Kicked

by Celia Aaron

  He pinned me again, his lips owning me. I let my fingers rove along his back as he gripped my hair with one hand, pulling until he was able to slant his mouth over mine. His tongue knew just how to stroke mine, to sink and tease until I was wet and desperate for more.

  I arched when he cupped my breast through my sweater and squeezed. His cock pressed against my stomach. Fear and desire burned inside me, because I knew tonight was the night. I would finally give myself to Trent the way I’d been dreaming about for years.

  He broke our kiss and backed off a fraction of an inch. “I need to go slow with you. I have to.”

  “Who are you trying to convince?” I moaned when he tweaked my nipple.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” His thin veil of control was slowly ripping apart.

  Running my hand down his hard stomach, I stroked his cock through his jeans. I may as well have flashed a red cape in front of a bull.

  He crushed me against the door again, his hands roving me. “Fuck going slow.”

  He gripped my ass and lifted me so I straddled him, his cock pressing against my hot core through my jeans, then carried me to his bed and lay me on his navy comforter.

  His bronze skin was flushed as he grabbed my sweater. I lifted my arms, and he pulled it over my head, then tossed it to the floor. He groaned and grazed his palms over the white lace of my bra.

  “Innocent, sexy.” He scrubbed a hand down the stubble along his jaw. “Take it off.” His voice was full of a command that sent a thrill down to my pussy.

  I did as he said, releasing the clasp and sliding the lace off. He licked his lips as my breasts were revealed, and a tremble shot through me. The way he stared melted away any of my shyness and made me feel sexy.

  He claimed one of my hard nipples, sucking as his tongue flicked across it. I squealed and ran my fingers through his hair, my body on fire. He gripped the front of my jeans, and with a yank, undid the button. Kissing down my stomach, he pulled the zipper and hooked his fingers in my jeans and panties.

  “Off.” He tugged, and I lifted my hips as he removed every stitch of clothing I wore.

  He stood above me, studying my body like a map that would lead to his heart’s desire.

  “Slow, go slow,” he repeated, though the look in his eyes said anything but “slow.”

  Easing his hands to his waistband, he undid his jeans and pushed them and his boxers to the floor. When he stood, his cock pointed straight up toward his belly button, the shaft thick and the head damp. An mmm sound escaped my lips. I’d never seen one up close like this. The fact that it belonged to Trent had my thighs on fire, and I wanted to touch him, to taste him.

  “Spread your legs.” The predatory look in his eyes had my heart beating faster than if I’d run a race.

  I eased my knees open a little, nerves trying to overtake the heat he’d stoked in me.

  “Wider.” He gripped his shaft and pumped it in one long, slow movement. “All the way, Cordy.”

  “Trent.” The word sprang from my lips as I opened my legs wider, bending at the knees and placing my feet flat on the bed.

  “Look what you do to me.” He held my gaze as he worked himself in long strokes. Then he climbed between my legs, kneeling there as he devoured me with his searing gaze. “Give me your hand.”

  I leaned up, anxiety filling the synapses where my endorphins had been. What if I wasn’t good at it? What if it hurt? What if I hated it?

  He took my hand and guided it to his shaft. It felt velvety, and I gripped it, testing how much I could squeeze.

  He groaned and braced himself with one arm on the bed. “Are you trying to make me come?”

  I kept moving up and down the length of him, pleased that my touch had such an effect on him. He started thrusting his hips in time with my rhythm. I was getting the hang of it when he put his hand on my shoulders and pushed me down on my back.

  His weight settled on top of me, though he kept most of it on his elbows.

  He kissed my neck, all the way up to my ear as the head of his cock slid down my wet folds. “So fucking wet for me.”

  I shivered as he centered his small thrusts on my clit, each stroke of his cock more pleasurable than my fingers had ever been.

  “I’m going to bury myself inside you.” His muscles shook as he kept making the measured movements that drove me wild. “Are you on the pill?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Good.” He let the head of his cock slide to my entrance. With a small push, he nudged inside the slightest bit.

