Free Baller: An Off-limits, Sports Romance (Bad Boy Ballers Book 2)

by Rie Warren

  Her hand finally lying across my boner triggered a jet of precome and a harsh grunt from my throat.

  “Damn, babe.”

  “I love playing with your cock,” she purred softly, tracing the domed ridge, the thick length, even my balls bunched between my legs.

  “Aaggggh.” My stomach clenched.

  I slouched in the seat, pushing up against her hand. I kept my eyes open, on the road, but fuck the friction felt so good.

  When her fingers moved to my belt, my eyes drifted down for a moment, watching helplessly as she unbuckled then unzipped me. She pulled the band of the black briefs out and over the heavy tool, smiling lustily when my cock slapped up to my stomach.

  “Mmm. You’re already slick. Did I do that to you?” she asked, tugging on my earlobe with her teeth and tongue.

  “Yes,” I bit out through clenched teeth.

  “Such a fine cock. Can I touch it?”

  I swallowed roughly. “Yes.”

  She wrapped her fist, finger by finger, right beneath the engorged head.

  “Shit!”

  The first contact of bare hand on bare cock almost blinded me.

  Delaney held me like that, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, licking her lips when more pre-ejaculate slid from the slit.

  “I bet earlier you wanted to see my lips in that red lipstick all over your hard dick.”

  Squeeze.

  “How’d you guess?” Yes, please.

  “A woman knows these things.” Squeeze.

  Then she rolled her tight fist up and over the entire throbbing head. I almost blasted away right then and there, but she pulled her hand free.

  My thighs jumped. My chest pumped. My cock was purple, oh so close to release.

  Very pleased with herself, she laughed in a sultry tone and left me like that as she rummaged in her little purse.

  Then out came the lipstick.

  Oh Jesus Christ.

  My dick thumped.

  My hand almost hit the horn.

  My grip tightened on the wheel as Delaney very slowly reapplied the glossy red lipstick.

  “I could give you a blow job right now.”

  As soon as she said blow job, instant extra schwing.

  My foot stuttered on the gas pedal. “Really?”

  She moistened those plump red lips. “Well, I don’t have to if you’re not interested.”

  “Does it look like I’m not interested?” I waved down at my lap where my dick waved at her.

  I concentrated on the road, thankful traffic was light, as she repositioned herself so her cleavage created just one more tease. I probably wouldn’t last long, the muscles in my groin already tensed.

  Leaning over me, she lusciously licked at the tip, moaning as she sucked a bead of precome into her mouth. Then her lips, painted in red, parted.

  I sucked in a deep breath, cruising through the last green light out of Mt. Pleasant, as she cradled the head of my cock just inside her mouth.

  She swirled her tongue around then popped off, hand holding me steady at the pulsing base.

  “Wanna see that red ring farther down your cock?” she asked.

  I nodded, teeth grinding.

  Incredibly, she took me deeper than ever before, tighter and tighter, wetter and wetter, before drawing back. Her hand circled the root just below the lipstick stain, and she lapped at my glans.

  “How was that?”

  “So good.” So damn good my toes curled in my shoes, and I wanted to press her down with my hand on the back of her head.

  She didn’t need any encouraging, though. Delaney began leisurely suckling, up and down, alternately swirling her tongue around the tip then swallowing deeper. She pulled my balls out, laving each with her tongue. Shudders bolted through me like lightning zipping along my veins.

  She blew me sloppy and wet, the way I liked it.

  Immense pressure snapped along my cock. Immense pleasure made me grunt, groan, twist in my seat while I continued to drive and she continued to drive me out of my fucking mind.

  “You’re getting ready to come in my mouth, aren’t you?” Her lips free of my dick were puffy, the red still vibrant but slippery now.

  “Close.” I nodded.

  She pumped me in a hard fist, concentrating just under the ridge.

  The veins thickened with more blood.

