Pursued by the Player (Black Towers Book 3)

by Lauren Hawkeye

  She smiled. “You look good.” She reached out and tapped the end of his nose. “Good enough to eat.”Before Jett could react, she leaned forward and captured his lips with her own.

  Chapter 2

  Jett was never one to let an opportunity pass him by. As a result, it only took him a few seconds to recover from the shock of this lovely woman’s lips touching his. Inhaling her sweet scent, he tilted his head and pushed his tongue against the seam of her lips. She parted immediately, and he entered, tasting and exploring the lovely woman before him. Desire pumped through his veins and his mind clouded with lust. The woman whimpered and rubbed her body against him in a way that made him hard all over.

  As the crowd around them began to fade, he realized that this woman was unlike anything he had ever encountered before. The women he was used to were expert and eager, but their actions also felt mechanical. That was okay by Jett, since he was just using them to scratch an itch anyway.

  This woman was different. The kiss was sloppy, most likely because she was still dazed, but she attacked him with such profound enthusiasm that it left him feeling a little light-headed.

  No one had actually wanted to be around him before. Oh, people pretended to like him so they could soak up some of his money and fame, but no one wanted to be around him. This woman, in all of her innocence, had no idea she was kissing the star pitcher of the Los Angeles Lions. Jett was not only the MVP two years running, but he had endorsements and deals that would keep him living in luxury for the rest of his life. He not only had the money, but power and influence. Just using his name could open doors and opportunities denied most people.

  She wanted none of that, however. This woman just wanted Jett Gorski, the man, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Part of him was relieved. It was refreshing to be with a woman who knew nothing about him. The other part of him was wary. Everyone had an angle, and it was only a matter of time before Jett figured out hers.

  Until then, he was never one to turn down a good kiss.

  She threaded her arms around his neck and squeezed as she tilted her head and slid her tongue against his. Instinctively, Jett reached for her and pulled her soft curves against his chest.

  Mercy, the woman felt amazing. As she snuggled closer, he slipped his fingers over her back, holding her in place. Her skin felt smooth under his fingertips, like a fine silk that caressed the skin. If she felt this amazing on the outside, he could only imagine how wonderful it would feel to be inside of her.

  He feasted on her lips and with each passing second, he was hungry for more. He wanted to consume her enthusiasm and drown in her innocence. This was a woman untouched by the darkness of his world, and Jett wanted to just lose himself in her child-like joy. After the hellish meeting he’d had with his agent, he needed the distraction, more than he cared to admit.

  When they stopped for breath, she pushed her long brown hair from her face and moistened her lips. “Fuck me.”

  “What?” He widened his eyes in surprise.

  “Fuck me.” She slipped off her shoes and crouched down in the back of his limo.

  “Whoa, wait a minute.” He grasped her arm and pulled her back up into the seat. He intended to place her next to him, but the vixen moved at the last minute and somehow ended up straddling his lap.

  “You don’t want to do this.”

  She frowned. “Do you want to be fucked, or not?”

  He… was probably going to go to hell for this. He lifted his hands in surrender. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  “Good.” She tore at his zipper and freed his swollen cock. After stroking him twice, she hiked up her skirt and shifted herself over his head.

  “Aren’t you going a little fast?” he asked.

  “Shut up and fuck me.” She positioned him at her opening and sat down hard in his lap.

  Jett gasped as her warm heat surrounded his length. The woman was soaking wet and hotter than anyone he had ever seen in his entire life. He fucking loved how she was taking control and using him for herown pleasure. As she began working herself up and down, he leaned back in the seat and slid his hands up her shirt.

  “Yes.” She ran her fingers through her hair and arched her back, offering her breasts to him. Jett slid his fingers up under her bra and squeezed the tight mounds before him.

  “Harder.”

  He squeezed harder. She groaned and closed her eyes as she put her hands over his. “Yes.”

  Jett couldn’t believe his luck. Just an hour ago he was standing in the elevator of Black Towers, admiring this woman’s tight ass and wondering how to get her in his bed. Now she was riding him like a fucking stallion and seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. She was every porno he had ever watched, personified. This woman was hot, and her take-charge attitude was going to bring him to his knees. Judging by the expression on her face, she was already close to orgasm. Fuck, he needed to take control and slow things down, or else this interlude was going to finish before it began.

  Grabbing her ass, he pushed her down on top of him and held her there. “Widen your legs for me,” he commanded.

  She did, and Jett pushed his hips up off the seat and deeper into her body.

  “You feel so good,” she said as she closed her eyes.

  “You do, too.” He rubbed her hips up and down over his cock, grinding her against his body.

  “Let me move.” She tried to pull away, but he held her close.

  “Trust me.” He kissed her jaw and neck, trying to distract her. They both needed to cool down a little before he exploded and the moment was gone.

  He nipped her neck and was rewarded with a throaty whimper.

  “You like that, eh?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  He did it again, this time biting a little harder. In response, her core muscles gripped his cock and tried to drag him deeper.

  “Oh God,” he whispered against her skin. “You’re going to kill me.”

