double Play Series Book 3)

by Nicole Rodrigues

  One of her heels drop to the floor as she slides her leg out of her jeans, leaving the other heel on. She lifts that thick thigh up, hooking it over my shoulder, rocking her hips into my face. She digs that sexy red bottom heel into my back, and I wrap my arm around her thigh, keeping her body in place and taking all the pleasure I’m delivering to her.

  “Ride my face angel, take it,” I growl.

  I look up at her expression as she grits her teeth, her head falling back to the door as her eyes close. She grabs my head with both hands and grinds into my face, riding me so damn fast and hard and it's so fucking sexy. I drop a hand down to my crotch and unzip my jeans to give my dick some room. It's painfully hard and straining against the fabric.

  Her nails dig into my scalp, massaging my head as she moans through her teeth, moving her hips frantically, chasing that peak.

  “Damon,” she gasps.

  I feel her walls squeeze my fingers and her leg tightens around my neck. She pushes up into my face a few more times, the other heel dropping to the floor and then pulls back on my hair, dropping her leg off my shoulder.

  Her breathing is ragged and she puts both hands on my chin, bringing me back to my feet. She smashes our lips together, her tongue invading my mouth, licking her own juices off my lips and I smile.

  “Thirsty angel? I got something for you if you are.”

  “Yes, drop your jeans, right now,” she pants falling to her knees in front of me.

  I pull back her curly hair as she pulls my jeans down with my boxers. My cock springs free and she launches at it, gobbling it down in one gulp, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat.

  “Ah fuck Bella,” I groan.

  I fist my hand in her hair, keeping it away from her face, but really, I’m grounding myself. My other hand goes up to the door, holding up my weak body because my legs start to tense and shake underneath her expert mouth. I’m so damn close already and I need to keep it together a little longer.

  I feel her hands move under my thick length to massage my balls and then her mouth is there, her warm, soft mouth engulfing both my balls and then popping off. She holds my dick up, launching for my balls again and slips her tongue behind them, licking that sensitive spot there and I groan.

  “Jesus Bella, I-”

  Her hand pumps my shaft as her lips and mouth devour my balls and that spot.

  “Shit, you're gonna make me come. I'm so close...so fucking close.”

  She moves her mouth back over me again, taking my shaft as deep as she can and she moans, the vibration on my tip my undoing.

  “Bella…” I try to pull out of her mouth, but she reaches behind me, grabbing my ass. The movement pushes me into her throat again and all my willpower leaves my body as I explode down her throat with a loud curse. She keeps her mouth wrapped around my shaft and smiles as she swallows it all down.

  “What the hell are you doing to me angel?” I ask dumbfounded.

  I never came that fast in my life and I can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. This woman's mouth has just become my latest addiction.

  She gets to her feet, buttoning up her jeans and wipes her mouth with her forearm smirking and it is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “I think I just fuckin’ rocked your world, no?” she whispers.

  She slaps my chest as she walks out of the closet, leaving me there scratching my damned head with my jeans are my ankles and my still hard dick hanging out.

  Well shit, she did.

  Bella

  I walk over to Nicholas and Lacey practically banging against the bar wall and tap him on the shoulder.

  “Hate to break up this party, but I’m gonna head out. You comin’ Lace?” I ask.

  She wipes her mouth, smirking at Nicholas and kisses his cheek. I see her blush and I momentarily think I’m hallucinating. Lacey doesn’t blush.

  “Gimme your phone, Hulk,” she says reaching into his back pocket.

  He types in the code as she’s holding it and she clicks a couple of things on the screen before she moves her arm around him and puts it back in his pocket.

  “Call me, okay?”

  She winks and starts to walk away.

  “Wait, you’re really leaving?” he asks grabbing her arm.

  “Chicks before dicks, even though I reallyyyyyy wanted yours tonight. Like I said, call me.”

  Without another word, we head towards the entrance of the bar and I pull up the Uber app on my phone. One will be here in three minutes and I look over to Lacey.

  “That was fast,” I scoff.

  “Oh, shut up, don’t act like you didn’t just have Johnson’s johnson down your throat five minutes ago.”

  “How the hell-”

  “Your lips are blowjob swollen. They're usually puffy but not that puffy,” she says pointing to my face.

  I touch my lips and a small smile forms on my face.

  “All we did was make out and he felt my tits. I actually really like him, he’s funny,” Lacey says.

  “When did y’all even talk? I looked over as soon as we walked in the bar and your legs were already wrapped around his back.”

  “We talked, we kissed, I like him. End of story. Don’t analyze it, Bella. Why the hell are we leavin’ so early anyway?”

  “I know when to bow out. It was time. I...he scares the shit out of me, to be honest. I don't even know who I am when I'm with him, I become this...other person.”

