Lexington and 42nd (The Off Field Series #1)

by Kim Carmody

  “What? Tell me.” His voice was a rasp, “You need to come? Is that it?”

  I nodded against his lips. “Yes, please. Now Will.”

  He pulled back, watching me openly as I came apart under him but I was too far gone to even care. “You don’t know how many times I fantasized about doing this to you. But fuck, the reality is so much better.”

  He bent down to pull my nipple into his mouth and sucked it through my shirt. I let go of his hair, using my hands on the counter to support myself as I arched into him shamelessly. Nothing, nothing had ever felt this good.

  He groaned, the vibrations on my breast making me push further onto his hands.

  “I swear to God, I’m framing this t-shirt.” I forced my gaze down to where he was looking and sure enough, his mouth had left a dark wet patch on the material around my nipple. I arched further into his hand as his fingers slid back inside and his thumb rubbed against me. I felt the beginnings of my orgasm start to ripple down my spine as Will’s hand moved faster, his thumb pressing down to massage just there.

  I came with a cry, bucking against his body as he pulled me into him. He locked our foreheads together as he devoured my orgasm with his eyes, watching me as I came all over his hand.

  Gradually I came back down to earth again, and both of us leaned back slightly to watch as Will slid his fingers from me. That single act felt so intimate, even considering what he’d just done, that I wondered if I should feel self-conscious. He pulled them out ever so slowly, almost like he knew he had to but didn’t want to, and continued down, tugging at my underwear until I lifted my hips off the counter. His eyes moved back to my face and his hands paused, like he was silently asking for permission to keep going. As if to say, you know what happens now, are you sure this is what you want? I wriggled my hips against his hands, giving him all the go ahead he needed. They came off with a swift tug of his arms, falling to the floor and with one arm wrapped around my waist and the other gripping my thigh, he pulled me up off the counter.

  “I want you in my bed,” he said as he carried me towards his room.

  At his words I couldn’t help but move against him, my breath catching when I felt the smooth heated tip of him poking out from his pants. He grunted, the noise so raw that my body instinctively moved to rub him again, if only to draw out the sound once more. Will’s grip on my thigh tightened, stilling my body.

  “Careful Bambi, I’m a little highly strung right now.”

  Instead I tugged at the back of his shirt, wanting more than anything to have nothing between us. With one swift movement he pulled it over his head, discarding it as we finally reached the end of his bed. He wasted no time crawling up the mattress and covering my mouth with his, both of us groaning as he ground his hips against me.

  “Shit.” Will pulled back suddenly, leaning on his knees. “Are you okay?”

  “Huh?” I gaped at him. I could barely breathe, let alone focus on speaking now that his gloriously naked chest was on full display. Honestly, if I’d thought Will was a perfect specimen before, bare-chested Will was just way off the charts.

  “Did I hurt you? Are you sore?”

  When I didn’t answer, he spoke again. “From the accident.”

  “Oh. No I’m all right. I mean, I’m a little tender but I’m fine.” I reached up with both hands, desperate to feel the weight of him on me again.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive.”

  He hesitated, before finally coming down to meet my mouth. “You’ll tell me if I hurt you?” Sucking on my lower lip, his voice was barely a whisper. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I nodded against his lips, even though I was fully aware that while the pain wouldn’t be physical, this beautiful man was probably going to hurt me very much eventually.

  Will released my mouth, kissing along my collarbone while his hand pushed inside my shirt, finding my breast. He nuzzled into my neck as he squeezed, running a thumb over my nipple.

  “Fuck, I’ve never wanted anything like I want this. I don’t know how to stay in control with you.”

  I arched up into his hand, wanting, needing more. “Good. I want you out of control.”

  “I’ve imagined this so many times. I don’t even know where to start. I want to hear you come again, I could listen to that sound every hour for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

  I pulled on Will’s hair, desperate for something, anything to ease the ache inside of me. “Why don’t you start by taking your pants off?”

  He leaned back, a small smile lifting one corner of his mouth, but instead of getting off the bed, he pulled me up with him, tugging at the hem of my t-shirt.

  “Why don’t we get this off instead so I can see those perfect tits of yours.”

  He slipped the top over my head, sitting back on his heels to get a good look at me and I felt every bit as naked as I actually was under his gaze. Will’s arm reached out between us, cupping my breast and taking the full weight of it in his hand.

  My greedy eyes wanted to take the opportunity to explore his perfect chest again, but I couldn’t peel myself away from the hunger on his face. His eyes were devouring me whole—he was a lion, and I was his prey.

  He shifted slightly and my gaze was drawn to where his body moved on the bed. I couldn’t help the way my breath caught as I glimpsed the head of his erection still poking out of his pants. I bit my lip, the weight of Will’s body the only thing stopping me from making a dive to his waistband and beyond.

  “See something you like?” His voice was rough as nails.

  “Do you?”

  “Fuck yeah, I do.”

  He moved over me again, the feel of our bare skin connecting like nothing else on this earth. Will kissed me, wet and dirty until I was sure I was going to self-combust.

  “Will, pants. Now.”

  He laughed into my mouth. “Such impatience, sweet thing. Let me take my time with you.”

