by Eva Luxe
And what normal Lacey’s body wanted was more Hanson Bell inside of it.
Chapter 21
Lacey
When the cab driver dropped me off, I stood in front of a tall building in Miami Beach. It was a tower of luxury apartments.
I told the doorman who I was looking for, and he phoned up. I waited until he told me I could go up.
My luck, he’ll have a girl here, I thought, as I rode the elevator to nearly the top of the building.
Part of me told myself that would be a good thing—it would pop the fantasy bubble I’d been living in. But another part of me—and probably the more realistic part—told myself that would be a very bad thing. A thing that was more devastating than it probably should be, considering that Hanson and I had only slept together once.
So far.
Okay, I definitely didn’t want him to be with another girl. I needed him to be available to make me feel good.
When I stepped out of the elevator, Hanson’s front door was open, and he stood there in his boxers. I looked him up and down. Every inch of his body was sculpted and muscular, and his hair was tousled like he’d been pushing his hands into it.
“You naughty girl. It’s late,” he said.
“I know.”
I tried to nod very somberly, but I couldn’t help but laugh. Then he did too.
I walked toward him, focusing on putting one foot straight in front of the other. When I stood in front of him, Hanson looked at me very closely.
“Are you drunk?” he asked.
I didn’t know why I shook my head. I smiled at him, feeling like a teenager who had been up to no good.
Hanson’s eyes rested on mine. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I stepped closer to him, brushing my hands against his cock through his boxers and kissing him lightly on the lips.
“I thought you said we shouldn’t do this,” he said.
He was saying no to me? But his pupils were dilated, and when I glanced down, his erection strained against his boxers.
“Since when have you listened to me, or anyone for that matter?” I asked him.
I stood on my toes and pressed my lips against his again, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing the length of my body against his.
“Good point. That was supposed to be my line. But you knock me off my game.”
From that point on, he didn’t hesitate. He wrapped one arm around me and dragged me into his apartment, shutting the door behind me. He kissed me hard, his hands in my hair and his hips pressing against mine.
“God, Lacey,” he mumbled against my lips.
“Take me,” I whispered.
He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. I didn’t have a lot of time or the mind to look at my surroundings. I was aware of a lot of square feet and expensive furniture.
In the bedroom, Hanson turned and kissed me again. I pulled off my shirt and took off my jeans, stripping off my clothes to offer myself to Hanson.
“I thought you were only seeing me on Friday,” he said when I pulled down his boxers.
His cock sprang free, and I wrapped my fingers around him. I had been missing it. I needed it. He groaned.
“Shut up, Bell,” I said, and moved my hand up and down, mimicking sex. “I need something from you. I need this.”
I couldn’t do it for very long before he pressed himself against me, making it hard for me to move my hand. He moved forward until my back hit the wall. I shivered, the cold concrete against my back giving me goosebumps. I didn’t think about it for long.
Hanson hiked up my leg again the way he had before. This time, I was naked. He put on a condom while I waited impatiently.
Finally, he bent his knees a little and pushed his cock right into me. I cried out. He had me pinned against the wall, a little off balance with just one foot touching the ground, and he started pumping into me. The sex was rough and fast and about nothing more than getting off.
It was exactly what I needed.
He played with my clit while his cock fucked me. His fingernails gripped into my ass cheeks, desperately, frantically. An orgasm built up in me hard and fast, and before I knew it, I was tumbling into climax, gasping and crying out, clawing at his shoulders.
I was barely done when he swung me around, pulling out long enough to get me on the bed before he was on top of me, pushing into me again. I wrapped my legs around his hips, absorbing his movements as he pumped into me.
“I love to look down at your hot little pussy,” he said, and both of us watched him go in and out of me.
“I love watching your big cock fuck me,” I told him.
I orgasmed again, falling apart beneath him, trusting that he would pick up the pieces. Finally, he orgasmed, too, his body jerking inside me, emptying himself out. He groaned in my ear, and his body was taut. His muscles flexed as his body spasmed.
When he was done, he shuddered before he rolled off me, slipping out and then taking his condom off. He lay next to me and traced my body with his fingertips. He ran his fingers over my nipples, which responded by tightening up. He traced my ribs, slid his hand to my navel, and then to my hip bone before he moved back up again to repeat the pattern.
I looked at him. His eyes met mine, and we looked at each other without saying anything for a while. I moved closer, kissing him again.
We made out like teenagers, doing nothing other than tasting each other, our tongues rolling around and around. Slowly, I felt him harden against my body, getting ready for round two.
And I was right there with him. He rolled onto his back, and I got on top of him, straddling him. He handed me a condom and I rolled it onto his cock. Then I lowered myself so that I was on his cock, but he wasn’t inside me.
I kissed his chest, moving my body, teasing him. I slid up and down, rubbing myself against him. I listened to his breathing. It became shallow and quick. He was rock hard beneath me again.
