Heavy Hitter (Triple Play Series Book 1)

by Stacy Borel

  Leaning forward, Crew placed his lips on the inside of my leg, kissing his way up. When he was at the apex of my thighs, his eyes narrowed. “Has anyone ever had their mouth here?”

  His breath whispered on my most tender of places. “Never.”

  “Good.” His tone was deep and guttural.

  He gave one leisurely lick up from the bottom to the top. I grabbed the edge of the leather and tried my best not to buck. A moan rolled out of my throat, and I shut my eyes. I didn’t want to look down at what he was doing to me. He pushed his tongue between the folds of my sex, and I felt him hit the very spot I brought myself to ecstasy with. His hand moved up, and he spread me open and began swirling his tongue around my clit, barely putting any pressure on it. It was the most incredible feeling. I knew I maybe should have felt a slight unease about my first time doing something like this, but all I wanted was to wrap my legs around his neck and pull him closer. He continued to tease the small bundle of nerves in a way that was making my body shake and wiggle when I hadn’t given it permission to.

  I thought he was going to drive me mad, but then he sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the swollen nerves. I gasped loudly, and Crew brought his other hand up to my peaked nipple. Pinching it only increased the sensation of what his mouth was doing to me. I was growing ever more needy; the desire to let myself go was prevalent and on edge.

  When I first started talking sexually with Cooper, and we were young and in love, everything was clumsy. We fumbled around like a couple of blind people without direction. I’d taken my time to learn his body in the few encounters we’d had, but he didn’t return the favor. I think young boys assumed that what felt good for them must feel good for us. While parts were pleasurable, the preamble to the actual act was never what I’d hoped for. It never made me see stars or lose control of my own body like I was right now. Crew was making me feel like my body was his. I was a puppet on strings, and he was pulling and tugging on the parts he wanted to move.

  He was bringing me to the brink of complete insanity with a flick of his tongue. I was powerless to stop the rock from rolling down the hill. My legs began to shake, and I held my breath.

  “Crew …” I groaned.

  He wouldn’t move his mouth away long enough to answer. Instead, he pinched my nipple harder than the last time, and it sent me toppling over the edge. My whole body quaked under the orgasm that spasmed through me. I undulated my hips against his relentless tongue and tried my hardest to ride the waves.

  When he released me and sat back, he emanated complete satisfaction. He enjoyed that he made me come unglued. His hair was mussed, and his lips were swollen and red. I briefly wondered what I might taste like on his mouth. Unabashed, I sat up and grabbed his neck and pulled him to me in the kiss I’d expected from him when he began all this. I lapped at his flesh, getting hints of a mildly salty essence coupled with whatever he tasted like.

  I think I like it.

  A low growl came from his chest. “I’m struggling to hold myself back from you, Ashton.”

  “Why would you?” I impulsively dared.

  A slight smirk spread across his mouth, and Crew stood. “Unbutton my pants.”

  The command was unbreakable. With slightly trembling hands, I pulled at the thick material and felt when the button gave way. I peered up at him through my lashes and sucked in my lip. His fingers came up to my chin, and when his thumb pulled my lower lip down, I released it.

  “Keep that up, and we will see just how good your mouth does when it’s on my cock.”

  I was midway with his zipper when he said that. Something about my expression must’ve given me away, and he took a step back, leaving me sitting in his car vulnerable and exposed. I was comfortable having something to do with my hands but not when his eyes drilled into me.

  “You’ve never done that before, have you?”

  My shoulders rose a little. “No. I tried it once, but I’d barely had my mouth down there before he finished.”

  Crew wrinkled his nose. There was a hint of amusement in his voice. “What a douche. First times are like a dog going into heat. Humping the air is sometimes all it takes.”

  He was certainly right about that. “I didn’t know if it was normal for something like that to happen.”

  “Can be but not for everyone.”