  “Well if you can handle it, then blow on my girl. If you ask me, this ‘other person’ is finally livin’ her damn life. Don't bring back borin’ Bella, keep this one, please.”

  I push Lacey and laugh as the Uber pulls up and we hop in the back. Lacey leans her head on my shoulder and I think about what she said.

  Don’t analyze it. Is that what I do? I’m pretty sure I played it cool, leaving Damon in the closet to pull himself together and then leaving the bar without another word. I can do this meaningless sex without feelings thing, right?

  New Bella, keep this new Bella, I repeat to myself.

  Chapter 9

  Damon

  I can’t believe she left. That thought is still on my mind three days later when I haven’t heard a fucking word from Bella. Surprisingly, Nico hasn’t stopped talking about Lacey. The two of them hit it off and they haven’t stopped texting since.

  Not Bella though, even when I went back for physical therapy she was “out on break”. Complete bullshit, I saw right through Normani’s lie but what was I supposed to do? She is making me crazy and I’m done waiting around for what I want. What I want is her, Bella Gavinwood, underneath me, naked.

  I take out my phone, not giving a shit if I’m the first one to get in touch with her and dial her number. It rings a couple of times and I’m convinced she isn’t gonna pick up before I hear her breathless voice.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, it’s me. What’s up?”

  “Damon?”

  “Yep, who else?”

  “Oh hey, what’s goin’ on?”

  “What are you doing for Valentine’s Day tomorrow, you got plans or you wanna spend it with me?”

  I hear her whisper something to someone and I feel a twinge in my chest. This was stupid, what the fuck am I doing?

  “That’s uh...that sounds like somethin’ a boyfriend would ask a girlfriend Damon. I thought we weren’t doin’ that?”

  “We don’t have to call it a Valentine’s date. We can just call it a...benefits date.”

  She laughs and I smile, loving the sound of her happiness. What the hell, her happiness?

  “Okay, I’m okay with that. What did you have in mind?”

  “Well your aunt actually scheduled some kind of Valentine's Day gala tomorrow. It would look really good for me to be there and I was kind of hoping you’d be my date. Strictly benefits date though, promise.”

  “She did huh, how convenient.”

  I hear her whispering something again and she sounds angry. I hear shuffling and loo
k at the phone making sure she didn’t hang up on me.

  “Alright, I’ll go with you. Pick me up?”

  “Sure. It starts at 7. I can come swing by with the limo around 6:45?”

  “Make it 6 if you can.”

  “I...okay. I mean we’ll get there really early, but sure I can do 6.”

  “Well I hope you can do more than that. See you tomorrow.”

  She hangs up the phone and I stare at it, confused as hell. This is supposed to be my forte, making them eat out of the palm of my hand. Being in a relationship with Brynn the past year really knocked me off my game.

  Sex Damon, this is sex.

  Bella

  “Do I look okay?” I ask as I stand in the door of Lacey’s bedroom.

  She looks up from her phone and then drops it on the bed.

  “Holy shit, do you look okay? Are you kiddin’ me right now? Jesus Bella!”

  I spin around in a circle, making the material of my long red dress swirl. I have a long slit up the left side of my leg and the top has thin spaghetti straps that drop the front of the dress low, showing off a decent amount of cleavage.

  “I feel like a ho,” I say putting my hand on my hip. “Is there too much boob?”

  “No way! You look stunnin’. Damon’s dick is gonna suffocate in his pants.”

  “Oh my God, you’re the worst,” I laugh. “I’ll be back tonight, are you goin’ out?”

  “Nope. Hulk might come over to put his notch in my bedpost. He’ll be gone before you get home though, don’t worry.”

  “Have you ever spent the night with someone besides...you know who?” I ask eying her.

  We don't talk much about him, the unspoken rule, but it slipped.

  “Ignorin’ that comment and nope. Don’t plan on it. I like Hulk but I like sleepin’ in my bed alone more.”

  She shrugs and picks her phone back up laying back on her bed.

  “Have fun, be careful,” she says.

  “Thanks, you too. Love ya.”

  “Love ya too.”

  I walk towards the kitchen, picking up my purse as I hear the buzzer ring. I smile knowing full well what I have planned for Damon tonight.

  “I'll be right out,” I say through the buzzer.

  I shut the door and lock it behind me and walk down the hall to the elevator. I feel my smile break out on my face and quickly wipe it off.

  Damon has quickly become someone I look forward to seeing and it shouldn't be that way. I try to remember the last time I actually did something crazy like I am with Damon. I really can't think of one scenario and that solidifies my decision to continue with this arrangement between the two of us. I'm doing something that scares me but also gets my heart pumping with excitement. I want this feeling for as long as it will last.

  I get to the front door of my apartment building and Damon turns around as I step outside. I catch myself before I fall, literally. My heel gets caught on the door saddle and I reach out and grab the railing.