I reached between our bodies and held him, positioning him before I sat down on him. I groaned when he entered me. My body was sensitive after round one, but I wanted more. I moved back and forth slowly, picking up the pace. I moved my hips back and forth, rocking my body and working up an appetite for another orgasm.
Hanson’s eyes were on my breasts. I leaned forward so they swung back and forth while I bucked my hips. He stared at them like he was hypnotized. There was something powerful about being on top of a man, being in control.
I found a rhythm and something primal took over. I rocked harder and faster. My knees rubbed on the sheet, the skin getting sensitive. I didn’t care. I was going to see this through.
The orgasm built, slowly this time. My clit rubbed against Hanson’s pubic bone, and it pushed everything into a new gear.
Waves of ecstasy washed over me, and I struggled to keep myself up. My core clenched, and the orgasm took over. I curled into a ball on Hanson’s chest. He put his hands on my hips and bucked beneath me, pumping into me.
I cried out. The sudden speed kicked my orgasm up to new heights. Hanson let out a cry and exploded inside of me, with the condom forming a protective barrier as his body was jerking and spasming beneath mine while we came together.
I collapsed onto his chest, and Hanson’s arms wrapped around me, holding me there. Fatigue overwhelmed me, and I rolled off Hanson, lying in a ball next to him. He nudged me so that I rolled over.
Then he pulled me against him so that my back was against his chest. He pulled the sheets over us. I closed my eyes. He took off the condom.
The alcohol and orgasm had taken over, and I was spent. I let sleep engulf me.
Chapter 22
Hanson
I woke up feeling like a million bucks. I guess I should say a billion since I already have millions.
I stretched underneath the sheets, and the satisfaction of the previous night’s great sex flickered through my body. I was hard and throbbing again, too. I turned my head and smiled.
Lacey lay next to me, still asleep. She ha
d tucked the sheets to her chest, and she lay curled on her side. Her eyes were closed, long lashes against her cheeks, and her dark short hair was a beautiful mess, in a look only sex could give a woman.
She looked younger when she was asleep, less fierce. Her skin was smooth and her features delicate but dark. She was a real beauty.
I stretched myself out again and felt the sheets rub against my erection. I groaned, flashing on the night before. God, she’d been sexy as hell when she’d arrived here, drunk and ready to give me everything I wanted.
I hadn’t wanted to give in to her. For a moment, she had caught me off guard with her no-business-all-pleasure routine, but my body had gotten with the program damn fast.
Then I was just pure lust and raw animal urge, and it scared me. I didn’t want her to have so much control over me: to tell me today we can’t, tomorrow we can, and to always be left guessing. But I couldn’t help but give in to her. It had only taken me a moment to get her naked and underneath me so I could bury myself deep inside of her.
I turned toward her and trailed a finger down her bare arm.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. Her eyes were blue as the sky and just as clear.
Her eyebrows knit together in a frown.
“Oh, shit,” she said, sitting up.
The sheets fell from her body, revealing her goddess-like beauty. I stared because I’m a man and that’s what I’m wired to do. Lacey realized she was naked, as if she’d forgotten, and pulled the sheets up to cover herself again, glaring at me.
“What?” I asked her.
“I have to get out of here,” she said. “I shouldn’t even be here. God, I shouldn’t have done this.”
I watched her scramble out of bed and search for her clothes.
“Calm down,” I said. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “Do you have any idea what this looks like? What I’ve done?”
I had no idea what she was talking about. She was dressed in record time. She looked around, found the bathroom, and disappeared inside for a moment. When she came out, her hair was a little wet, like she’d run wet hands through it.
“We had both better pray that no one who saw me arrive last night sees me leaving this morning.”
She turned, and I followed her to the living room before she left without saying goodbye. I stood in the living room, butt-ass naked, looking at the door where Lacey had run out.
I had to admit this was a first. I was usually the one running away the morning after. I scratched my head, unsure of how I felt about that. She wasn’t exactly expecting me to call her. I usually hoped that would be the case. But I hadn’t been the one to be left behind like this while someone else runs off in a hurry, and it felt weird.
I shook my head and walked back to the bedroom. The bed was a rumpled mess, evidence that last night had happened at all. I walked to the bathroom and got into the shower. I had to hit the gym again today.
The training facility was all the way on the other side of Miami from my place, and I didn’t feel like driving that far. Also, the Sharks had a game tonight, a game I wouldn’t be a part of, and no one was going to be in the gym training with me.
Brian would be out on the field, running plays with the rest of the team. I didn’t want to see them doing what I wasn’t allowed to do for at least one more game.
So, instead of driving to the training facility, I drove to Anatomy 1220 where I had a fitness membership. It was only a couple of blocks away from my place, situated on the north side of South Beach.
The training facility was never very busy, but the upside of Anatomy 1220 was that anyone could go there. It meant that I had a lot of female ass to stare at when I was on the treadmill. It was worth the extra cash that I paid for a membership, even though I didn’t always get the time to use it.
