Filthy Forward : A Hero Club Novel

by Kelsey Cheyenne

  His large palm finds my breast, cupping me over my bra and teasing me through the fabric. My nipples bead underneath, pushing into the slight padding. He flicks the left cup down, exposing me, and I’m rewarded with a flick of his tongue gliding over the dusty rose tip.

  I moan when he pulls my nipple into his mouth, grazing the bud with his teeth. My back arches at the contact. Tatum sneaks an arm under my back and unclasps my bra. He pulls the garment from between my breasts, ripping it off of me and throwing it across the room.

  His hand plays with one heavy breast while his mouth sucks and nibbles on its twin. He’s supporting his weight on one arm and his legs are between mine. I hook my leg up around his hip and grind against him, needing release. With every swivel of my hips, I get closer to the edge. A wave of pleasure crashes over me and I call out his name.

  “I like hearing my name as a moan on your lips.”

  I’ll say whatever the hell he wants as long as he doesn’t stop.

  He abandons my aching breasts and moves down my stomach. Without warning, he pulls my panties down my thighs and I kick them the rest of the way off, not giving a fuck about where they land. He spreads my legs and I’m wide open before him. I’m soaked and dripping onto my sheets. He uses his thumbs to spread my lips apart before devouring me.

  I fist the sheets on a scream. His tongue flattens against my clit before diving back down and using it to fuck me. I’m breathless as he laps me up. Slurping sounds fill the room as he devours me and I lose myself in the mind-blowing pleasure.

  “Fuck, don’t stop, Tatum. Please.” I shift my hips, getting the perfect angle I need before stars spot my vision. My thighs quake as my release rolls through me, hitting me like a freight train.

  It’s long and intense and I shiver as he places a final kiss onto my clit before kissing his way up my body. I’m sated, having just had the orgasm of a lifetime, but hell if I don’t need more.

  Chapter Thirty

  Tatum

  I knew Bria would taste as sweet as she looks and now I can’t wait to sink balls deep inside of her. I kiss my way up her body and land on her lips. She’s breathless and her legs are open and limp, but I’m not done with her yet. My hand fists my cock as I tug on the hard length. The head is purple, begging to get inside her tight little hole.

  Placing a kiss behind my girl’s ear, I whisper to her before pulling away. “Look at my dick, Bria. Look how hard you make me. I can’t wait to sink into your hot, wet heat and stay there for hours.” My cock is teasing her entrance and she writhes her hips, trying to get me inside her. “I’m going to fuck you now, long and hard, until I’ve had my fill of you, and I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough.”

  Her eyes are alight with desire, but a lazy, sated smile pulls at her lips. “You’re forward both on and off the field, huh.”

  “I didn’t choose the position for nothin’.” I wink and push into her. “Oh, fuck.” I moan as her tight little cunt hugs me, pulling me in deeper.

  She whimpers and lifts her hips, giving me access to sink all the way in. We both sigh in contentment when our pelvises meet and I’m inside her to the hilt. I start slow, moving at an unhurried pace, ensuring she feels every inch of me. Her moans of pleasure transition to frustration and I realize she’s not going to get off this way.

  I pick up the speed, slamming into her until my balls clap against her ass and her cries are loud enough to wake the neighbors. I might break her bed, but I don’t give a damn. I’ll buy her a new one.

  I take my left hand and find her clit, rubbing circles on the tight little bud. She shakes her head and I assume the pleasure is overwhelming her, but she stops me. I slow down to give her a minute, but I’m shocked by what she says next.

  “Use your right hand.” She blushes and now I need to know what’s going on in her pretty little head. “I like to see your tattooed arm getting me off. It turns me on.”

  I smirk and do as she says.

  As she promised, a rush of wetness crashes down onto my cock once I pick up the pace. Her eyes are pinned to where we’re connected and I can’t tell if she likes watching me fuck her or if she’s staring at my ink. I’d guess it’s a combination of both. Her legs begin to shake and she thrashes beneath me. Her tiny fists strangle the sheets and she calls out as her orgasm moves through her. Her pussy pulsates around my cock and it’s enough to have me coming. I pull out and rub my dick until I come all over her tight little stomach.