  I squeaked at the intrusion and felt a minor burning sensation. It subsided until the only thing left was the promise of pleasure.

  “Are you okay?” His voice was strained.

  “Yes. I think.” He pushed a little farther, and my toes curled at the sting mixed with the sensation of being filled. “I think I’m ready.”

  He rested his forehead on mine. “It’s going to hurt, Cordy. I can’t help that. But I promise I’ll make it feel so good you won’t care. Do you still trust me?”

  I stared up into his eyes. They were filled with passion, but also a gentleness that erased any of my doubts.

  I took a breath and grazed his lips with mine, my decision made. “Yes.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  TRENT

  I FORCED MYSELF TO go slow. She looked up at me, her amber eyes full of trust and a hint of something else, something I’d wanted to see there from the first moment I saw her. I kissed her again, realizing I would never get enough of her lips or her sweet taste. She pressed her palms against my back, clinging to me as I began to move inside her.

  Her pussy was hot, wet, and incredibly tight, and it took everything I had to keep my movements controlled. I eased my head farther inside her and groaned my pleasure into her mouth. She tensed for a moment, then relaxed again as I massaged her tongue with mine. I pushed in a little deeper, her slick walls bearing down on me in the most exquisite vise.

  She ran a hand to my ass and dug her nails in as I embedded myself. She tensed again, and I kissed down to her neck, biting lightly at the juncture of her shoulder. I slid a hand to her breast and pinched her nipple. Her moan told me I could continue, and I pushed the rest of the way with slow, smooth, unrelenting pressure. My cock was ready to explode from the sheer deliciousness of her body, but I would make it last.

  She shook, and I popped up to check on her. She bit her lip, and her eyes were half-lidded. The sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and far better than the many hot scenarios I’d imagined over the years.

  “Are you okay?” I nipped at her jaw and reveled in the feeling of being fully inside her.

  “I—yes.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “I-I, well it did, but now it just feels…good. Like, full and good.” She fidgeted a little, and I bit back a groan.

  Slow, slow, slow. I dropped another kiss on her mouth and slid out to my tip. She squirmed and let out a breath. I gave her a moment, then pushed slowly back into her, even farther than before.

  “Mmm.” She dug her nails into my side.

  “Fuck.” I dropped my head onto the pillow next to her, trying to keep myself together. My balls were already drawn up tight, but I wasn’t coming until she got off on my cock. I’d taken her virginity, but I wanted to give her so much more.

  She pumped her hips tentatively, just enough for her clit to grind on me. A surprised sound left her lips, and she did it again, making my cock throb from the friction.

  She purred. “Oh, that feels so—”

  I moved my hips with hers, and she dug her nails deeper.

  “Together.” I licked her earlobe and kissed the spot beneath it. I surged forward, and she met my stroke with one of her own. “That’s it, Cordy.”

  I set a slow pace, and she met me each time, grinding on my cock and taking a little piece of my sanity each time, until I was fucking her harder than I’d intended, but not as hard as I wanted to. Our skin was slicked with sweat as we moved against eac
h other, my lips always on her delicious neck as she moaned and moved beneath me.

  I pulled back and sucked one of her tight nipples into my mouth, a slight hint of salt on my tongue as I sucked and kept pumping in and out of her. She arched her back, giving me all of her. I took it and wanted more. I feared I would never get enough.

  Sitting back, I pulled her hips off the bed and gripped around her thighs, fucking her in steady strokes. Our skin slapped together, echoing around the room.

  “Look.” I directed her attention to where her tight pussy took every inch of me.

  She watched transfixed, the weight of her gaze driving my load up my shaft.

  I licked my thumb and pressed it to her swollen clit. She bucked, but I kept her hips locked in place with my other hand.

  “Touch your tits.”

  She panted, her lips open as she watched me fuck her, and cupped her breasts as I’d instructed. I increased the pressure on her clit, rubbing her as I impaled her on my cock.

