I heard him pull open a drawer and rip into a foil packet. I looked over my shoulder as he rolled a condom over his erection. I was impressed he was so masterful with his left hand, but I shouldn’t have been. He was proving he was a master at so many things. He pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance, and I sighed. I needed him to sink into me—take my mind to a place that was filled with nothing but skin, heat, and sensation. With one hand, he gripped my hip as he slammed into me, pushing every inch of his enormous shaft inside.
I screamed at the searing heat, but immediately felt the scorching sensation turn to pleasure as he pumped in and out of me. I rocked into him, giving him as much of me as I could. I wanted more. My body craved something primal from this man. It was as if a switch had been flipped in my soul, igniting a hunger I couldn’t satisfy. I couldn’t think or process what I was doing.
I panted his name. “Wes…”
My breasts grazed the bed as we frantically moved against each other.
His breath was ragged as he thrust harder, and I clawed at the bed with each powerful movement of his cock. I didn’t care how animalistic it was. I didn’t care that we had skipped dinner and went straight to fucking. I didn’t care that this was only one night. Wes made me feel my body in a whole new way.
“Fuck, Doc. You’re a goddess.” And he made me feel that way.
“Don’t stop. Don’t, please,” I begged for more as I stretched around him, clenching and releasing his hardness. My core tightened in exquisite pleasure with each strike of his cock.
I didn’t know what kind of torture game he was playing, but he suddenly pulled out of me and I felt emptiness where he had been.
“What’s wrong?” I felt panic spread through me. It couldn’t be over. I was on fire. Every part of me burned for him.
“I want to see you when you come. Roll over.”
There was something about being taken from behind that made it seem like casual sex. It felt like it was all for pleasure. All just fucking. But the instant I rolled over and locked eyes on Wes, I melted.
“I could fuck you all night,” he growled into my ear.
I didn’t recognize my raspy voice. “Don’t stop fucking me.” My legs spread wide for him, inviting him back. Showing him how desperate I was to have him inside me again.
He slid against my clit, taking his time to tease me, linger between my folds. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrust deep inside as his lips landed on my mouth, inhaling every part of me. Our breaths aligned as he moved in and out of me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to feel connected and whole, but with every thrust I was falling. Falling over the cliff that was the great abyss of Wes Blakefield.
“Come, baby. Come with me.” He grinned, sucking on my bottom lip until my body was a convulsing, shaking mess. I couldn’t control anything as he brought my orgasm to a peak. My toes curled. My head thrashed. My fingertips tingled. And my core exploded as he ground deeper into me, giving into his own release.
I whimpered as my body desperately clung to him.
He collapsed on my chest, kissing my breasts. “That was fucking incredible.”
I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. I didn’t know what label to give it. Incredible. Fantastic. Erotic. Perfect.
He rolled on his side, avoiding his injured hand. “And I managed it all with one arm. Imagine what I can do with two.” He winked.
Could he see it? Could he see the change in me? Could he see what he had just done to me? My eyes locked on his and I felt the hammering in my heart. What in the hell had I just done? I had revealed parts of myself no man had ever seen. I had made noises no man had heard. I had obeyed all of his commands, feeling more confident and powerful than I ever had in bed. I didn’t want it to be true, but Wes was a sex god.
He drew a lazy circle on my stomach. “You okay?”
I blinked. I wanted to reach out and trace his strong jaw. I wanted to stare in his eyes. I wanted him back inside me. I wanted to see what other moves he had. I knew I had only seen a preview of what he could do. And it had me desperate for more.
“Yes.”
“Is that all?” he teased.
“How would you feel if I took off these high heels?”
He laughed. “You have my permission.”
I leaned forward, unlacing the heels that had accomplished their mission. I dropped them to the floor and lay back on the bed to admire Wes’s body. He was rippled in places I didn’t know were possible on a man. He had a solid six-pack. My fingertips traced the lines between his muscles. I couldn’t help it. I wandered down to the tops of his muscular thighs, raking my nails over his skin.
“Careful, Doc. You’re dealing with a professional athlete. I have the kind of stamina most men would kill for.”
But I didn’t heed his warning. I wanted more. More of him. More of his body. More of his cock. I began to stroke along his shaft until it came to life under my touch. He groaned and I smiled. He rolled on his back as my hand slid up and down, making him harder with each stroke.
“I like how quickly you recover,” I teased. I eyed him hungrily as I lowered my mouth to take him inside. I tasted the drop of salty dew on the tip before sliding my lips over his entire cock.
“Fuck,” he moaned, thrusting into my mouth.
My instincts took over as I moved over his shaft, swirling my tongue, sucking, licking until he was thrusting deep into my throat. I cupped his balls and he growled.
I don’t know how it happened, but even with one hand, he was stronger than me. He forced me upright until I was straddling him. I sank onto his cock, taking it deep inside me. I rocked harder and harder against him.
“Oh, God,” I cried. “It’s so intense like this.” I closed my eyes as my body took over.
“Fuck me, baby. Hard,” he commanded, grinning as he watched my tits bounce as I lost all control.