  Seeing my cum on her abs and my cock glistening with her arousal has me prepared for round two, but I’ll give her a minute to adjust. I spot a towel on the floor and grab it, cleaning her up before using it for myself.

  “That’s Morgan’s towel,” she tells me after the fact.

  Oh well.

  I join her on the bed, pulling her back into my chest to try and squeeze us both onto this tiny mattress. Next time we’re having sex at my place.

  I know I can’t stay long with the risk of the team coming home and someone catching us, but I want to stay here a minute with her. I had a great day today. Everything has fallen into place and she’s the one person I want to end my night with.

  I brush her blonde hair out of her face and her eyes are heavy with sleep. I press a kiss to her temple and push out of the bed, needing to go and allow her to rest. Still, I relish in the moment, taking it in and memorizing every detail about how she looks in this moment.

  “Why are you staring at me?”

  “Because you look beautiful with a post-sex glow.” Her cheeks redden which only makes her look more adorable.

  I sit on the edge of her bed to get dressed after I grab my clothes. Maybe it’s the post-orgasm haze I’m living in, but the words spill from my mouth before I can register or stop them.

  “I met him, my son. I didn’t know if I even wanted kids but now since I met him and held him, I can’t imagine my life without him. He’s incredible. I want you to meet him. Not anytime soon or anything, but when you’re ready. When we’re all ready.”

  She sits up and her jaw falls slack and her eyes turn shiny. It kills me that the blue orbs I love are filled with pain and I’m the one who put it there. She tugs her blankets up around her to hide her body from me.

  “I didn’t mean to scare you or pressure you,” I tell her. “I wanted to be honest with you. This, everything with you today has been perfect and I wanted to share everything with you.”

  “Is that why you waited until we had sex to tell me about it? Because you wanted to be honest with me? God, what the hell is wrong with you? You rush over here like a bat out of hell to rub your child in my face?”

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I thought you remembered or thought about it or—”

  “Trust me, I’ve thought about it plenty. What happened here tonight should’ve been about us, but you couldn’t wait to ruin it and make it all about you. You’re thinking of your kid right now?” She shudders, and her face falls in devastation. “Tatum, I need you to hear me when I say this. I’m not ready to be anyone’s mom. I’m not willing to give up my dreams for you or anyone else. You said today changed everything for you? You’re damn right. How am I supposed to fit into the equation? You’re going back to the Elite, traveling all over while I get left behind. When you come home, it’s not going to be for me. It’s going to be for your child. I’m already batting in third place against your career and your son.”

  She shakes her head and a tear falls over her cheek. She swipes it away and glares at me. “I wanted, for one night, to forget all of it, to not think about it and pretend things were going to work out and be easy. I wanted you for a night, for it to be you and me. For it to be simple. But you had to ruin it. Please, leave.”

  “Bria, don’t do this.”

  “I’m not…” She sighs and rubs at her temples. “I’m not doing anything, Tatum. You already did it and now I need time to think.”

  With a nod, I leave and she makes a point to close her bedroom door behind me the minute my fe
et are over the threshold. I pull my shirt over my head as I jog down the steps to the front door.

  “This is the second time I’ve caught you two together.” I spin around with my hand still on the doorknob at the voice full of malice coming from behind me.

  “What are you talking about?”

  Her grin is cocky and makes my blood run cold.

  “You’re a lot of things Tatum Trevino, but dumb isn’t one of them. Let’s see, you’re the star forward of the LA Elite. You’re an only child. Speaking of kids, you just found out you have one. You’re a rapist and also a predator, preying on the players you’re supposed to be coaching. Did I about sum it up?”

  What. The. Fuck.

  I remain stoic, refusing to give her any indication that anything she says is true. Where the fuck did she hear all of that?

