Strike (Completion Series)

by Holly S. Roberts

  My fingers circled him and I glanced down to watch what I was doing. He wasn’t just long but wide too. I had no idea how he would fit, but I was done waiting. Going on instinct, I cupped his balls in my other hand and slowly rubbed my palm up and down his incredible cock. So exquisite when I’d never thought this part of a man was even nice. His was perfect and the silky feeling was better than perfect.

  He took my shoulders, lifting me slightly so I had to let go. He brought me up higher, my hands landing on his shoulders.

  He reached up by his head and grabbed the condom, tearing the wrapper with his teeth. He moved me slightly with one arm so he could reach his cock. I watched him roll the condom down the entire length.

  “Kiss me, Jaycee.” Pure need thrummed in his low, throaty words.

  I couldn’t resist his mouth; hell… I couldn’t resist him.

  This kiss was more powerful than all the others combined. His tongue dove in, swirling around my mouth, sucking and nibbling. His hardness pressed between my legs, the tip at my entrance, but he didn’t press inside. His fingers grasped my ass and stilled the questing forward movement of my pelvis as he continued kissing me. He pulled my hips a little forward and his arched up.

  Just the head went in. He was big, I was tight, and I couldn’t help tensing. His lips left my mouth as he kissed along my jaw to my ear.

  “A little more, baby.” He pushed in farther and bit my earlobe at the same time.

  Damn, who knew my ear could be so sexy?

  He moved me a little higher up his body while levering me closer, slowly gaining entry. It stung in a hundred different ways, but he started sucking where he’d just kissed. He pushed again and gained another tight inch at the same time he sat forward so my knees spread wider. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his teeth bit into my shoulder. My body started sinking down over his cock—tight, smooth, just the right side of painful.

  “Breathe, baby.”

  I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath, but I let out the air and then took a breath inward. He pushed his hips off the bed, impaling me. His arms moved to my back and held me tight. He didn’t move his hips, just rested inside of me while I wrapped myself tighter around him.

  Slowly, his arms loosened and he grabbed my hair at the nape, pulling my upper body away so I had to look at him.

  Our connection was so intimate that it actually embarrassed me.

  “You okay?” If it weren’t for the break in his voice, I would think this wasn’t affecting him.

  “Oh, God, Reed, please,” I begged. My body was wound so tight, I couldn’t think straight.

  He leaned back, releasing my hair and grasping my hips while he slowly lifted me off his cock. The tight slide drew a groan from him and an intake of breath from me. He watched my face and I tried to keep the discomfort from my expression. Oh, but when he pushed back in it wasn’t as bad. Then he lifted my hips again. I was wet, but the slight friction caused a gush of fluid and the glide of our bodies became easier.

  I always thought the person on top controlled the pace, but Reed had my hips in a tight grip and he moved me at his own speed. My knees slipped down a bit and his cock ran over my clit as he was sliding back in. I moaned with the contact and he made sure he hit that same spot again and again.

  Suddenly, as he sank in deep, he rolled me beneath him. He caught my hands, threading our fingers, and lifted them above my head. His eyes blazed…the blue, so crystal clear I gasped.

  “Put your legs around me.” His tightly spoken words let me know he fought for control.

  Then, he lost it.

  No longer gentle, he rose above me before burying himself deep. I swear I could feel his cock throb as he pulled back out and sank to the hilt again and again.

  My head whipped from side to side, but he used his teeth to nip the parts of me that remained still. I felt the burn of his teeth on my shoulder, my throat, the tops of my breasts. A fire built between my legs and he pressed my hands deeper into the mattress at the same time he pushed my ass deeper into the same softness using his hips to thrust downward. I cried out, unable to stop the tide washing over me. My toes curled, my thighs tightened, and my heels dug into his ass.