  I crossed my arms over my stomach, pushing my breasts together. A spark lit in his eyes, and I saw the bulge in his pants jump. If I were going to gain any experience sucking on a man’s cock, I’d gladly become an apprentice learning from her master.

  “Not you? Is that what you’re saying?”

  He gave me a devilish grin. “Stand up, Ash.”

  I complied. I was still determined not to let my bashfulness take the lead. Instead, I watched him as he pushed his jeans down over his hips and let them land on the ground. His erection stood proudly in front of him, and he grabbed it and stroked it leisurely. Tentatively, I placed my hand over his, my fingers slightly trembling. When he let go to let me take the lead, he placed his palm over my hand, his long digits encompassing me. He was guiding me, showing me how much pressure he enjoyed and the speed he liked to be caressed. As I continued to move my hand up and down, Crew released my hand and grasped my ass. He leaned down and kissed me, pressing our bodies together, and my ability to keep going temporarily ceased.

  “As much as I’d love to see your lips wrapped around my cock, I don’t have the patience to wait any longer.”

  I was enjoying this side. The one where I felt powerful and in control despite fumbling around. “What if I wanted to?”

  He sat down in the car and grabbed something out of his pants pocket. A similar foil packet like the one Holly had given me. My legs quivered, knowing damn well I was about to be sent into another level of pleasure.

  He ripped it open, and I watched with rapt attention as he rolled the thin latex down his shaft. With a slight chuckle and a boyish grin, he looked up at me. “Believe me, if I felt I could last, we’d be doing all the things. But right now, I feel like one of those high school fucking douchebags. I need inside you.”

  There was a stampede in my chest, and I swallowed. Would I ever get over how beautiful he was? He laid back on his elbows, and I bent down into the car to climb over him as gracefully as the small space would allow. He didn’t seem to mind, and it took no time for me to brace my knees on either side of him, hovering over him right outside my entrance.

  With a slow movement, I lowered myself, feeling every little centimeter of thickness as my wetness coated him. I was beyond turned on, and my mind was a frazzled mess. I felt like I should be forming sentences right now, but the way his eyes were watching me, his hands palming my breasts, and the fullness I felt as he was fully seated inside me were enough to make me go crazy. I think there came a point when sexual inexperience turned into pure instinct. My body began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, but it grew to a pace that had Crew thrusting his hips up to meet mine.

  Sweat was trickling down my neck, and I desperately wanted to kiss him. But seeing myself through his eyes as he brought me to the brink of climax was so seductive. Our skin glistened, and I watched as his abs bunched under my hands. My nails dug into them as my body clenched, and my orgasm had me shaking uncontrollably. I felt my insides grasp him, and a deep groan came from under my hands. He was coming as our bodies slammed together. I ground into him, deepening the sensation as I milked every last drop from him.

  My arms were weak and gave out on me as I collapsed onto his beating heart. He brushed back the hair from my face as I desperately tried to catch my breath.

  “What was that?” I said in adoration.

  His body shook with laughter. “That was fucking amazing, is what it was.”

  It really was. I needed a minute to recover. “Mmmhmm, let’s do it again when I can sit up.”

  “Woman … I think you’ll kill me.”

  I started to lift, and I patted his pec. “You’ve
got this, champ. Round two.”

  “If I’ve created a monster, I like it,” he growled as he tapped my nose.

  I laughed. “Well, the monster wants it again. And food.”

  He was trying hard not to laugh himself. “How about I feed you first, then we can do whatever your little heart desires for the rest of the night?”

  I pondered it. Wanting to pout like a child because that would mean he would have to get dressed. Who needed food? But then I thought of getting him naked again, and it was all a million times more appealing.

  I sighed. “Fine, if we must.”

  This time he did bark out a laugh. It was incredible how a smile lightened his features, and he seemed so much younger than he was. It looked good on him. Not that I didn’t enjoy the serious, brooding side either.

  We both climbed out and put our clothes back on. Crew locked up the garage, and we decided to get burgers to go. Eating in bed and sex. Sex and the most glorious guy I’d ever seen. Tonight was going down in the books as my favorite night ever.

