Player - The Elite Part Five

by KB Winters

  Player

  The Elite Part Five

  By

  KB Winters

  Copyright © 2016 BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination and have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright ©2016 BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of the trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Contents

  Player - The Elite Part Five

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Free Book Offer!

  More From KB Winters

  Acknowledgements

  About The Author

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to the brave men and women of our armed services who put their life on the line everyday to protect our freedom.

  Thank you for your service.

  ~ KB

  Chapter One

  I’d always been one to admire a nice view. As a pilot, I’d seen some amazing landscapes, sunrises, and sunsets, and yet, there was something about waking up beside Gemma’s naked body that blew all of those images out of the water.

  The early morning sun was streaming in through the blinds of the living room where my mattress was still set up, and fell over her body, highlighting every delicious curve. Her hair fell over the pillow and only in the rays of light did I see the tawny streaks running through her shoulder length locks, probably natural highlights from the sun. I fingered a strand, remembering my hands woven through her hair the night before, as she’d knelt before me, stripped naked, and the way her eyes had sparkled as she’d looked up at me, flicking me a mischievous smile, before taking my cock into her mouth without a beat of hesitation. I’d fisted my hands into her hair and held on for dear life as she’d worked me over, giving me the most intense blowjob I’d ever had—as it would have been damn near impossible to forget something that rivaled her wicked lips.

  A moan escaped my lips as my cock twitched and ached at the memory. I didn’t want to wake Gemma, we’d had a very late night, and I knew she needed her rest, but it was hard not to touch her and hope that she might stir awake on her own. My body was craving hers. She had the sheet pushed down around her waist, and seeing her bare back and half of her perfect ass exposed to me, was torture.

  I rolled onto to my back and stared up at the ceiling. At least one of use had been able to rest. I—on the other hand—hadn’t been able to sleep more than an hour or two, and even then it was in short sessions, not long enough to do much other than take the edge off my exhaustion. My mind was still reeling through the things the FAA agents had told me about the fuel lines having been tampered with on my plane. In some ways, it helped me process through the guilt of Talia’s death. There was a part of me that clung to the weight of responsibility—but knowing I’d been sabotaged helped me to release the pit from my stomach that I’d carried around since I woke up in the hospital and heard she was dead. But, the pit was quickly replaced by the horrifying reality that someone wanted me dead. Talia had gotten caught in the cross hairs of the evil plan, but it had been a hit meant for me.

  A tremor rushed over me at the thought and I turned my head to look at Gemma again.

  As if she could sense me looking at her, she stirred, and with a slight push against the soft mattress, rolled over to face me. My eyes instantly dropped to her naked tits, even more gorgeous in the daylight.

  “Really?” Gemma said, the smirk evident in her voice.

  “I make no apologies.” I finished my inspection, and then darted my glance back to hers and smiled. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

  “Good morning.” She curled her hands around the edge of the sheet and tugged it up to cover her. “Kind of chilly in here, isn’t it?”

  “I’ve got a sure fire way to warm it up…” I reached for her, cupping a hand around her face before bringing my mouth to hers. It started as a small greeting, and quickly changed, taking on a life of its own, as our lips crushed together. As our kiss deepened, I tugged Gemma by the hips, dragging her towards me to close the gap between our bodies. When she moved to fit against me, a giggle interrupted our kiss. She pulled away and smiled up at me. “You are having a good morning.”

  I laughed and kissed her again. “All for you, baby.”

  “I’m flattered.” She rested her head against my chest. “Your heart is beating fast.”

  “Mmm. Maybe I need a check-up, Dr. Henderson…”

  Gemma laughed, the sound of her chuckle made me smile. “How many times do I have to remind you that I’m not a doctor?”

  “Just play along, gorgeous.” I dropped a kiss to the tip of her little nose and she rolled her eyes. “Should I turn my head and cough?”

  Gemma threw her head back on the pillow and roared with laughter. “Now I know you’ve lost it. Maybe we should start with a CAT scan?”

  “Whatever you say, baby.” I grinned down at her. “As long as we can get busy in one of the exam rooms beforehand…I’m on board.”

  “I’ll bet.” She pushed herself up and rolled me to my back, then lay her head on my chest, and braced her chin against the back of her hand.

  “You ever do that before?” I asked, sliding a curious glance down at her. I didn’t want to think about her fucking some other guy, but at the same time, I was intensely curious to find out just how naughty she was willing to be.

  It would help me to plan ahead.

  She bit down on her lower lip, teasing it between her front teeth, as she stifled a giggle. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me. “Oh, you are a bad girl, aren’t you?” I said, my voice low and throaty. I grabbed her hips and pushed her onto her back. The stitches in my side strained at the exertion, but I ignored the pinch. Pretty soon all the blood in my body would be busy elsewhere and I’d hardly feel my injuries. “Gemma Henderson…tell me how wild you can get.”