  “Fuck,” I bleated. My stomach rippled, and I wanted to beat my head back. “Gotta pull over.”

  Restaurant. Empty parking lot. No lights. Perfect.

  As soon as I hit park, I pushed her head back over me, using both hands. My feet stamped. My neck craned back. My eyes slammed shut. And I came, cursing, out of control, thrusting into her mouth, blasting her tongue with semen.

  I punched the headliner, lifting my ass from the seat. Delaney swallowed and swallowed then shifted off me with a gasp and a hoarse laugh.

  I smothered her lips with mine—the taste, the feel, the smell of total sex surrounding us.

  “You needed that, huh?” Her fingers ghosted over my beard.

  “You have no idea.”

  “I think I do. And most of it’s in my belly.” Delaney bent over and licked me again.

  My cock twitched, not appeased as much as I needed it to be.

  She grasped the still-hard pole and eased it back into my briefs, pulling another grunt from me. I managed the zipper and buckle, just about.

  “Need me to drive?” she asked.

  “No.” Still hungry for her. “Need you to take off the panties so they aren’t in the way when we get home.”

  I put the Ford into gear and wasted no time hitting the road again. Speed limits were about to get broken.

  “You mean my thong?” She slowly hiked the bottom of her dress up, up, up taut tan thighs.

  “Yeah. The thong.”

  She slipped it from beneath her ass without showing the goods, and pulled the black fabric free from her ankles and high heels.

  “Do you want it?”

  I snatched the thong she waved at me and stuck it in my pocket. “If you show me your pussy right now I swear to fuck we’re not making it home, Delaney,” I gnashed.

  “I’m really wet,” she breathed out, biting into her bottom lip.

  Two miles to go.

  “Good.” I glanced at her with a sex-fueled sneer.

  She rubbed her thighs together.

  I nearly broke the steering wheel free of the column.

  She was panting by the time I threw the truck into park outside the house. Trembling by the time I raced to her door to pull her out. Straight into my arms. She attacked my ear, my mouth, my neck with her lips. I immediately slipped two fingers into her sopping slit.

  Keys, door, alarm off, door kicked shut.

  I stalked straight to the stairs, set her down, threw off my jacket to pad the third step with it.

  “Sit down, now.” After ripping off my tie, I popped the buttons on my shirt.

  Several went flying.

  Then I kneeled in front of Delaney as she propped up on the steps. I tossed up the skirt of her dress, spread her thighs wide, and planted my face in her sweetness.

  The heels of her shoes pinged against the polished wood stairs, and she grasped my hair in both hands.

  Long slow licks met savage little jabs at her clit and wild thrusts into her drenched pussy.

  Delaney tossed her head back, braced on her hands as she arched more and more into my mouth. Liquid heat filled my senses, and I was carried away in her taste and smell and the sounds of her moaning my name louder and louder.

  I traced her lips softly. Nudged at the sweet nub of flesh. Glanced up when I gave her longer, slower, rougher licks from the bottom to the top of her gash.

  “Oh, God, yessss!” Her hips kicked up for more, more, more.

  Grabbing her bare ass, I melded my mouth to her cunt and devoured her, grunting, purely animal, eating her out.

  Her body spasmed, and I snuck a finger into her sheath, twirled it
in time to my tongue on her clit. I growled when she came fitfully. She dug her fingers into my hair, my shoulders, clasped the edge of the stair to lift even higher to my sucking mouth.

  Pressing her thighs wider, I took one last fluttering lick before rising up.

  I clutched her to me as she gasped for breath. Carried her to the bedroom. Tried not to tear the dress as I attacked the zipper. The damn zipper snagged, and I swore. Delaney laughed—as rough a sound as my groan when I finally got the thing free.

  Kicked off my shoes. Flicked off my socks. Slipped her dress down until it pooled around those insane high heels.

  Maybe I’ll leave those on her.

  Delaney shed my shirt, hooked her thumbs into my pants and briefs, dragged them off.