  My orgasm was almost painful, the intensity overwhelming as it roared through every part of my body. He kept up the fast movement, taking his pleasure, his eyes even brighter after I found mine. I watched his glorious face—the muscles bunch, lips tight. His mouth opened slightly as he ground against me, going deeper than he had before. It hurt, it turned me on, it flipped my world upside down as I watched him come. There wasn’t a more incredible sight on earth and I’d done this to him.

  Chapter Fourteen

  For a long time we lay there with him buried deep inside me.

  “Shh.” He wiped tears from my eyes. Tears I didn’t even know I was crying. “Did I hurt you, baby?” His concern just made it worse.

  “No.” I gave him just a touch of my smile. “That was beautiful.” He had no idea I was talking about him, but I was.

  He tipped his head until his forehead touched mine. “You’re beautiful, Jaycee. So damn fucking beautiful.”

  He pretty much took the words out of my mouth and my smile grew.

  “When can we do it again?” I wanted to already. I wanted to keep this connection with him so badly.

  His chuckle preceded a kiss to my nose. “You’re gonna be sore, so we should wait.”

  “I’ve waited so long, Reed. I want you again.”

  I could tell he wanted me again too because I could feel him growing inside of me. He took ahold of my hair and moved my face to the side so he had access to my neck.

  “I hope you don’t mind love bites because I’ve marked you, baby, and I plan on marking you some more.”

  “I’ll kill you later.”

  He laughed against my skin before sucking. The shock went straight to my clit and I bucked my hips. He was pure evil, because he pressed into me hard, keeping me from moving, but he didn’t stop his torture of my neck and shoulder. I pushed against his immoveable body and he used his teeth harder knowing what I needed.

  “Will you let me try something?” he asked between nips.

  “God, you can try anything, just please stop torturing me.”

  He laughed again, but it turned into a moan when I tightened my internal muscles. It was good to know I could tease him too.

  He lifted his chest, putting more pressure on my pelvis with his as he reached into the drawer beside the bed and took something out. I figured it was another condom, but I was too busy leaning up and biting on the skin below his nipple to look.

  What’s fair is fair.

  I was half right. He did remove another condom, but then I felt something cool slide around my wrist. I looked up. The roll of tape was red, but, strange, more like latex.

  “It’s bondage tape. I’ll stop if you want me to.”

  My entire body zinged, and for just a second, I went back to my thoughts from that first night about why he tied me up, which made me smile. He had no idea that I’d also dreamed about him tying me to that chair. When it happened, I was scared to death, but I couldn’t help where my mind went each night when fear was no longer a factor.

  “Don’t stop.”

  The look he gave me was visceral, his eyes going all glassy again. He continued wrapping, but was so careful that it wasn’t too tight. He secured my hand to the brass rails of the headboard, leaving about six inches of tape between the rail and me. The torturous glide of his cock slowly leaving me had my free hand digging into his shoulder. He rolled us to the side until I lay on my stomach.

  Oh shit, now I felt insecure.

  He swiped my hair to the side and kissed my temple. “I’ll release you at any time; just tell me. You look so sexy this way.” He started looping the tape around my other wrist and quickly had it secured.

  “Lift your legs, baby.” He helped me so my knees, which were nothing more than jelly, forcing my ass into the air.
r />   So not good.

  His fingers found my clit and began moving in tight circles.

  So fucking wonderful.

  “Reed,” I said on a half-cry, half-scream.

  “This will feel so good, but I need you to hold that pose while I dispose of this condom.”

  I knew I would panic if he moved off the bed. My ass in the air made me feel too vulnerable. “No. Don’t you dare leave me like this.”

  “Are your hands okay? Do you want them untied?”

  “No, just…just don’t walk away from me, please.”

  “Shh, okay.” He started rubbing my spine with one hand while his other returned to my clit.

  He moved behind me and I think I could hear the sound of him removing the condom, but I wasn’t sure. He didn’t leave the bed and I gave a sigh of relief and then a groan of pleasure. His fingers felt so damn good.