  “Don’t give me that look. I have an inside source. Now, here’s the thing. A few things need to happen for me to forget about all of this. As in, to not go to the media and Paxton and whoever the fuck else will listen. First of all, you need to stay the fuck away from Bria. Dump her, ghost her, I don’t really care, but make sure she knows it’s over. Second, you’re not going to tell her about this conversation. If she finds out, and I’ll know if she does, I talk.”

  I glance up the steps. Now would be the time for Bria to open the door, to come down and overhear this insane conversation. But, as proven a few minutes ago my luck from today has worn out.

  “Why are you doing this? What do you want?”

  “I want you to leave. You’ve been fawning over Miss Priss up there from the moment your fine ass stepped into our stadium.” There’s something deeper lingering under the surface. It’s almost like she’s jealous of Bria. Maybe she’s jealous of me and Bria being together, but I think it’s bigger than that.

  Why can’t I ever catch a goddamn break? When I finally think things are getting back in order and my life is coming together, this happens.

  Little does she know, Bria currently wants nothing to do with me. Giving her space will be easy enough. But she wants me to leave, to quit? Can I?

  Maybe I can. I mean, with Amanda backing down, Murray would have no reason to not put me back on the roster. I could go back to normal, to how things were before.

  Before Bria.

  No. I don’t think I can ever go back to how things were before her. I can’t just forget her and act like nothing happened.

  “Do you want money or a date or what the hell is it?”

  She laughs one of those evil, maniacal laughs the villains make in all the movies. “No, I just want you gone. I want Bria to feel like a supporting character in her life for once instead of holding center stage all the time.”

  This girl is certifiable. She pushes a strand of brown hair behind her ear and leans against the couch.

  “Do we have a deal? You disappear and I keep all of your many secrets. Should be an easy decision, yes?”

  “Playoffs start soon. I want to be here for the end of the season. I want to see this through and then I’ll go,” I plead with her, and she groans.

  “Is that what you want?” I nod. “Here are your options, Tatum. Either you leave now and leave her wondering what she did wrong, or you can stay, but if you stay, you need to make her think you’re into me.”

  I guess she is jealous of me and Bria after all. “Why are you doing this to her?”

  “I’m not saying anything will happen. I heard you two up there. I don’t need her sloppy seconds; I’m not that pathetic. But she needs to believe it. Crush her. Sell it and you can stay.”

  “You’re her best friend. What did she ever do to you?”

  “It’s none of your goddamn business. She knows what she did. Now it’s your turn to make a decision.”

  I waver. But if I stay, I’ll be able to figure a way around this. “Fine.” Her smile would give the Cheshire cat a run for its money. “But, Morgan, I promise you’re going to regret this.”

  She turns to head into the kitchen while I stand frozen by the door, waiting for her to retaliate.

  “You can go now.” She dismisses me and like a zombie, I leave.

  What the fuck just happened?

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Bria

  “How could I be so stupid?” I take a bite of my salad and chew while I wait for my roommate to respond. I’m finally cashing in on the girls’ day I promised her, but I’m sure this is not what she intended. I feel bad laying all of my problems out on her, but I can’t focus on anything else.

  She’s thoughtful considering all the information I threw at her. Between admitting I slept with Tatum and his major foot-in-mouth confession after, I wouldn’t know where to begin either.

  “Why do you even care at this point? He’s proven himself to you time and time again—he’s nothing but a giant fuckwad. You need to move on.” I open my mouth, but she puts up her palm to stop me. “No, listen to me. He’s been playing you since the beginning, even you admitted that. How many chances does he get? Two, I can understand. Hell, even three, but we are far past that point.”

  “I can’t turn off my feelings for him because you tell me to.”

  “I know. I get it. All I’m saying is, take some time. Next week is Thanksgiving. Go home and don’t think about him. When you get back, playoffs start and that can be our primary focus. I’ll help you through it. We’ll kick ass during playoffs, we’ll celebrate and find new guys who will make us forget all about our sexy, douchey coach. Deal?”

