Sweet Satisfaction

by Violet Paige

  “I never said I wanted to be a new man.” His voice deepened. “I play football. I want to play football. This is the condition I’ve been given if I want to stay a Warrior .”

  I gasped when he shoved my other leg to the side and began to stroke the inner fabric. But I didn’t stop him. I sat listening, talking, and soaking in every stroke .

  “And using me seemed like an acceptable price.” I ignored that in this moment I was using him. Draining every sexual thrill I could from his hands. My body syphoned every shred of lust rolling off of him .

  “I was going to see you anyway, Alexa. The press was called in by PR. And they could have followed us if they wanted to. It might have happened anyway. I was going to kiss you like that no matter who was watching. I couldn’t keep my hands off you .”

  “But you led them down there. They knew exactly where we were going to be .”

  “Fuck, Alexa. I’m sorry. I had to do it .”

  My breath hitched when his fingers crawled to the center of my legs and tugged at the zipper on my jeans. He was crazier than I thought if he had any expectation of sex right now, because I was absolutely not going to … Oh shit .

  His hand dove between the lace on my panties and the denim of my jeans. I wiggled, giving him more room to explore .

  “Had to?” I gasped the words .

  “Yes. Had to. You have to get it. Football is my life. I can’t do anything else. I am the Warriors QB. You have music. I have football .”

  His fingers strummed over my clit and my eyes rolled back as my lashes fluttered closed. I tried to force down the sudden fire burning in my core .

  “I fucking hate to admit it.” He gnashed his teeth. “I have to do what they want until I’m off probation with management. Good guy image all the way for now .”

  It was hard to think while he made my body want everything physical and erotic. He held me in a haze so that I only cared about raging screams and toe-curling orgasms that were gifted by his one-of-a-kind cock. I realized how alike we were. I had the image he needed. And he had the attitude I wanted. He had lived free and wild. He didn’t care what people thought. I wanted that so badly .

  I tried to breathe slowly, letting his fingers work my clit with perfect precision while my last remnants of sanity held on .

  “I get it,” I whispered. “I get it, Luke.” I sighed this time with a mixture of understanding and desire. I did understand him .

  “Good,” he whispered. “I want you to get it. I want you to get everything I can give you right now, baby .”

  I was falling. Falling into his hands. Forgetting that I tried to walk out. Forgetting that two minutes ago I was livid and ready to punch him. All my body knew was that Luke Canton delivered on his promises .

  “I think we should fuck until you feel better about everything,” he growled in my ear, pushing a thick finger inside me .

  I nodded my head vigorously. Exactly. That’s exactly what we needed to do .

  Somehow I had lifted my hips and my jeans were in a pile on the floor. Luke’s eyes were hungry .

  “I know how to make you feel better .”

  I wasn’t prepared when he spun me around, laying me over the back of the couch so my ass was in the air. His hand squeezed and massaged while the other peeled the lace to my knees. I was at his complete mercy. I obeyed as he quickly removed the tank top over my arms and head. He unsnapped my bra and I raised my hands to free my chest .

  The leather felt cool and soft against my skin. I rubbed my breasts up and down and my nipples perked under the friction. My body responded to Luke’s commands as if I knew they were coming. As if I were desperately waiting for him to give me the next direction .

  He pumped two wide fingers inside me and I whimpered. “Oh, God .”

  I rode him like that, letting him pry my entrance while I bounced and coated his fingers with fresh juices .

  “Fuck, Alexa.” He pulled the back of my hair, biting my ear with a quick snap of his teeth. His fingers slammed inside me and I moaned with pleasure .

  “Feels good,” I whispered .

  “Does it?” His voice in my ear sent shivers straight to my core .

  “Yes.”

  “Watching you fuck my fingers like this is hot.” He kissed my neck and my shoulder. I felt the hot rigid point of his tongue descend along my spine .

  And then I bucked when I felt it curve over my ass. I froze. But Luke was quick. And within a heartbeat he was planted on the floor, his hands pushing upward between my legs and his mouth clamped tight over my clit .