  I shook my head against his lips. “After, just…please.”

  With a drag of his tongue between my breasts, he pulled himself back, yanking at his pants as he stood. I watched with awe as his cock sprang free, bobbing under its own weight. He moved to the bedside table, pulling out a condom before climbing back over me.

  My legs spread to accommodate him, hooking up and over his calves as he settled between them. I could feel the hard warmth of him pushing against me as his mouth found mine. I moved on instinct, needing friction, and we both froze as the tip of him slid against my opening. Our eyes met and I could feel a tremor running through Will at the effort it took him not to move.

  Will’s breaths came out in shallow bursts across my skin, his face contorted from the effort of holding back and still neither of us moved.

  “We…we should use…” His eyes flickered to the condom but still he didn’t move.

  “Yeah, we should,” I said, with little conviction in my voice.

  He paused a second longer before pulling my lower lip into his mouth, nodding with finality. “We should.”

  Will pulled back, kneeling over me as he ripped open the condom wrapper, rolling it down his length before pulling absentmindedly on his balls. It was an image I wanted to record and play over and over in my mind.

  He moved faster than I thought possible and before I knew it, I was letting out a squeal at the feel of his mouth between my legs.

  “Shit. Will, oh my God.”

  His lips attached to me, sucking and licking as his fingers once again slid inside. His other hand held me down, pressing against my stomach as I writhed in pleasure, so close to the edge.

  “Fuck, your little sounds are killing me.” His words against my skin were positively indecent. “Let me hear you again.”

  Embarrassingly quickly, I felt my thighs begin to shake as the orgasm built, before my body arched involuntarily into his mouth, taking, taking, taking as the pleasure rolled through me.

  I fell back against the bed almost light hea
ded, my body twitching ever so slightly as Will continued with feather light kisses to my skin. My hands found his hair, pulling gently, needing the weight of his body on top of me again.

  He moved, taking his time kissing across my hips, my stomach and stopping to suck on my breasts which I was fast learning might be his favourite part of my body. No surprises there—what with him being a man and all.

  When his lips finally reached my mouth, he hummed, smiling against me.

  “You sound even better when my tongue’s on you.”

  “Will.”

  “What? You do. I want to bottle up those little noises you make and get off on them every night for the rest of my life.”

  I gasped into his mouth. “You’re so…dirty.”

  “You don’t like it when I’m dirty?”

  He had me there. I loved it when he was dirty—it was embarrassing how much.

  “I want to hear your sounds.” I moved underneath him, arching until he slid down to where I wanted him.

  He nipped at my chin, smiling. “I’m a little worried the whole of Manhattan will hear me.”

  I laughed but Will’s smile faded. “It’s um, it’s been a while.”

  I frowned before understanding dawned.

  Oh.

  Oh.

  “How long is a while?”

  Will shrugged, dipping his head back to my neck before answering. “I don’t know, I guess a couple of months.”

  My eyes bulged, “A couple of months?” Truth be told, two months was a while considering he could pretty much have a different woman every day, but two months, really? Is that what people classified as a while these days? If so, I hadn’t had sex in forever.

  Will snapped his head up, eyeing me curiously. “What’s wrong with that? When was your last time?”

  “Not since I’ve been in New York that’s for sure.”

  I felt his muscles relax. “Oh.”

  I tried to speak, wanted to ask why he hadn’t had sex in what he considered a while, but Will was done talking. He kissed me, and any thoughts or questions were put aside as my body whirred back to life.

  His teeth nipped at my tongue before he pulled back onto his elbows, watching where he moved against me.

  Just in.

  Just out.

  Just in.

  Just out.

  And then with an almost pained expression he pushed all the way in, his eyes squeezing shut as he let out a burst of air.

  “Fuuuckkk.”

  I sucked in a breath, unable to help the small yelp that spilled from my mouth at being so full.

  Will stilled. “You okay?”

  “I’m good, you can move.” I shifted my hips. “Please.”

  I slid my hands down his back, pressing my nails into the firm mounds of his ass which seemed to give him all the encouragement he needed. He dropped his head to my neck, setting a steady rhythm as he went about nipping and sucking every available surface of my skin.

  Will pulled back, slowing his movements as his hand ran up my stomach and over my breasts to settle at the base of my neck.

  “So soft.” His index finger traced down to the valley between my breasts before running a palm over one, squeezing. “So fucking soft, I want to bite you just to leave my mark.”

  His words should have been off-putting—I had never relished being possessed by a man—but with Will I liked it. I wanted him to take every part of me for his own pleasure. He could stake his claim in as many ways as he liked and it wouldn’t be enough for me.

  His finger traced lower, back down across my stomach to where our bodies met. I jerked up into his hips as his thumb rubbed over me, mindless words falling from my mouth as I felt the steady low hum begin to build between my legs.

  His fingers left me for a second and the loss of his touch caused my eyes to snap open. Will’s hands reached under my hips, kneeling to pull me up to straddle him. The connection was instant, like our bodies were made for one another, we just fit.

  His mouth went straight to my nipple, sucking and biting as he used my body for both our pleasure, the push and pull of my hips against his tipping me over the edge.