  The hand at my back reached around and enveloped my breast, moving until he pinched my nipple and received a startled yelp. He rubbed away the slight pain then pinched my clit.

  Oh, God, sensation traveled between the two points. One aching with sharper pain, one dull with after pain. He squeezed my nipple again, moved to the other breast, and did the same. Then he was working my clit. He changed the pattern and I wanted to scream, but moaned loudly instead. Just those three points brought me to a sharp, incredible orgasm as my hips moved against his hand.

  “That’s it, baby. Give me your pleasure.” His pinches grew harder and my body sizzled, each touch taking me farther over the precipice.

  One of his legs came up beside me, his knee pressing against my side. I felt his cock at my entrance, pushing against the swollen flesh. I wanted it so badly, but I was sore. His hands surrounded both my breasts and this time he pinched my nipples at the same time. I cried out and he pushed in. One long glide. He didn’t stop there. He pulled almost completely out then pushed in again while his fingers tightened on my nipples.

  It hurt so damn good.

  “I can’t hold back, baby.” He started pumping into me, the front of his thigh slamming into the back of mine, his other leg giving him balance. I won’t lie… it hurt, but it was like no other pain on earth. The perfect pain, so exquisitely perfect. I loved it and wanted more. Even with my hands secured, I could move my hips back against his thrusts. I could feel his hot breath against my back, his muscles against my flesh. My pussy tightened again, moving closer to another explosion.

  “Give it to me, baby. I want it all.”

  The burst of sensation blasted from my center, traveling out, reaching the tips of my fingers and toes. Reed thrust forward again and the telling throb of his release joined mine. I was barely aware when he unraveled the tape from my hands and massaged my wrists. He also pulled my knees from under me, half laying his body on mine. I couldn’t move and the feel of him at my back was deliciously comforting.

  I dozed, but had no idea how long. Kisses on my back woke me up.

  “We need a bath and then I must get you home or your guardians will have my head.”

  The lazy, satisfied giggles escaped before I could stop them.

  The bed dipped and Reed rolled me into his arms, carrying me back to his bathroom. My feet hit the floor and I watched while he removed the condom from his cock and flushed it. He started the water in the gigantic bath, adjusting the temperature. He looked at me and smiled.

  “May I leave you for just a few seconds? I tossed the other condom on the floor and don’t want to forget it.”

  I could feel the heat travel to my cheeks.

  “You are so adorable for such a firecracker.” He lifted my hands and circled them around his neck.

  His lips took mine in the sweetest kiss. When he released me, he turned and walked out of the room. I tested the bath water and then placed both feet in and lowered myself into the warm liquid, needing the heat on my muscles.

  “Keep your eyes closed, baby, unless you want to watch me pee.”

  Oh my God, the man had no boundaries. I didn’t peek. Living in a trailer with my brother made for no privacy, but Reed didn’t seem to have a problem with the concept. I heard the stream hit the water and then the toilet flush. I sank a little bit farther under the water until he stepped in and the water went over my head.

  “You’re a water hog. Move over.” He slid in beside me, moved me down, and arranged himself so his legs rested on either side of mine and I could lean back against his chest.

  “How do you feel?” His voice was so wonderfully lazy.

  “Tired.”

  “Our date would have been fun, but this was so much better.” He cupped water in his hands and dribbled it on my chest. I opened my eyes and looked down. There were several hickeys on the rise of my breasts. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what my neck and shoulders looked like. I’d never understood why any woman would allow a man to mark her like this. Now I did because it was Reed’s way of claiming me and I felt special.

  “I think my brother might not be happy about what you did to my skin.”

  The rumble beneath my head let me know he silently laughed. “It wasn’t against the rules, or at least not mentioned in the rules, so I’ll remind him of that.”

  I was grinning like an idiot. “We need to talk about those rules.”

  He moved his hands so the water dribbled directly on my nipples. “Sorry, baby, but them’s man rules and must be kept secret.”