  My fingers drove into her pretty styled hair, and pins pinged off every which way. She unsnapped her bra as I consumed her lips. The heat of predatory lust overtook me.

  Bra off and flung aside. Completely naked. Both of us except for the stilettoes and her stockings.

  Delaney hooked a finger at me.

  I was on her in an instant, toppling her to the bed. Her hands drew up my chest, and she tweaked my nipples, twisted the hair, and took my lips in a sucking, biting, viciously hot kiss.

  I palmed her tit and chased her tongue. Drew her body down to align with mine. Belted inside with one unmerciful thrust.

  Howling. Hot. Helpless to stop.

  “Yes. Fuck me, Brooks. Have me!” The heels digging into my ass. Her fingers skimming along my sides.

  “Like you have me.”

  Hands together. Fingers tangled. Legs twined. Every lunge met by her rocking motion. Each of my grunts combined with her moans. Finding her lips, her ears, her neck, her breasts.

  She kissed and caressed and snaked around me, onto me, all over me.

  Aggressive. Aroused beyond all control.

  My fingers tightened around hers, and I pumped in longer deeper strokes.

  “Yes!” She bucked, biting my shoulder.

  The second Delaney came, I let loose with a barrage of thrusts until I splintered apart inside her.

  The world spun around us, somewhere outside the cocoon of our bodies fused together. We kissed through parted lips, together in every essence—heart, soul, and every other damn thing I could name when I wasn’t reeling from the hardest come of my life.

  Flipping to my back, I growled, lightly swatting her ass.

  “Oh, wow,” Delaney mumbled.

  “Mmm,” I rumbled.

  “So weddings make you horny?”

  I snorted. “You do, fool woman.”

  “That’s good.”

  “Yeah it is. So damn good.” I brushed the hair from her forehead and started taking out the rest of the pins that’d hooked it all together earlier before I’d gone all caveman on her.

  “Before we fall asleep I have a couple surprises for you.”

  As she rose from the bed, I propped up on the pillows. The view was top-rate. Delaney sex-flushed and nekkie except for the heels and thigh highs. Heels she bent over to slip off before she rolled down the silky stockings, one leg then the other.

  Nice.

  Her ass wagged in my direction, her puffy pussy lips pink and parted and . . . nnnh . . . my milky seed seeped out a little.

  Hello, new boner.

  “I like surprises,” I said.

  “You do?” Delaney returned, her hands behind her back, which only served to jut her delicious tits up more.

  “Yup. What you hiding?” I patted the bed beside me, lifting the covers until she slipped inside.

  She pushed a small box into my hands.

  “What’s this?”

  “Well, if I’m wearing a ring so are you. You’ve got way too many groupies,” she grumbled.

  “Ha! That’s rich coming from you, Miss Sexy Quarterback.” But fuck me, I was stoked as hell as I palmed the box.

  “Brooks.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I popped open the box, staring for a moment at the thick ring with a tiny horseshoe stamp on the side. “And proud to wear it. You gonna do the honors?”

  I watched Delaney’s eyelashes flutter low and her cheeks turn pink as she took the ring between her fingers. My heart burst with love and pride and something so much deeper I couldn’t name it.

  She lowered the band to my ring finger, and I lifted her face to mine. “I can’t wait to marry you, Delaney.”

  Again with the unusual blush as she lightly caressed my knuckles.

  “You said two things.” I slanted my head, curious about what had her so shy all of a sudden.

  Without a word, she pulled her hand free and laid it on her tummy. Suddenly her breath came short and fast, and tiny wet drops gathered at the corners of her eyelids.

  Everything inside me clamored. “What are you saying, Delaney?”

  “I want to try with you.”

  “For a baby? A family?” Joy burst through me.

  I wrapped her up in my arms and almost bounced her off the bed before I reined it in.

  I framed her face in my hands, wondering at the miracle of her in my life, the possible miracle of life inside her one day. “We’ll never forget Katie though.”