  Crew

  THE OTHER NIGHT WAS PERFECTION. As much as I wanted Ashton to stay over in my bed, I knew it probably wasn’t for the best, considering how her dad felt about me. I also knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. The woman made my dick twitch every time she blinked her eyes. I’d barely slept because my raging hard-on woke me up every five minutes. Just thinking about her warm pussy made me want to drive to her house and demand she come back with me so I could fuck her six ways from Sunday. She was absolute perfection. Between her curves and her innocent expressions as she waited for my commands, I didn’t think I’d ever slept with a female who lacked the experience yet surpassed all expectations. She oddly felt made for me as she molded her tiny frame against mine.

  I was lying in bed, and it was a quarter to nine. I’d have a case of the fuck off Monday blues except it was Wednesday. I had the day off for the first time in a while, but that was because Mac was out of town, and I was currently waiting on a part that wouldn’t get to me till tomorrow. My plans were to do a big fat nothing except eat, sleep, rinse, repeat. My blinds were closed, and my room was darker than usual for this time of day. My fan was on, and I was lying shirtless despite it being cold. A blanket strewn across my body kept me warm, and I heard the faint pings of raindrops as they hit my window. It was supposed to storm all day, which made it even more conducive to staying in bed and catching up on my sleep.

  My eyelids were heavy, and the soundtrack of white noise was dragging me back under when I heard my phone buzzing on my mattress by my face. Groaning, I picked it up and read Forrest Snider on the screen. Instantly, my chest sank, and I debated whether I wanted to answer.

  Eyeing the phone, I swiped my finger across the bottom and pressed it to my ear.

  “Hello?”

  “Mr. Evanstan?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m Forrest Snider, the attorney handling your grandparents’ estate. How are you this morning?”

  I swallowed. “I’m fine, and I know who you are.”

  There was a brief pause. “Mr. Evanstan, the reason for my call—”

  “Mr. Evanstan is my dad. You can call me Crew.”

  Forrest cleared his throat. “Excuse me, Crew, I’m calling because my office has gone through the paperwork regarding your grandparents’ wills, and there’s a pressing matter that needs to be discussed. I was hoping you’d be able to come into my office so we could go over some of it in detail.”

  I blinked at a small stain on my beige carpet. Why they put this ugly generic carpet in apartments when people are constantly moving in and out made zero sense. Seemed like a waste of money. But that was trivial shit that passed through my head to minimize whatever Mr. Snider might have to say.

  “I’m not in Savannah right now. I moved a few months ago and am several hours away. Is this something you can tell me over the phone?”

  Another agonizing second of dead air. “Unfortunately, no. These matters need to be handled in person, and I need for you to sign a few papers.”

  Why? What could be so important that I would need to drive all the way home? Weren’t fax machines and scanners a thing for people who couldn’t go anywhere? While I missed home like the sun missed the horizon while it was in the sky, I hadn’t planned on going back till Christmas. I was finally settling in with work and Ashton. Every day, I woke up and wanted to impale Mac’s face on the Iron Throne, just like every day he berated me as if I were some random off the street. Not to mention, I was making friends with Foster, and this apartment felt like a place I could hide and unwind.

  “When do you need me?”

  “As soon as possible.”

  I could hear the hustle and bustle of wherever he was in the background with phones and voices. I didn’t know if Mac would even give me the time off to go down there. Not even for something like this. The fucker had no heart.

  “The holidays are coming up. I was thinking about coming back home around Christmas. Will that be good?”

  Forrest cleared his throat. “Sir, that’s almost four weeks from now.”

  I knew that, but I wasn’t sure I had any other choice. Hell, I was assuming that Mac would be gracious enough to let me go home for Christmas. If he didn’t, the douchebag could suck a million dicks infected with chlamydia.

  “I’m sorry, but that’s all I can offer right now.”