  She grinned up at me as I brought my body on top of hers, letting our skin barely touch, as the heat between us racketed up another ten degrees. I was already hard as an iron rod, and if I had to guess, I’d say her perfect little pussy was hot, wet, and throbbing for me. But I was going to make her wait. If she wanted me, she was going to have to tell me a dirty little story first.

  “Come on, baby,” I dared her. I braced my weight on my good arm and let my fingertips of my busted one trail down the side of her body. She sucked in a sharp breath when I grazed the side of her breast and my cock twitched against her thigh. “Tell me something that will blow my mind.”

  Gemma’s lips parted, then closed, and she ran the tip of her tongue over them. “You want a dirty story, huh?”

  �
�Uh-huh. I know you have something really kinky that you’re just dying to tell me…”

  She laughed softly, but it turned to a gasp as my finger teased her tight nipple. She closed her eyes and her lips moved without a sound, like she was uttering a silent prayer for relief. “Aaron,” she breathed.

  I replaced my fingertips with my lips and sucked the small bud into my mouth. She arched underneath me and her hands wandered under the sheets in search of my cock. I pinned her hand at her side before she reached me. I’d set my terms. I was willing to wait. The hesitation told me she was holding back something really juicy.

  “Gemma…”

  Her eyes fluttered open and she shot me a frustrated look. “What do you want to know?”

  “What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done? In bed. Or, ya know, against a tree, on a boat, in an elevator…” I smiled down at her.

  “I don’t know if you can handle it…”

  I gave her a half-cocked grin. “Oh, baby, you know that I can.”

  She smiled and I knew I’d won the game. She was going to cave.

  “All right…the craziest thing I’ve ever done…I’m going to preface this by saying I was very young…and very drunk.”

  I laughed. “Those are the best kinds of stories. Go on.”

  She rolled her eyes, possibly at herself, or the memory. “I had a threesome…”

  “Damn,” I grinned. It was more than I’d expected. I knew she wasn’t shy about sex, but I’d been prepared to hear her talk about having sex on the beach or in the backseat of a car. A threesome was a surprise thrill.

  “I was at a friend’s bachelorette party. There were copious amounts of alcohol involved and at the end of the night we all ended up at this club that had male strippers…dancers…whatever. Anyways, there was one that caught my eye and I don’t even know how it happened. One thing led to another and it was me, the dancer, and this other girl from the audience in a private room and…” she trailed off.

  “And? Come on, don’t leave me hanging!” My heart was racing as my mind brought up a movie-like version of Gemma with another woman. My cock was so hard at the visions in my head, I thought it was going to explode right there on her leg.

  Gemma laughed. “I honestly don’t remember much of it…one minute he was showing us some dance moves, clothes were getting removed, and the drinks were rolling.”

  “Damn…So that explains the strip moves from the other night, huh? You had private lessons.”

  She laughed. “Oh God…I shouldn’t have even told you. I should have just made up something about having sex on the beach.”

  “Have you done that?”

  She shook her head. “No, and I really don’t want to add that to my kinky storybook collection, so don’t even ask.”

  I laughed and shifted my weight on top of her, rubbing my dick against her thigh. “That’s all right. I’m good right here,” I said, dropping my lips to her ear. I slid my tongue along the outside edge of her ear, teasing the delicate skin. Gemma shivered underneath me, and I brushed my chest against her hard nipples.

  “What about you?” She breathed into my ear. “Tell me your craziest story.”

  “Oh, baby, you can’t even handle it.”

  She began to object, but I captured her lips with mine, and her protests faded. Our tongues tangled together, driving the kiss into a hot frenzied pace. We were breathless and desperate. Gemma clawed her way up my back, with frantic, searching hands, as though she couldn’t feel enough of me at a time. I ground my cock against her and she spread her legs. I dipped between her pussy lips, groaning as I discovered I was right. She was soaking wet and aching for me to fuck her.

  I tore my mouth from hers and made a trail of hot, searing kisses down the side of her neck, as I shifted my body to one side of her. I looked down her body, taking in every inch of her bared skin. Her round tits with the tight nipples were rising and falling with her short pants. Her stomach flat and concave as she lay on her back. Her bare pussy, parted and dripping wet. Her strong, toned thighs parted for me.

  I wanted hours to explore her. I wanted time to taste and see everything. I’d had her all night and was still left with the feeling that I hadn’t even scratched the surface.

  “What’s wrong?” Gemma asked, her voice thin with worry as she followed my line of sight.

  I dragged my eyes back up her body and locked them with hers. “Nothing, baby. You’re perfect. I just want to see you.”