  Her tears slipped across my fingers. Salty lips met mine. “We won’t. Ever.”

  “But you’d have to stop playing.” I frowned.

  “I know. The possibility is way more important than a game.” She drew my hands down until we both cradled her belly. “Don’t you think?”

  “So . . . you’re really mine?” I asked, that sunshine burst nearly cracking my soul apart.

  “Of course I am. With all my heart.” Delaney smiled then tucked herself against me. “I want your baby, Brooks.” Her hands reached around me. “I can’t wait.”

  And oh, man, I’d give anything to see her as the mother of our child.

  I popped up, energized. “We need to make a list. You need to go to the OB. We can find out the name of Peyton’s and—”

  “Slow your roll, Papa Bear. We don’t know if it’ll work out for me.” She took my hand and brought me back down with her, in the middle of the bed, on our sides. “Let’s just hold the hope tonight.”

  My throat tightened. “I can do that.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead, dropped my mouth to her lips, rained a million other kisses over her face. “I can so do that.

  “I still need to win the Super Bowl though.” I pulled back a little.

  Delaney curled completely against me again. “You’re damn right you do. And you will, because I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

  I held her. Kissed her. Awestruck.

  “And I’ll be with you forever, Delaney.”

  We fought hard. Played hard. But we loved even harder, with our whole hearts.

  Also by Rie Warren

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  Standalone BOXER book

  In the Ring

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  Justice, Book Two

  Storm, Book Three

  Bane, Book Four

  Bad Boys of Retribution MC

  Complete series—Carolina Bad Boys spinoff

  Hunter, Book One

  Kinkaid, Book Two

  Bo, Book Three

  Coletrane, Book Four

  Carolina Bad Boys—the original Bad Boys

  Ongoing series

  Stone, Book One

  Ride, the novella from within Stone, Book 1.5

  Love, Book Two

  Steele, Book Three

  Chrome, Book Four

  Rush, Book Five

  Lowcountry Heat

  Sugar Daddy, Book One

  Don’t Tell Series

  Complete series

  In His Command, Book One

  On Her Watch, Book Two

  Under His Guard, Book Three

  In His Sights, novella, Standalone

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  Chapter One

  I GASPED FOR BREATH, fighting against the arms holding me down. The arms changed, becoming slender and pale with fingernails that dragged down the length of my body. My struggling ceased. My body seized up in a knot of hot arousal. The fingers teased, landing with soft strokes on the muscles of my lower groin. My cock lifted, hard and rearing against my stomach as the fingers coasted lightly up and down my aching shaft, never reaching the swelling head.

  My hips kicked. I needed more contact. The woman was driving me out of my mind. The distinctly feminine hand finally wrapped around the heavy base of my cock. I grunted in relief then hissed as warm wet lips stretched over the helmet. I gripped the pillow beneath my head in both hands, trying to keep my body still even though all I wanted to do was force my dick straight into the throat of the woman softly coddling the tip of my shaft with her sleek lips and massaging tongue.

  Finally she sucked me farther into her mouth, one inch, two, three, four. She stopped halfway and looked up at me with cat slits for eyes. Her body took form, her face, too. The lush lips I impaled smiled with devilish intent as the woman’s cheeks hollowed, and she sucked back up my cock.

  Fuck!

  I woke with a start, my heartbeat pounding through the pulsing veins of my dick. Before the dream had morphed, I’d been back in the desert, my body and my brain detached. Black and white torture—I’d lived through it. Moments when I believed I’d be executed, blindfolded, waiting for the final shot only to be blinded again by the sheer white sun when the mask was removed and I was left, kneeling, stoically not crying while they pissed rings around me in the sizzling sand. Afternoon delights that included near-asphyxiation at the hands of my captors while I fought the natural-born fear of suffocation. They’d wanted information I’d never give up even if it meant they took me apart piece by piece.