  “Okay, I’ll make a note of it. But if you happen to be in town sooner, please stop by my office.” He rattled off the address as if I were writing it down.

  Flipping over on my back, I spoke. “Is this something I should be worried about? My family isn’t like deep in debt, are they?”

  “Oh no, no. Nothing like that.”

  “Are we losing the acreage?” About five years ago, my grandpa bought one hundred acres in Savannah with weeping willows and some waterfront properties my grandmother had fallen in love with. He surprised her on their sixtieth anniversary by having my dad drive her out and drop her off where my grandpa was sitting under one of the vast trees with a picnic lunch. Who said romance was dead? He always taught me a way to a woman’s heart was to keep chasing her long after you had her.

  “What? Oh no, that stays in the family. I don’t mean to be aloof with my responses. Just please come see me as soon as you get a chance so that we can wrap this up and get everything signed.”

  We ended our call, and I lay there wondering what it could pertain to. Lawyers annoyed me. They spoke a bunch of jargon shit that I didn’t have the slightest clue what any of it meant. They might as well be speaking Swahili. I once had to stand before a judge when I’d moved out of my first apartment. The landlord wouldn’t return my deposit, and my parents insisted that I recoup my money in small claims court. I almost didn’t win my case when the old man argued that I’d put holes in his walls and had a cat wouldn’t shut up. I told him to quit lying, and the judge scolded me for speaking out of turn and not using proper language.

  If I couldn’t use fuck in the form of a sentence, then I didn’t fucking want anything to do with it.

  I was restless for the rest of the morning. I’d tried to fall back asleep, but it was impossible. I got up, took a shower, ate my breakfast, called to check in with my parents, and then tried watching a movie. Yet when I looked at the clock, it was moving at a snail’s pace. I was relieved when Foster came home because at least he’d make enough noise around the apartment to drown out my inner thoughts.

  Plopping down on the couch opposite me, he situated himself with his legs propped on the coffee table. “What’s on?”

  “Hmph … nothing.”

  I watched as he sank a large spoon into a bowl of Lucky Charms that he’d filled to the top. A few pieces tumbled over the sides and landed on the cushion next to him. “Not even Wheel of Fortune?” He plucked the marshmallows up and put them in his mouth.

  I arched a brow. “How old are you again?”

  He spoke around a mouthful, slurping back milk. “
Twenty-two, why?”

  I grinned slightly and shook my head. “Old people watch Wheel of Fortune, and that’s not on till later.”

  He shrugged. I really dug his don’t give a fuck attitude about most things in life. He seemed to let it all slide off his back like nothing in the world touched him. He ate another bite, and I saw how he was holding his spoon like a toddler just learning how to use utensils.

  “What can I say, I’m a Wheel Watcher. What are you doing home today?”

  “Much-needed day off.”

  We sat as I flipped through the channels, circling around them twice before reaching over and giving Foster the remote. I was still feeling anxious for some reason, likely from the lawyer’s phone call. I’d even considered making the trip down there and back in a day, but I was slightly afraid of the outcome. Foster was looking at his phone when I decided I should probably throw in a load of laundry to knock out the pile that’d been building in the corner of my room. He got my attention when he brought up his cousin out of the blue.

  “Ashton really likes you.”

  I gave him my full attention. “What makes you say that?”

  “Dude, come on. I’ve known her my whole life. If there’s anybody on the planet who knows her better than she knows herself, it’s me.”

  That was probably true, but this seemed like an awkward conversation between two men—especially her family—so I tried to play it off. “I like her too. She seems cool.”

  He looked at me a skeptically. “Do you like her?”

  “I just said I did.”

  He shook his head. “No. I heard that, bro. I’m asking do you see yourself with her? I talked to her this morning, and it doesn’t take Einstein to see she’s super into you.”

  I blinked. Did he want me to pour my heart out to him? Were we having a moment here? “Are you asking me if I plan on making anything official?”