  “You’re going to kill me too if you don’t start fucking me.”

  He relaxed his hips and slid his hands over her chest. With a groan, she rolled her head back and let go of the edge of the seat.

  “Don’t stop,” she said.

  “I don’t plan to.”

  She covered his hands on her breasts and started sliding up and down on his cock.

  This woman was good, too good. Jett didn’t know if he had ever been so turned on in his life. Planting his feet on the floor, he pushed up into her body, meeting her half-way. The woman gasped, a feminine cry that sent a surge of possessiveness through him.

  “Fuck.” He placed her hands on his chest so that they were covering his nipples. She immediately began rubbing them as he slid his fingers under her shirt and returned to her breasts. Desire roared through him as he dragged his hands over her nipples, enjoying how taut and hard they felt under his fingertips.

  “Hold this up.” He waved her shirt under her chin until she grabbed the ends and held it in place. “Keep moving.”

  Gently he eased her breasts up over her bra as she slid slowly up and down his cock.

  “Gorgeous.” He leaned forward and took a tight nipple into his mouth. She tasted exquisite, and her moan of pleasure made it even better.

  Jett rolled his tongue over her flesh, then flicked the sensitive tip with his tongue. She came down harder on his cock and started begging him for more.

  “Please,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

  He remembered how she liked when he bit her neck and wondered if he could take it a step further. While kneading one breast, he scraped his teeth over the tip of the second.

  “Yes.” She gasped and started moving faster. “Yes.”

  This was a woman into a little pain with her pleasure, was she? He continued to lick and nip her breast until her globe was tight and hard, then he switched sides and gave the other breast equal attention. The entire time she begged and bounced on his cock, creating a sense of urgency deep inside his core.

 
When he had finished, Jett dragged his hands down to her hips and curled his fingers into her flesh.

  “Fuck me hard,” she commanded.

  He pulled her down on top of him again and again, driving his erection deep into her slick heat. Beads of sweat dotted his brow as pleasure rolled through his body.

  She placed her hands on the back of the seat, one on either side of his head. Tossing the long strands of chocolate hair from her face, she stared deep into his eyes as she moved her hips over him and moistened her lips.

  “Come on; you can do better than that.”

  Did she want more? Jett was too ready to oblige. Digging his nails into her flesh, he slammed up into her sweet pussy until his bones ached.

  “Harder.” She closed her eyes and nibbled her lower lip as a strand of hair fell into her eyes.

  He lifted her skirt and slapped her ass, hard. “Look at me,” he commanded.

  She jerked opened her eyes as her features contorted into surprise.

  “You want it hard?” He slapped her ass again. “You want to feel me tomorrow?”

  “Yes.” She gasped as he placed both palms on her lower back and pushed her down toward his groin. “Oh God, yes.” She leaned back and slid her hands up under her shirt. Jett stared in awe and wonder as she started kneading her breasts underneath the shirt.

  “Oh God, baby.” He curled his fingers into her ass and pulled apart her cheeks. “Keep doing that.”

  She smiled at him and moved over his length, causing the pressure in his core to increase.

  Curling his fingers into her flesh, he pushed up hard, desperate to get as deep as possible into her slick heat.

  “I want you to come inside of me.”

  “I want that too, baby.”

  “I want you to come harder than you ever have before.” She moved faster, slapping her hips into his as she came down hard on his cock.

  Jett groaned as the pressure built inside his core. “Only if you come first.”

  A condom. He needed to pull out of her and get a condom.

  She let go of her breasts and gripped the back of the seat once more. Time stood still as their bodies came together and they moved as one. Jett buried his head in her shoulder and inhaled her scent as they came together. He had never felt anything so wonderful or consuming. He doubted that he would ever feel anything like it again.

  He wanted to draw it out and make it last, but the pleasure was coming too hard, too fast. He began to grunt with each thrust, a primal needy sound that was bringing him closer to the edge. In response she whimpered and bucked, widening her legs on the seat and allowing him to go deeper. Again and again, they came together, until all that existed for him was the woman in his arms.

  She came first, and as she arched her back and lost herself in bliss, Jett tried to hold on. She was gripping his cock too hard, and she felt way too good. It wasn’t long before he came with her, filling her with every drop of passion he had in his body. When it was over, she collapsed on him, burying her head in his shoulder and making a cute, feminine sound of exhaustion. As he slid his arms up her back and held her close, he inhaled her scent and thanked the greater universe on his turn of good fortune.

  Chapter 3

  Oh God, what had she done? Mel held her body still as both embarrassment and confusion rolled through her. She wanted to blame it on the surge of adrenaline she had felt right after cheating death. Unfortunately, that was only partly true. While the adrenaline accounted for the sloppy kiss she had given him in the beginning, it wore off well before she started fucking a stranger in his car.

  Not exactly a stranger, but the asshole from the elevator. Really, couldn’t it have been anyone else? Unfortunately, Mr. Jackass was the first one she had seen after the accident, and that steely blue gaze that had captivated her in the elevator had been her undoing. After cheating death, she wanted to feel alive. After listening to Liv go on and on about Nayo, Mel wanted to feel that deep connection her best friend had found. She wanted to prove to herself that she could be beautiful and desirable too, if only for a little while.