I couldn’t stop. There was fire between my legs and with him inside me, all I could think about were the sensations exploding through my skin. I forgot the second condom. I forgot he was a womanizing playboy. I rode him harder and harder, driving us to the next cliff, not knowing what would happen if we fell off the cliff. Only knowing that as long as Wes was inside me, I’d do anything to keep him there.
He twisted my nipple between his fingers and I screamed as my orgasm began to shatter through my veins.
It was an intensity I’d never had as he pushed up, releasing inside of me, sealing our bodies together with the sweat of sex, the pulsing of our limbs, the kisses that stole my breath. He reached for my neck, bringing my lips to his, as he pumped everything he had inside me. My mouth sucked at his as our orgasms claimed us both, and the heat of his release spread through me like lava. I finally dropped onto his chest with exhaustion.
He traced my spine with his fingers as he kissed my forehead.
“I might have been wrong about something.”
I closed my eyes. “What?”
“I lied to you, Lennon.” It was the first time he used my first name. It somehow sounded endearing coming from his lips. Those dirty lips that had licked me raw. I sat forward. I felt the anger start to creep in my chest.
“What? What lie?”
“There’s no way this is a one-time deal.” He grinned.
I couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto my face. “Well, so far it’s already been a two-time deal.” I giggled. I couldn’t remember the last time a sound like that had come from my lips. I wasn’t a giggly girl.
“True. And I think it’s about to be a three-time deal.” He slapped my ass, singeing his handprint into my flesh.
My eyes widened. There was no way I could do that again. I was sore and raw. And I felt the come oozing between my legs. That was a mistake. Condom next time, for sure.
He chuckled. “Dinner first?”
I nodded. My stomach was rumbling. Wes hopped from the bed and threw a T-shirt in my direction. “You can wear this. Meet you in the kitchen.
I had dinner ordered in.”
I watched as he slid on his pants and walked out of the bedroom half-naked. I had just had the best sex of my entire life and my body was still humming from it. I slipped on the shirt that smelled like Wes and padded out to the kitchen.
9
Wes
“Fuck, no. You are not running that play on Monday night.” I slammed my good fist down on the table in the conference room.
“It’s not your call, Wes. You’re not starting. Cosech is our starter tomorrow night.” Coach Howell wiggled his visor back and forth. I could tell he was nervous as hell.
“I don’t care if the kicker takes over. That play won’t work.” I closed the notebook that I had used all season. It was my Bible. It was what won games for the Wranglers.
“Look, I know you’re not exactly excited to sit this game out, but we still need your input. We have a bye next week and then…”
“And then I’ll be back.”
Coach looked at my broken hand. “We’re lucky the press didn’t do any digging on your hand. They seem to accept the sprained wrist update in the press report. Has Dr. Ashworth cleared you to play?”
“She will. It’s not going to be a problem.”
“The AFA is going to need a signed letter from her. You know the protocol.”
“Yes, I know the damn protocol.” Everyone had reminded me over and over what it took to get back in the game after an injury. Especially an injury that required surgery. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the TV screens lining the wall. It was Sunday, and every other team except the Wranglers and Warriors were playing today.
Half my attention was on football, and the other half was on last night. I had rolled out of bed, leaving Lennon naked and alone under my sheets. I couldn’t blow off my meeting with Coach, but this was the last place I wanted to be.
Something had happened last night. Something that had changed me when I got my first taste of her. Her lips, her tits, her clit. They were all mine. I knew it as soon as I pumped inside her tight entrance. I had taken her without meaning it to cross a line, but somehow it did. I licked her. Sucked her. Kissed her until we were both drunk with each other. Fucking never felt like that before. And now I didn’t know what in the hell to do. I wanted more. I was addicted to her body. And if I didn’t get out of this meeting, she’d be gone when I got back home. I needed more. I needed her.
“Look, Wes, I’m prepared to keep Cosech in as long as we need him. If this really is a six-week recovery, I can’t count on you out there.”
I could feel the vein throb at my temple. “It’s not going to take that long. All I need is two weeks. I’ll be back. You can count on me. The entire team can count on me.”
There was a pale strip across his forehead when he took off his visor. “I hope that’s true. Really, I do, but I have to look out for the Wranglers. I have ownership to answer to. You don’t have that pressure.
We both wish this really was a sprain, but let’s face reality. No one bounces back from surgery that quickly. So for now, Cosech is our man. When you get your clearance from Dr. Ashworth, then we’ll talk.”
After last night, I wondered how hard it would be to get her to sign off on my release for the AFA. I had given her an unbelievable night. I wasn’t fooling myself. It had been incredible for me, too. The least she could do was sign some damn papers.
“In the meantime, this is the Monday night playbook.” Coach looked at me.
“All right. Run the damn play.” I pushed away from the table. “But when Cosech’s first pass gets intercepted, don’t look at me,” I warned. I knew what I was talking about. We hadn’t made it this far because of luck. There was strategy in every play. And I called the fucking shots on offense.