  “Pinch your nipples.”

  “Oh my God.” Her moan lit up pleasure sensors in my brain that I didn’t even know existed.

  She was a wet dream come to life, her hands pinching her pink nipples while my cock disappeared inside her. She kept her eyes on where we were joined. She was easily the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. And she was mine. Just watching her pussy take me again and again had my mouth watering.

  I sped my strokes, my cock hardening with each thrust. I wouldn’t last much longer, and I needed to feel her come, to experience the height of her pleasure while buried inside her. Drawing up some of her own wetness, I swirled my thumb around her clit, and she bit her lip.

  “Oh my God. It feels so…” Her voice faded as her hips began to lose their rhythm.

  She stilled and held her breath. Then she arched so hard that only her shoulders remained on the mattress. She came, her pussy squeezing me as she moaned loud enough for my neighbors to hear. I didn’t give a shit.

  I slammed into her a few more times as she began to come down, then pulled out. I didn’t even have to stroke myself. Rubbing my cock on her curls, I came hard, thick ropes of come marking her pussy as mine. I groaned and thrust against her, emptying everything I had as she panted beneath me.

  When my cock stopped kicking, I sat back and stared at her, a masterpiece of sex and perfection. Her brown hair curled slightly around her neck, and her skin glowed luminous in the low light. I couldn’t stop the pride that welled in my breast as I surveyed my come on her pussy. I didn’t care if it made me a cave man. I wanted her to feel my possession the same way I felt hers over me.

  She placed her palm on her forehead and left it there, her fingers in her hair. “Wow.”

  My heart leapt and was far more gratified by her response than was modest. Leaning down, I brushed my mouth against hers. “Are you okay?”

  She smiled against my lips. “Better than okay.”

  “Hang on.” I darted to my bathroom, then came back and cleaned her up with a warm washcloth.

  Lying next to her, I couldn’t stop touching her, my fingertips greedy to feel every bit of her skin, sift through every strand of her hair.

  She giggled when I skirted my hands along her ribs.

  “Ticklish?”

  “A little.”

  The wind howled outside, the steady thrumming sound of rain against my windows reaching my ears. Every sense in my body had been so focused on Cordy that I forgot all about the storm. She was finally here in my bed, in my arms where she belonged. The thunder and rain were only background noise.

  I kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”

  She stared up at me as I pulled her to my chest and whipped the sheet over us. “For what?”

  “Giving me something no one else will ever have.”

  She buried her face in my neck. “I should have done this sooner.”

  I frowned and tugged on her hair. “With me. Sooner with me, right?”

  “Of course.” She ran her teeth along my neck, and my cock began to thicken again. “I’ve never even thought of anyone else. Not since we first met.” She sighed. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that.”

  “Yes, you should have.” I pulled her chin up and kissed her. “It’s the same for me. Only you. Besides, I told you everything earlier. Every sordid detail.”

  “You did, stalker.” She smiled, her warm breath tickling my lips. “I can’t believe we did it.”

  “You’re not too sore, are you?” I hugged her close.

  “I’ll live. I might be kicking sideways a bit at practice.” She laughed again and let out a contented sigh that I locked deep in my heart.

  “That won’t do.” I kissed the crown of her head.

  We lay silent for a while until I heard a distinct rumble that wasn’t thunder.

  She laughed and rubbed her stomach. “We skipped dinner.”

  “Come on.” I sat up and pulled her with me.

  She reached for her sweater.

  “Wait.” I walked to my closet, pulled a t-shirt off a hanger, and tossed it to her before donning some boxers. I watched as she slid my shirt over her head. It fell to her upper thighs, and fuck me if she didn’t look hot as hell wearing my clothes.

  “Mmm.” She hugged herself. “Smells like you.”

  She likes the way I smell? My ego and my cock began to swell at the same time. I took her hand and pulled her from the bed, then bent her back and claimed her mouth again.