  Now that it was over, Mel felt horrible. She had used this man to feel good about her shitty life. She didn’t know his name, didn’t know where he lived or what he liked to drink at the local bar. All she knew was that he could give one amazing fuck.

  “That was quite the ride,” he said as he slid his hands down her sides.

  This was going to be awkward. It was best just to get on with it. Pull off the band aid, sort to speak. She needed to walk away with what little dignity she had left.

  Mel straightened away from his shoulder and pushed her tangled hair from her face. When did it fall out of its twist? God, she must look a mess.

  “Yes. Well.” She cleared her throat and returned his hands to his sides. “Sorry about that. I’m not sure what came over me.”

  “Whatever it was . . . it was amazing.”

  Yeah. Unfortunately, amazing fucks didn’t make up for the fact that he was an arrogant asshole in the elevator. “I don’t normally do things like this.”

  He twisted his lips into a half-smile. “I’m glad I was your first.”

  First, and last. Oh God, now he was looking at her like he wanted another round. If he started touching her again, she might just give it to him—and Mel didn’t want to do that.

  “We didn’t use a condom.” Really, what was she thinking? Normally she went on several dates with her partners and made them get a clean bill of health from a doctor before doing anything sexually. The fact that she had just so carelessly had sex without protection showed just how much the events of this afternoon had affected her.

  “There was no need.” He dropped his gaze down to her torn shirt and slid his finger over the upper swell of her breast.

  She swatted his hands away. “You seem pretty sure of yourself.”

  He raised his brows. “Are you clean?”

  She lifted her chin. “Of course.”

  “So am I.”

  “I’m just supposed to take your word for it, I suppose.”

  He twitched his lips as if he was trying to hold in laughter. “I’ll have you know that my job requires me to have regular checkups. I promise you, I’m clear.”

  “Can I have that in writing?” She shook her head as he snorted and rolled his eyes. “Never mind. Forget about the diseases I could be carrying thanks to you. I could be pregnant.”

  He immediately sobered. “Impossible.”

  “Why?”

  “I can’t have children.” He flicked open a button with his hand. “Now if you’re done interrogating me . . .”

  There was no way someone as young and in shape as him could not have children. “Stop.” She swatted him away as he resumed his assault on her breasts. “I’m trying to think.”

  “Let me help you.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss between her breasts.

  “Oh God.” Her entire body shivered as she felt his cock thicken in her core. “Again?”

  “Again.” He slid his tongue against her skin, causing it to tingle.

  Oh hell no. The first time she could brush off as a mistake. The second time… “Stop it.”

  “Why?”

  She swatted him away again. “I don’t even know you.”

  “That’s not true.” He pushed his hips up, driving his now swollen cock deep into her core. “I think you know me pretty well.”

  The divider rolled down behind her, causing her to jump. “The ambulance is here, sir.” An older man in his late fifties looked down at her with contempt. “Would you like me to—?”

  “Oh my God, you heard us?”

  “Vince hears everything,” the man in front of her said. “But he is discreet. I trust him completely.”

  “You trust him completely. Oh, well, in that case . . .” Mel’s head throbbed, and her stomach started to roll. She had to get out of there, fast. “You could have told me we had an audience.”

  “I’ll bring her to the ambulance, Vince.�
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  “No, I’ll go myself.” She put her hand on the doorknob, but he stopped her before she could leave.

  “Wait a minute.” Mel stared in shock as he straightened her clothes and after a failed attempt to smooth her snarled hair he took his baseball hat and placed it on her head. “There you go. Now you look more presentable.” More than presentable, she looked downright hot in his hat. He brushed his fingers down the side of her cheek. “What’s your name?”

  She eased back, allowing his cock to slide out of her body. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Of course it matters. I have to tell the EMT something.”

  “I don’t need an ambulance.” There was no way she was going to tell him her name. This was too embarrassing. She slipped on her shoes, the sparkly pink designer ones, and opened the car door.

  “Goodbye, Mr. . .” When he started to answer, she put her finger on his lips.

  “You know what? Forget it. It’s better if I don’t know.” She retreated from his lap and stumbled getting out of the car. Immediately he grabbed her arm and helped her from face-planting onto the pavement once more.

  “Easy now.”

  “I can take care of myself.” She jerked her arm from his grasp.

  “Are you sure? Because so far you don’t seem to be doing such a good job at that. Let me just take you to the ambulance.”

  She put her hand on his chest, stopping him from getting gout of the car. “I can manage, thank you very much.”

  “I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I didn’t—“

  She snorted and took several steps back. “A gentleman. That’s rich. A gentleman would have let a girl know they weren’t alone.”

  He eased out onto the sidewalk with the grace of royalty and pulled something from his jacket. “Take this, at least.”

  She dropped her gaze to his hand. “What is it?”

  “My business card.”

  “Why would I want that?”

  His eyes sparkled with laughter. “Just in case you have any other. . .” He dragged his gaze down the length of her body. “Urges.”