  “Oh, God.” My head hung back as he sucked and licked. I rode his face as shamelessly as I did his fingers .

  His teeth grazed my clit and I clawed at the couch for stability. My knees wobbled and my breath was ragged. Holy hell I was going to come in Luke’s living room, all over his face .

  He growled with satisfaction as my hips jutted harder. I needed it. I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to save the last bit of dignity I had. I rode and rocked. His tongue plunged inside my entrance, twisting and swirling .

  “Oh shit, Luke. Oh God .”

  “Come for me, baby. Come hard .”

  The light shone through the wooden blinds. The only sound was me gasping for air as Luke coaxed the deep orgasm from my core with his tongue .

  My nipples rubbed over the leather and I lost it. The orgasm cascaded from inside me, spilling through my limbs and pouring from my voice like a song .

  Luke sucked and stroked until I panted for relief. “Please,” I begged .

  I didn’t think I would survive another explosive orgasm. But he was relentless chasing his fingers with this tongue in and out of my entrance. The second one tore through me more viciously than the first .

  “Don’t fight it, feel it, or I’ll make you come all over again .”

  I groaned, knowing he’d never stop until I came the way he wanted. I gave in. I closed my eyes, lifting my hair from my neck. Jerking my hips. Sighing. Moaning. Saying Luke’s name over and over. Like a runaway rip current it made me relinquish all control. It pulled and tugged at me until my entire body was drenched in sweat and bliss .

  He chuckled, lowering my ass to the couch. I turned to face him. My hair fell in my eyes. But Luke stood, scooping me in his arms .

  “Feeling better ?”

  “Oh God, yes.” I smiled. I’d never let sex wrap me in such sinful rapture before. He made me a fucking goddess .

  “Good. Because I’ve got more therapy planned for you .”

  He kicked through the bedroom door .

  “Therapy?”

  Just the fact that Luke had plans for me made me feel a new twinge in my core. I liked round one. Round one was epic. Round one made me a new woman .

  “This is my version of fuck-the-brand therapy .”

  I looked at him quizzically .

  “You know. The brands that define us. The ones that caused this bullshit fight between us .”

  I nodded. “I do know .”

  “So, let’s do what we want to do. No brands. No labels. No managers. Just you and me fucking each other until tomorrow .”

  I swallowed hard. Oh God .

  “But I have to get on a plane,” I argued. “I told Jake I’d be there.” Jake would kill me if I missed that flight to Nashville. He was standing in the middle of a media firestorm. A hellish blazing tornado that revolved around my bad decisions .

  Luke tossed me on the center of the bed and shed his clothes. He crawled toward me. Naked. His cock wide and throbbing for me. His body rigid and athletic. Beautiful in a masculine way that made me want to touch every square inch of muscle until I had him completely memorized .

  “There are no brands allowed in this bed, baby. Do you want to get on a plane, Alexa or do you want me to fuck you ?”

  Fourteen

  Luke

  I loved that sated glow on her body. I knew I had satisfied her on the couch. I’d never seen a woman come like that. It was fucking art
the way she did it. She wasn’t going to suddenly roll over and bolt out of here. Not with the sounds she made. Not with the way her body reacted to my every move. I held some kind of power over Alexa and we both knew it .

  “If I stay, it’s going to make things worse,” she argued .

  “And if you go, we don’t get to do this.” I waggled my eyebrows .

  “If I’m seen in Austin another day, the press is going to report we’re together. It’s more than a kiss if I stay. It’s a headline .”

  “So let them.” I leaned down, flicking my tongue over her nipple. It puckered into a hard peak, begging for my teeth to toy with it some more. Fuck, she drove me crazy. I wondered how many different ways I could make her come. Was there anything she wouldn’t do ?

  “And this? What is it if I stay? Do you want another headline with me? Is this more press for you ?”

  I looked in her eyes .

  “This is what you want it to be .”

  I couldn’t resist her tit any longer. My teeth latched on it, sucking with possessiveness .