I walked past him, trying not to wince. My hand hurt like hell. I needed something to jumpstart the healing process. HGH would solve my problem, but I knew the trainers weren’t going to give it to me.
I had to find another way.
“I’ll see you before the game, Blakefield.”
“See you then.” I left the man going over his new plays while the games blared on the TVs.
I didn’t like wearing the sling. It made me look weak. It made me look like I was injured and I hated that. When I took it off last night, I forgot about the pain. Seeing Lennon’s body. Hearing her moan. Watching her rock into me with total abandon was the best medicine I could get. But right now, it hurt like hell. I was considering taking a few of the pain pills she had prescribed.
I turned my keys in the apartment door. She was standing in her black dress.
“Leaving so soon?” I asked.
“Well, I didn’t know how long your meeting was going to be, and it’s not like we talked about plans. One-time deal, right?” She seemed nervous. She kept looking away.
“It didn’t take that long.” I closed the door behind me. “Trying to figure out the plays for the Monday night game.”
“Oh.”
I walked toward her. Just being this close to her made me want to rip that black dress off her again. She was under my skin. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman made me react like this.
“Why don’t you stick around?” I winked. “We could watch the games. Order some food.”
“Oh, I don’t really watch football.” She shook her head.
“Well then, this is your lucky day, Doc.” I took her by the hand and led her to the couch. I sat her next to me and reached for the remote.
“What are you doing?”
“You are getting ready to get a lesson in football from the most elite quarterback in the American Football Association.” I grinned at her, flipping through, looking for the Cyclones’ game.
“Wes…” She hesitated, twisting her lip under her teeth. It was enough to make my cock strain against my jeans. Those lips were sexy as hell.
“It’s Sunday. That means football.” I eyed her.
“For you, it means football. For me, it means I should go home. We said this was only one night. Last night.”
“Wasn’t last night fun?”
I saw her instantly blush. “Yeah. It was amazing.”
“Then stay.” I turned up the volume. The first quarter was just starting.
She looked down at her dress. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes. I think I should just call a cab.” She laughed lightly. “I thought I was past doing the walk of shame.”
“Hold on.” I hopped up from the couch and returned with a pair of boxers and one of my jerseys. I held it toward her.
“This?”
I nodded. “Try it on.”
She grabbed the ensemble and walked into the bedroom. A few minutes later, she returned, wearing my jersey and a pair of boxers with the Wranglers logo on them. My heart almost beat out of my chest. The skimpy black dress had nothing on this. She was fucking hot as hell in my clothes.
She sat next to me. “This looks ridiculous.”
I stared at her, trying to keep my cool. Trying to remind myself who the fuck I was. “It’s hot, Lennon. You’re the sexiest woman I think I’ve ever laid eyes on.” The lines kept rolling off my tongue like I was some damn love-struck teenager.
“There’s nothing ridiculous about how you look right now.”
“Really?”
She tucked her feet under her and curled up next to me. “Really.” I nodded.
“All right. Teach me.”
“What?” I had forgotten everything. Her breasts peeked through the deep cut in the jersey, and I could see the pink little buds I had sucked so hard last night. My cock was aching.
“The game.” She pointed at the TV screen. “You said you were going to teach me. I know absolutely nothing, so start from the beginning.”
“Right. Football.” I swallowed, tearing my eyes away from her tits. “All right. The game is divided into two halves, and those are split into two quarters each.”
She was a surgeon. She was brilliant. Explaining football to her seemed insane, but she
listened intently as I went through the rules of the game, the numbers of players, how the defensive and offensive teams were set up. By the end, she was starting to get into it. There was a new kind of light in her eye. The one of a fan.
“How about a beer? You can’t watch football without beer.” I made my way to the kitchen.
“What? No, you can’t drink on your pain medication.” Her tone was instantly sharp.
I grabbed two bottles from the fridge. “Do you ever turn off being a doctor?” I twisted the cap off one and took a swig.
Her eyes narrowed. “Do you ever turn off being a football player?”
I chuckled, handing her the other bottle. “You don’t have to worry. I haven’t had one of those pain pills in days. I don’t like the stuff. I don’t like how they make me feel.”
She looked doubtful. “But how is your hand feeling? Let me take a look at it.”
Before I could protest, she had the sling off my shoulder and was examining my fingers. She leaned closely to my wrist and I could feel the warmth of her breath rolling over my skin. It was instinct as my left hand twirled a strand of her hair between my fingers.
She looked up. “I think we need to get you back in for an earlier appointment.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You haven’t been taking care of this like you should, Wes. Your hand is still swollen. I’m going to get ice.” She pushed off the couch and headed for the freezer, where she began to put together a makeshift icepack.
“I wouldn’t usually recommend ice this late after surgery, but you need it.” She touched the ice—wrapped in a towel—to my hand as I winced. “It still hurts, doesn’t it?”
“That means it’s healing, right?” I searched her eyes for false hope. I needed these bones healed yesterday.
“Not necessarily.” She reattached the sling across my shoulder and cupped the ice on my wrist. “Twenty minutes of ice and then we’ll give you a break. No arguing.” She eyed me.
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