  “Oh.” She dropped a hand to my head and ran her fingers through my short hair. “See something you like then?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I grinned at her before dragging her lips back to mine. Her hand slid down the side of my head and scratched at the unshaved scruff coating my jaw. As the kiss deepened, I let my fingers wander down her body, over her chest, between her tits, over her flat stomach, and then slowed before running over her navel. She gasped, breaking the kiss, as I pushed lower and parted her, letting my fingers sink into her wet pussy. Her eyes were dark and wide as I slipped up and down her before teasing her clit with my finger and thumb.

  She moaned and dropped her head back to the pillows as I picked up the pace of my rhythmic circles. I smiled when her moans turned to a string of curses when I plunged my finger inside of her and stroked her g-spot with the tip. The smell of her excitement got me even more turned on and I knew I couldn’t wait much longer. I needed to be back inside her. Filling her. Stretching her. Making her mine.

  One of Gemma’s hands dug into the sheet and the other into my back muscles as her body went tight. I plunged my finger a little deeper and pressed harder at the spongy spot and watched her come undone. Her eyes rolled back in her head and after a sharp arch, where her nails dug into my skin, she collapsed and rolled against the bed as each wave washed over her.

  It was beautiful.

  She grinned up at me once the trembling stopped. “You’re insane.”

  “No, you’re just easy.”

  “Wha—?”

  “Shhh. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” I grinned and pushed my way out of the bed. My mind suddenly made up what I wanted to do to her next.

  “Stand up,” I said, pulling her hand. She rose from the bed and my eyes devoured her naked body in the morning light. I reached for her hips and spun her around so she was facing the bed. My fingertips sunk into her hips as I hinged her forward. She let me push her over until she had to brace her hands against the bed to keep from falling. Completely bent over, I pushed her feet apart and her ass spread open for me. I took a step back to admire the view, loving how her heart shaped ass highlighted her pussy. It was perfect. Dripping wet and pink from pleasure. I knew she’d be tender and sensitive in the aftermath of her orgasm and would cry and moan and scream with every thrust of my cock.

  I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I suited up, using one of the condoms we had left over from the night before, and then stepped back to her. Hungry. Ready. I grabbed her hips and she arched her back as the tip of my cock teased her opening. She shuddered and I smiled. Just as I expected.

  “Aaron,” she pleaded, her voice rough with desperate need.

  “I’m gonna give you what you want, baby. Don’t worry.” I slipped inside her, but used every ounce of control to only give her an inch. She whined and tried to back up against me. “Slow, baby, slow. I want to feel you.”

  I slipped further and clenched my jaw. She was so tight, even after she came. The walls of her sweet cunt wrapped around me, fitting like a custom made glove.

  My nerves were on fire, spurring me to find relief deep inside of her, and I pushed into her, burying myself as deep as I could. She groaned and arched her back, making her ass even higher and her pussy even tighter. I shut my eyes and pulled out before thrusting back in.

  Every thrust was met with a moan. Gemma panted and clawed at the bed as I fucked her hard, deep, and fast. She could take everything I dished out. I really liked this girl.

  “I want you to come, Gemma. I
want you to let yourself go,” I growled, pushing inside her again.

  She moaned and nodded her head.

  I slipped a finger between her ass cheeks and smiled as she gasped when my fingertip found her asshole. “Aaron!”

  “Trust me.” I pressed into her and then thrust inside her pussy and she moaned louder than before.

  “Oh my—”

  Before she could finish, I pushed my finger into her another few centimeters and her words dissolved into madness. She screamed when I thrust into her again and with each pulse, she tightened and clenched, clawing frantically at the bed as I fucked her, keeping my finger inside her ass. I was verging on the edge of my own release, and I wanted to make her lose her mind. Gemma moaned and yelped with each thrust and after a few more thrusts she was shaking and trembling. Her legs buckled and I pounded into her one final time, finding my own release, just before she collapsed down onto the bed.

  I smiled, full of satisfaction, as I sank down next to her, knowing that there was a very good chance I’d just made a highlighted page in her kinky storybook collection.

  Chapter Two

  Gemma and I took a quick shower together before she had to rush off to the hospital to start her ten-hour shift in the emergency room. It was hard not to tempt her back to bed, after helping her get wet and soaped up, but she’d kept me at bay, and hurried out the door with a soft kiss and the promise she’d be back after her shift and would bring something for dinner.

  If this was what being domesticated looked like—there was a chance, I could get used to it.

  As soon as she left, and I was in the house alone, all the thoughts and worries that had kept me up all night came rushing back to the surface. It had been a lot easier to stamp it all down when Gemma was there, smiling and filling me with warmth and light. Now, alone in the house, it was just me and my anxiety.

  I puttered around the kitchen, haphazardly making myself a pot of coffee before warming up a scone from Carly’s, still left over from the day I’d literally ordered everything on the menu. I smiled at the memory of Gemma’s expression when I’d taken her joke seriously and told Carly to box it all up. After scarfing the pastry and downing two cups of scalding hot coffee, I laced up my boots, grabbed my black leather jacket, and shrugged into it as I left the house and crossed over to the museum.