  “Humph.” I wasn’t sure what I loved…backtrack, liked…more about Reed—his big cock that was starting to invade my space in the bathtub, his ability to make me laugh, or that he appeared to be a really good guy.

  I think the invader was winning right now, or maybe it was what the water was doing to my nipples. I was thoroughly hot and bothered again. I tried turning over, but he captured my upper arms, holding me in place.

  “None of that. I need to get you home and I know you’re sore,” he whispered in my ear with his sexier-than-hell whisper.

  My words came out on a strangled moan. “Then why are you doing this to me?”

  “What, this?” He scooped up more water and aimed for my nipples again, but I covered them just as the drops started to fall.

  Blocking his waterfall had a different effect than what I expected.

  His voice dropped another octave. “Don’t do that.”

  “What, this?” I began massaging my breasts. Slowly kneading them with my hands, letting the nipples peek between my fingers. I used just enough pressure and felt it between my legs. Yes, I was sore, my nipples were sore, I had the most delicious body aches, but my biggest ache was for Reed. Again.

  “You’re not playing fair, but don’t stop, baby.” He pressed his hips upward so his cock dug into my back.

  There was even his use of “baby.” A week ago, I would have considered it condescending, but every time he said it, a thrill ran through me. I continued playing with my nipples while his fingers found my pulsing center that craved his touch. He was gentle and it felt so damn good. He started pushing a finger in and out while rubbing my clit in small circles. His cock pressed against my back in rhythm to his hands. I kept up the breast action and rode the wave until I crested.

  He didn’t stop me from turning over this time. He was still hard and unfulfilled. I wanted to taste him, learn more about the wonderful object that could give me so much pleasure. My fingers curled around his cock. I smiled when his toe hit the lever to release water from the tub. When it was lower, he lifted his knees so I could move up slightly. I licked just the head and watched Reed’s eyes crystallize, the tendons in his neck bulge.

  Oh, the power.

  I cupped his balls with one hand, using the other to bring him back to my lips. I ran my tongue down his length and then back up, loving the slight ridge along the backside of his cock. When I circled the head, saliva pooled in my mouth. There was no way I could take him all; I wrapped my lips around the top and slowly traveled down, applying suction. At that moment, I thanked Wendy Armigator for her
instructions on oral skills in high school. She was very descriptive and talked about doing it incessantly. From the look on Reed’s face, he thanked Wendy too.

  His hands came off his knees and threaded into my hair, stopping my movement. “I’m gonna come, baby.”

  I slid my lips up and spoke against his tip, “Please. I wanna taste.”

  I watched his face as every line tightened and his lips opened in that sexy way that signaled his fulfillment. His cock pulsed under my hands and I felt it against my lips and tongue before he spilled into my mouth. Salty, slightly bitter, sexy, all Reed. I loved it.

  “You’re incredible, Jaycee.” He rested his head back against the tub and pulled my head to his chest.

  I pillowed my cheek there. I did good, I could tell. I thought back to high school and all the girls who gave blowjobs to guys thinking it wasn’t quite sex. To me, it always seemed more intimate and I wasn’t willing to do it with just anyone. Physically taking care of my mother those last two years, along with Jon and Bitsy, was more than I had time for. God, I wished I could take away the memory of the backseat sex. I wished it had been Reed.

  He broke into my thoughts. “I need to get you home.”

  “I know, but this was a wonderful date, Reed.”

  I looked up and saw his smile. “I’m hoping for more dates like this, but also the ones where we go out somewhere.”

  “You’ll be away at spring training soon.”

  His arms tightened around me.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I got home after two in the morning. Jon let me in then crawled back into his covers on the couch. I stumbled to my bed with Bitsy, beyond tired, but feeling wonderful. I knew right before darkness descended that I would feel differently in the morning, that I was like my mother but right now, I cherished what Reed had given me.

  “Jaycee, we’re moving today. Get up.” Bitsy’s voice interrupted the most wonderful dream.

  Oh hell.