  “Deal.” I sigh and take a sip of water. “But he’s going to be hard to forget. Morg, you don’t even know how good the sex was. I mean, he was,” I hold my hands up to gauge the size of his dick to make her understand, “this big. And not skinny either. And yeah, I know, it’s all about the motion of the ocean or whatever, but the dude knows what he’s doing. The boat was rocking, if you catch my drift. I think I came like, three times. I don’t even know. I lost count.”

  My best friend stares at me, her fork paused halfway to her mouth. “That good, huh? Then we need to find you someone bigger and even better.”

  “I don’t think I can handle bigger.” I burst into giggles and she laughs along, rolling her eyes and pretending to shudder. We’re best friends; we’ve always told each other everything.

  The remaining days before break pass in a blur. All of my classes are in prep mode for finals which will happen almost as soon as we get back from Thanksgiving break. Between finals and playoffs, I won’t have a minute to think about anything but school and soccer. No room for boys in my life or my mind.

  Or vagina.

  The minute my class ends, I pack up my car and make the trek home. I miss my mom, but a week with her can be draining. Not to mention, with everything going on in my life lately, I don’t have much good news to pass on. She’s done everything in her power to make sure I’m happy and healthy; I can’t go home without being able to assure her nothing she’s done for me has been in vain.

  I can already hear her lecture if I were to tell her about Tatum. Not about the fact that he’s my coach or anything. No, she would only see his bad qualities. How he’s a career playboy and knocked some girl up. She would see every decision he’s made with me as a manipulation meant to hurt me, to make me a victim.

  And she might be right. I don’t have much to argue against those facts, which says a lot more about the situation than I’m willing to admit.

  I get lost in the drive and when I pull up to my mom’s house, she throws the door open and runs out to greet me. The minute I step out of the car, her arms are around me, squeezing me half to death. She holds me at arm’s length to study me and her face falls in an instant.

  “Oh, honey, what’s wrong?”

  There goes my plan for a relaxing break.

  I’m glad I got to spend the last week with my mom, but I’m also ready to head back to school tomorrow. I’m re-packing my duffel bag in my old bedroom when my mom comes in and sits down on the bed.

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�I’ve been watching the news lately,” she tells me, as if it’s brand new information. She’s always been obsessed with keeping up with the news, even if I don’t think it’s good for her anxiety.

  “Hmm.” I’m too focused on folding up my Nike shorts to catch her searching tone.

  “Your school has come up quite a bit recently.” I pause, but think better of it and resume my packing. I don’t want to push for more information since I’m sure I already know what she’s going to say. At the same time, not asking may look suspicious as well.

  “That’s cool,” I tell her and hope she drops it.

  She doesn’t.

  “Yeah, it seems your soccer team has a new coach and he’s got quite the reputation.” I look up at her and her arms are crossed as she looks down at me sitting cross-legged on the floor. Her face is accusatory, enough to make me stop what I’m doing to join her on the bed.

  “Yeah, the striker for the LA Elite joined our roster this year as an assistant coach. Big whoop.” I hope my tone is convincing, because inside I’m rattled.

  “Big whoop? Do you know what people say about him? He’s in the middle of some scandal right now, but there’s nothing concrete on it yet. Though, there is a lot of speculation. He sleeps around like he’s the one still in college and I’m not comfortable with you being around him. Bria, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this.”

  I take a deep breath to calm myself. I know she’s my mother and her history has her judgment clouded. She only wants the best for me and is looking out for her only daughter. The words are basically a mantra after all these years.

  “Mom, I didn’t tell you because there’s nothing to tell. I don’t get involved in my coaches’ lives and I don’t listen to gossip unless there’s reason to.”

  As the words leave my mouth, I cringe. Tatum has given me every reason in the book to listen to every rumor written and said about him.

  “This is big news. You’re supposed to call me when changes like this happen.”