  “Don’t stop, please….I’m close, so close.”

  “Fuck, get there.” He grunted into my skin.

  My body took over, bucking against his with the single-minded focus of finding my release. Will captured my lip between his teeth, pulling the cry from my mouth as I came.

  My body went limp as the last of the orgasm pushed through me. Will’s hands moved to link under my arms, gripping my shoulders to move my body as he pleased. A thick sheen of sweat broke out across his chest just before he stilled, his body going granite hard as he grunted into my neck, shuddering with the force of his release.

  Seconds passed, maybe hours as our chests rose and fell together. Will pulled back, lifting his head to meet my eyes, planting a soft kiss on my lips.

  “Jesus, that was—” He squeezed his eyes closed, shaking his head. “Intense, seriously intense.”

  I could only nod, feeling so overwhelmed by him, by us, by this that I didn’t trust myself to speak. The so-called fun that I’d set out to have suddenly felt like so much more.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Will gently lifted me off his body, wincing as he slipped out and rolled us onto the mattress. We both lay there not speaking, the slow return of normal breathing the only sound in the room.

  I watched him curiously, unsure what to expect now. I had this nagging thought hovering in the back of my mind, like now that things had finally happened between us, it was just the start of the countdown to the end. Isn’t that what I’d always expected would happen?

  It was easy to push the thought to the back of my mind though, with my body still absorbing the afterglow of having such ridiculously good sex. Was Will this good in bed because he’d had so much practice? Or was he just blessed with an intuitive understanding of how to give a woman pleasure? Something told me it was a little bit of both and it didn’t occur to me to mind.

  “What are you thinking about?” He brushed a thumb over my temple.

  “Nothing you’d want to know.”

  “Try me.”

  I shifted, moving away from him as the full realization of what we’d just done dawned on me. I was suddenly desperate for some breathing room, some time to think without the overwhelming presence of him.

  “I interrupted your breakfast, I should make us something.” I slid off the bed before he could reach me, pulling my t-shirt over my head. It was still cool and damp where Will’s mouth had been and my skin prickled at the memory. Even without meeting his gaze I knew he’d seen my reaction and had the exact same memory running through his mind. It was like there was this ever present force between us—we were hardwired to be fully alert to one another.

  He leaned up on his elbow, patting the bed next to him. “Come back here, you don’t need to do that.”

  I waved him away. “It won’t take long, besides you must be hungry.”

  Deciding underwear wasn’t essential at this point, I hurried out of the bedroom, aware that he was only seconds from pulling me back down to him. I needed a breather from the intensity of it all, time to figure out what the hell happened next.

  Away from him I surveyed the kitchen, able to relax somewhat now that he wasn’t so near. He hadn’t let me help out last night, insistent that I rest, so it was with some excitement that I set about in his gloriously well-appointed, fully-stocked kitchen to make breakfast. For Will, for my quarterback. At least for this morning anyway.

  He appeared just as I was dropping the eggs in water to poach, all bare chested and freshly fucked and I had to brace myself against the sink to stop from sliding to the floor. I smiled at him briefly, thankful I had something else to concentrate on besides the hulking frame that approached.

  His arms slid around my waist as he nuzzled into my neck. “Where’s my girl gone?”

  My girl, I could get used to that.

  “Wh
at do you mean? I’m right here.”

  “Yeah, you’re here, not over there…in my bed. Why’d you run away, you allergic to my sheets or something?”

  I gave in to the heady feeling of his stubble running along my neck and sank back into him. “I felt bad, I pulled you away from eating.”

  He spun me to face him, catching my lip between his teeth. “If I recall correctly, I definitely ate this morning.” He sucked harder on my lip. “And it was delicious.”

  Oh. My. God.

  The toast popped up, pulling me back to the task at hand. Will stepped back, letting his hands drop as I gently pushed him away, giving him a small smile. My senses were on overdrive as I felt his eyes follow my every move around the kitchen. I was being studied in detail and he didn’t even care to be subtle about it.

  “Stop looking at me Will, it’s off-putting.”

  “I like looking at you, Emma. You should know I plan on looking at you as often as I can.”

  He stood close behind me again when I went back to the eggs, pulling them from the water.

  “Who on earth knows how to make poached eggs?” His body leaned further over mine as he gave them closer inspection.

  “I do, I’m an eggspert when it comes to cooking eggs.”

  He nodded, taking a plate from me. “You don’t say.”

  We sat on stools at the counter, Will pulling my legs into his lap before tucking in.

  “Holy shit, you really can cook eggs!”

  I smiled, watching as yellow yoke oozed from the egg whites. “Fresh eggs for breakfast every day, one of the many joys of living on a farm.”

  He started eating, his eyes still trained on me like I’d just given him the cure for cancer rather than a perfectly poached egg.

  “I’m gonna need you here every morning,” he said, pointing his fork at me. “Pre-season bulk-up, I need to eat more of these eggs.”

  “Pre-season bulk-up? You mean you’re going to get bigger?”

  He nodded, swallowing. “Yep, I’ve got about 14 pounds to go.”

  “Fourteen pounds? That’s probably more than one of my legs!”