  Holy shit!

  Damon is in a fitted black tux and his hair is neatly slicked back, showcasing that perfect face. He shaved and the hairless look makes the dimple in his right cheek indent even more.

  My God.

  “You...wow...I...I clearly need a minute to formulate some sort of greeting,” he says raising his eyebrows to his forehead laughing.

  “You look ‘wow..I...I…’ too,” I smirk.

  His hand slides to my lower back as he opens the door to the limo and lets me in. He shuts it behind me and walks around to the other side of the limo and sits in next to me.

  A man that knows a woman cannot scoot over in a dress like this. Swoon.

  “Okay, I think I'm ready to start that again. Hi Bella, you look absolutely, drop dead, fucking gorgeous and I am going to have to fight off every schmuck that thinks he has the right to even breathe in your presence,” he says taking my hand and kissing the top.

  I laugh and shake my head.

  “Oh my Gosh, you are such a cheeseball. This is not a date Damon, let's stop this right now and be honest about why we're both here.”

  I slide my hand up his thigh and rub him through his dress pants. Hard as steel. Bingo.

  “Bella, this isn't the only reason I asked you tonight,” he says his hand circling my wrist.

  “Maybe not but we both knew it was gonna happen.”

  He looks at me, searching for what, I have no idea but he isn’t going to find it. I have my ‘this is only about the sex for me’ face on, despite my actual feelings. I need to remind myself what this is. This isn't a Valentine's date, this is a raunchy friends with benefits night out. If I start this night on my knees it will be the kick in the ass I need to separate my feelings. Sex, not a date.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I ask him arching my eyebrows.

  He seems to be thinking about it for a minute but then shakes his head. He closes his eyes and lets go of my wrist as I work the button on his pants and slide the zipper down.

  “So, this is why you wanted me to pick you up an hour early, huh?” he asks his head leaning back, his eyes still shut tight.

  “Yes,” I whisper pulling down his boxers allowing his dick to spring free.

  I drop to my knees of the floor of the limo and lick the tip of his length slowly, as I watch his hands curl into fists on the seat. I smile knowing I am the one doing this to him. The Damon Johnson, the guy that used to change his women as much as his underwear. I am reducing this man to the pile of lust sitting before me.

  I grab the bottom of his shaft, squeezing as I cover the tip with my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking him in and out, pulling a string of curses from his lips.

  I swirl my tongue around his thick shaft and then pop off with a loud smack. I lick around his crown, like a nice, cold ice pop on a southern summer day. I watch as his expression twists into agony.

  “Angel,” he growls out.

  I put both hands on his shaft, sliding them up and down in a slow rhythm, watching the muscles in his jaw tense, his eyes shut tight. I dip my head down, pointing my tongue into his slit, keeping my eyes trained on him, watching the pleasure seep from his pores.

  His eyes snap open as I lick around his swollen head and his gaze darkens as I twirl my tongue around it, again and again. His eyes move down, watching the movement of my tongue and I wrap my lips around him, moaning onto his shaft.

  “Stop,” he rasps out. “Get the fuck up here, right now.”

  He doesn't have to tell me twice.

  I scramble on top of him, lifting my dress and his hands go underneath it, feeling my heated skin.

  “You're not wearing fucking underwear?” he says through gritted teeth.

  “Oops,” I say, lifting my shoulder in a half shrug.

  He lifts my body up, lining himself up with my opening, and I slowly slide him inside me. I grip his shoulders, feeling my walls stretch around him and shut my eyes, pushing past the tightness.

  “Easy angel,” he whispers, pushing an unruly curl off my face.

  The limo suddenly stops, and I snap my eyes open. Damon and I freeze and stare at each other as the partition rolls down. We hear the drivers voice and Damon twitches inside me. I try and stifle a moan but fail, miserably.

  “Oh fuck,” I whisper.

  “We’re here sir,” says the driver.

  “Thanks Hector. Ms. Gavinwood and I are just going to hang in the back for a while. You can go on in and get yourself something. Take the pass I left in the front seat.”

  He nods his head and the partition slowly rises again. Damon grips my hips bucking up into me and I gasp.

  “This what you want angel? A dirty fuck in the back of my limo?”

  “Yes,” I moan while moving my body slowly on top of him.

  He pulls a strap down my shoulder and kisses my bare skin, moving his head down towards my breast.

  I'm not wearing a bra, so in a couple of seconds his mouth closes over one my aching nipples, causing me to bounce on
his lap a little harder, my clit throbbing for relief.

  His lips kiss around the meat of my breast and he latches on one spot, sucking my skin, purpling it. I look down and watch, mesmerized at the way his jaw flexes. A strand of his hair drops in front of his face and I push it back, keeping this beautiful view in my line of sight; Damon Johnson sucking on my tit. So fucking sexy.