  “God, Luke,” she groaned. Her hands urged my head closer before trying to shove me off. “Is this part of the plan? Part of the great PR campaign for redemption?” she asked through panted breaths. “You need my good girl name ?”

  The planning meeting never got past the hospital ambush. That was all Charlie had outlined for me. She wanted Austin to start to make the connection that underneath the playboy act it was possible I had a heart of gold, buried under the scowl and the tattoos. Life had made me tough, and all it took was the influence of a good woman to make me some kind of loveable teddy bear. It was fucking laughable. I didn’t have a hard life. I was born and raised in a small Texas town. Great parents who raised two football-loving sons. One a people pleaser. The other a hard-headed prick .

  Alexa writhed under my touch. “You have everything to gain and I have everything to lose .”

  She was fucking right. This girl could save me. And I could destroy her .

  Getting lost in her. Burying myself in her was the first time I thought salvation was something I wanted. Her eyes on me stoked a new desire. A desire for something bigger than myself .

  I didn’t want to be the Luke Canton that everyone else saw me as. I wanted to be the Luke Canton that Alexa saw me as. The man she relied on to protect her when we were in the parking garage. The quarterback who would pay his last penny for a private concert with her. The man she needed to unlock the secrets of her body. She fucking needed me .

  “Then don’t tell anyone.” I didn’t need her because Charlie dictated it. I needed her for me. She was my perfect dirty secret .

  “What?” She tried to prop herself on her elbows, but I was making my way down the silky skin surrounding her navel. She flattened on the mattress with a soft sigh .

  “I don’t care about using your image. That was never my shitty idea. It won’t happen again .”

  I took my time, pressing her folds back with my fingers, feasting my eyes on her swollen clit. It was as if it were pulsing a rhythm for me. I licked my lips .

  With a quick snatch, Alexa pulled a pillow to her chest. That wasn’t going to help her when I got started .

  “Really?” She barely got the word out. “You won’t ?”

  “No. I swear.” I wanted the argument to be over. I wouldn’t touch her name. Only her body .

  I blew a warm whisper of air between her legs, pinning her velvet layers into position. God, she was even waxed to perfection, pointing me to right where I wanted to be .

  “You haven’t answered my question,” I reminded her .

  Her eyes were glazed with lust. I could smell the musky scent seeping between her legs. My cock was a hard rod of steel, ready to possess her one more time. But not until she said the words .

  The stakes were different now .

  I had an entirely different offer than I did last night .

  “Do you want me to let you go, or do you want to stay and be fucked?” I’d never given a woman the option to be mine. I’d never wanted anything more than a good-time fuck. But with Alexa one time. Two times. Not enough. Not fucking close .

  Her nails dug into the contours of her side. She twisted her hips, pumping with sexy hip action, trying to get more from me, but I held her where I wanted her. I watched the pink bud throb—God, she fucking wanted me .

  With one word that swollen clit would be mine. I’d bury my cock so far inside her there would be no going back. Her slick honey coated her. My dick would slide with fiery heat, claiming her with authority .

  Her manicured nails raked closer to me, digging into her thighs. The tips pressed at the peak of her knees and I almost fucking lost it. She spread her legs wider almost dropping them to the blanket as if she could read my mind .

  “Fucked,” she moaned. “I want to be fucked .”

  Her tits pebbled and the cream between her legs flowed .

  I needed only one taste. One second inside her like this. Taking in every ounce of sinful heaven she offered .

  I thumbed the end of my cock swirling the precum over the head before I reared back and sank into her with power that branched from every part of my body .

  Just a few pumps like this I told myself. Only a minute with nothing between us. She was mine. Alexa Wilde was mine to fuck and she stayed in my bed because this was exactly what she wanted .

  Fifteen

  Alexa

  M y hands instantly clutched the taut muscles of Luke’s backside when he thrust his thick dick between my legs. Relief. Pain. Ecstasy. I sighed .