And today I didn’t even feel like checking out other females. My head was already full of thoughts of Lacey.
Chapter 23
Hanson
The gym wasn’t particularly full, but a quick scope around told me there was enough eye candy to keep me entertained. The treadmills were usually filled with women. Men congregated in the gorilla pit, where the free weights were. I was in good company when I hopped onto one of the treadmills and switched it on.
I plugged earphones into my head and switched on music loud enough to drown out everything else. My feet beat out a rhythm on the moving surface, and my body fell into the motion that being fit provided.
I loved running. I could forget about everything and get lost in my thoughts. My body did what it had to, and for just under an hour, nothing else mattered than what my body was doing and where my mind took me.
I had Lacey on my mind hard today. I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t usually think about the women I slept with after we did the dirty deed. I didn’t think about them ever again, most of the time. Not unless I was discussing the details of my night with Brian. With Lacey, it was different.
Her image flashed in front of me. I saw those mesmerizing eyes and her body that I’d had twice already, and still wanted more of.
Maybe it was because she was my PR Manager that she kept popping into my head. It wasn’t like she was gone and out of my life. I had to see her again for business.
She was someone I had to consider, and she was helping me get my career back on track. Which, so far, seemed to be going well. It would only take a short while longer before I was back where I needed to be, a worthy team member with a career and an image I could be proud of.
She knew what she was doing. The donation, for instance, had worked amazingly, even though I’d thought giving away that much money would be a complete waste. I hadn’t thought that buying forgiveness based on my fame would do anything, but apparently, giving was better than taking.
Go figure.
When I was done with my work out I switched off the treadmill and pulled my earphones out of my ears.
“Well, if it isn’t Hanson Bell,” someone on the treadmill next to me said, distracting me from my thought process. “Just in his own little world, ignoring everyone, even me.”
I didn’t know her. But it wasn’t rare for people I didn’t know to know me. My face was all over the news and the sports channels all the time— and in trashy magazines at the grocery stores, too.
I was more surprised that I hadn’t noticed she had been beside me this whole time. The old Hanson would have thought she was a Tahitian goddess. But the new and apparently improved Hanson hadn’t even noticed her presence because he was so caught up thinking about his PR manager.
This girl had skin the color of caramel, hair the color of coffee, and the old Hanson would have thought she had an ass that would make a man sit up and beg. I would have been busy watching as she ran through her routine, her ass bouncing up and down beside me, her long ponytail grazing her hips, thinking about how I would tap that so hard.
But I hadn’t even seen her then. And now that I do, even though she’s clearly a very attractive girl, suddenly I had no interest.
Damn that Lacey. How could her voodoo magic get up in my head all the time?
She was looking right at me with dark, liquid eyes. I grinned at her, as if to say, “can I help you?” and she flashed me a brilliant smile.
I was breathing hard. I put my hands on my hips and nodded.
“It’s me indeed,” I confirmed, after not knowing what else to say, and feeling rather dumb.
“What is a god like you doing here among us commoners?” she asked.
She flipped the hair on her shoulder back. Her hair was still perfect, like she hadn’t been working out at all. In fact, I began to think that maybe she hadn’t been. I think I would have noticed someone running alongside me on the treadmill next to mine. But maybe not, since I had been caught up in my own little world and since Lacey kept fucking with me head.
“Ha,” I answered, not really knowing what else to say.
I was used to strangers striking up conversations and gi
rls hitting on me. But this encounter was getting rather weird, since I hadn’t said anything to encourage her to continue talking to me.
She smiled and looked to the side. She shuffled her weight from one foot to the other, one hand on her hip. She was showing off her assets, and she was doing a fantastic job of it.
“How about we go out for a drink?” she suggested. “We can talk about everything we have in common. I’m sure we can find a few more things we’re good at, other than fitness.”
Wow. She was asking for it. Practically begging me for it right here and now, but I didn’t feel like doing it. And I wasn’t even tied down.
“That’s okay,” I told her. “I’m busy.”
What a lame— and untrue— excuse. But I just couldn’t bring myself to go get a drink with her. I thought about Lacey getting a drink with some stranger who hit on her at the gym, and my stomach turned.
The stranger shrugged in a way that suggested she didn’t care whether I was interested in not. She was going to keep trying.
“How about you come to my place, and we forget everything we have in common, and do what our bodies were made to do?” she asked me.
My mouth dropped open and then quickly closed because I didn’t want her to think it was from a good kind of shock. I was just flabbergasted that she would suggest this after I had already said no to a drink.
“I said no thank you,” I told her, picking up my towel and water bottle and getting ready to leave.
This girl was getting annoying now— not being able to take no for an answer. I’m sure someone would like to get a drink with her, but not me. I had no idea why she was so fixated on me.
She switched gears on me the moment I said it. Her face fell, and a frown knitted her perfectly sculpted brows.
“Excuse me?” she said loudly. “Do I look like a piece of ass to you?”