  She made a high-pitched sound and wrapped her arms around my neck. I could kiss her for days. Her stomach rumbled again, so I reluctantly broke our kiss and led her toward the kitchen, then sat her down at the bar.

  “This apartment is really nice.” She looked around and tapped her nails on the granite.

  “Thanks. My dad lived in this same building when he was at Billingsley. He had such great memories here that he bought it and had it renovated.” Just another Carrington perk. I studied her, wondering what she must think of me. The phrase “spoiled little rich boy” definitely came to mind, and she wouldn’t be wrong.

  I’d dropped the boxes of food from Pita Stop on the entry table when we’d walked in. I retrieved them and set us up at the bar. We ate in silence for a while, listening to the ongoing roll of thunder. The food was room temperature, but still delicious.

  She wiped her mouth and turned to me. “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  She put her hand on my forearm. “Not just for the food. For helping with my father. I’ll repay you somehow.”

  “No, you won’t.” I smiled. “Don’t be fooled. Money is easy for me. I can pay for things all day long, but I want you to know that if there’s anything I can do to help you, or to make you happy, I’ll do it.”

  “Like getting me the kicker position?” She took a sip of her water.

  I nodded. “Like that, yeah.”

  She set her glass down and frowned. “Wait. Did you get me first-string?”

  “No.” I took her hand and kissed the back of it. “That was all you. I promise. Nothing to do with me.”

  Her smile returned. “Thank God. I didn’t want to start off with a confidence problem. But it had a lot to do with you. Don’t kid yourself.” She ran her hand down my cheek, and I leaned into her palm. “And I hear what you’re saying about money being easy for you. But you’ve done more for me than anyone else ever has. Thank you.”

  I toyed with a lock of her hair and grinned. “It wasn’t completely altruistic.”

  “No?” She took a bite of baklava.

  I gripped her waist and pulled her closer to me. “Not at all. I had my sights set on a very particular goal.”

  She batted her lashes. “Oh, my dear Mr. Carrington. What sort of girl do you think I am? You can’t buy my affection.”

  I kissed her, the honey on her lips only enhancing her taste. “I know exactly what sort of girl you are. Mine.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CORDY

  THE BEAT OF THE d
rums behind me reverberated through my chest. The offense was on the field, Trent leading the charge toward the Gators’ end zone. I stood along the sideline, mixing in with the players as Coach Sterling stalked past us.

  We were already up by fourteen, and I’d kicked each point after the touchdowns.

  Hawthorne stood at my elbow. “Looks like you’re about to be up again.”

  I glanced up at him, his red hair glowing under the stadium lights. “Don’t jinx it!”

  “Whoa.” He held his hands up, a wry smile on his lips. “Don’t even say the J-word around me.”

  “You started it.”

  “And I take it back.”

  “Then I take back the J-word. Though, I must say, your kickoffs have been epic this whole game.” I shook my head as Trent ran the ball up the middle to the two-yard line. “And I couldn’t believe the punt you kicked to the five that rolled to the one. That was crazy.”

  He shrugged, modesty written in the movement. “I just get lucky sometimes.”

  “I’d like to get lucky with the princess here.” Ethan hovered behind me.

  I rolled my eyes. “Go drink some Gatorade. I think all that running around and sweating has fried your wildebeest brain.”

  “Keep insulting me.” He moved closer, his hot breath flowing down my neck. “It’s just going to make it that much sweeter when I’ve got you on your back.”

  “Hey, asshole.” Hawthorne turned and scowled. “Back the fuck off her.”

  “I’m not talking to you, copper top.”

  Hawthorne laughed far too vehemently to be believed. “Oh, good one. I’ve never heard that one before.” He guffawed. “Tell me another.”

  Before Ethan could spew any more bullshit, the crowd came alive. Trent had thrown a perfect pass to the back of the end zone. The offense ran off the field, bringing the smell of grass and earth with them. I snugged my helmet into place as Coach walked up.