  I was sore from last night, but with a few thrusts I stretched around him and the burn turned to an undeniable sensation that tingled all the way to my toes .

  He pushed forward on his palms, his massive body hovered over me, sending his steel to hit my inner walls with blinding electric shocks .

  “Ohh,” I cried, loving it. Wanting it again and again .

  He pulled out, nuzzling the head of his cock over my clit before driving back inside me with slow grinding pressure. The searing heat was unbelievable. The connection. The friction. The fever between our bodies .

  “Fuck, Alexa,” he groaned. “I don’t want to stop fucking this way.” The raw flesh of our bodies craved each other .

  And then I realized how reckless we were being .

  “C-condom,” I sputtered, trying to focus on what was in the nightstand .

  The idea of Luke pulling out of me and sheathing his superior cock with a layer between us made me want to cry in disagreement. I liked sex just like this. Skin on skin. I take that back. I liked sex with Luke like this .

  “You feel too damn good.” He bit my shoulder, hilting himself so far I gulped for air .

  I whimpered. He was right. Again. I needed it again .

  “I feel it every time you squeeze my cock. God, Alexa,” he groaned. “I feel how hot and wet you are. How fucking tight your sweet pussy is.” He closed his eyes, driving into me .

  I arched welcoming the intensity. Needing it. Craving it .

  “But shouldn’t we…” The bedside drawer wasn’t out of reach, but if he separated his body from mine it would feel like he had to walk a mile to come back .

  “Not today, but soon.” He did the one thing neither one of us wanted, and pulled out from me. I almost groaned from the hollowness he left. “I want to come inside you just like this, damn it. I’m going to fill you with my come. I swear .”

  I nodded. Was it crazy I wanted it too? I was terrible at staying on any kind of birth control regimen when I was on the road. But that was going to change. I wanted more sex with Luke like this .

  And somehow we had made a pact. A decision. I didn’t know what to call it. A secret affair? Sex on the side? On his bed, in the middle of the day I agreed to keep seeing him for this. I’d find a way to stay on the pill. Timers on my phone. Helena’s help. Whatever it took .

  “Get on your knees, baby .”

  My eyes gave away my hes
itation .

  “Now,” he growled .

  My heart beat faster and a new jolt of adrenaline raced through my veins. I rolled onto my stomach, pushing up with my hands so that I was on all fours .

  Luke nestled behind me, gripping my hips with his million-dollar hands .

  Instead of thrusting inside me, I cried out with white-hot pleasure when he lifted me and rocked my hips backward, slamming me onto his cock .

  “Oh fuck, your pussy is soaking wet .”

  I jolted upright again on my knees, landing a second time on his wide shaft. The pleasure split through me .

  “Fuck, Alexa.” He swept the hair from my neck, gaining access to my skin. His lips sucked and bit while I rode his hard dick with relentless pursuit .

  His hands twisted and plucked at my nipples. I whimpered, but we kept up the punishing pace. My hands lifted in the air and wrapped to the back of his neck, clutching him for balance .

  I knew all I needed was one touch and the epic orgasm that had been building would be free .

  I’d be free .

  I bounced slower, gyrating my hips, looking for the friction my clit needed for release. I moaned with the unbearable need building inside me .

  “Please, Luke,” I begged. “I want to come.” I didn’t know I had this ability. To open my body to so many climaxes .

  My back pressed against his chest. The sweat from our bodies gliding between us. My tits jutted forward, aching from the attention his greedy fingers gave them. And my swollen clit hummed and throbbed. It pulsed with demand .

  “Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice deep and gruff in my ear .

  It wasn’t as if I’d never done that before. But never in front of someone .

  I drifted one hand from his neck and settled it between my heated folds. Holy shit I was wet. I moaned when my fingertips brushed against the swollen nub .

  “Fuck me baby while you show me how you make yourself come,” he ordered .

  I inhaled for air before my fingers deftly strummed over the tight bud that had me in intoxicating pain. I was mindless with lust and greed for his body. I wanted to show him I could be a fucking hellcat .