Dirty Game: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by Violet Paige

  My belly clenched and tugged as the control I had, began to slip away.

  “Oh, Blake,” I growled. “I’m going to come.”

  “Not until you beg me for it.”

  My heart stopped. My body was on complete fire. Going up in flames, hotter than anything and somehow he made red flames turn blue.

  “Please,” I pleaded. I wiggled and bucked, trying to find every inch of his cock inside me. “Please let me come on you. I need it. I need you so badly.”

  He grinned. “Damn it, you’re so hot talking dirty, baby.” He yanked my head up by my hair. He plunged inside me and I screamed from the impact. It was a beautiful glorious pain that washed through me in erotic pulses every time he slammed inside me. And yet I wanted more. Needed more.

  I was shattering like glass in a mirror. Tiny cracks traveled through my veins. It was over. It was everything. I pulsed and whimpered. The vibrations captured me, shocking me with powerful electricity.

  “Oh God. Oh God.” I panted and grasped for a pillow. The edge of the couch. Anything to hang on to.

  Blake was relentless. “Fuck it. Fuck.”

  He pushed inside me and I heard my panties rip as he pried my legs apart and sank inside me. He shoved my knees wide, angling his cock like a sword, and grunted as his final thrusts sent shocks of intensity to my core.

  “You’re mine, Sierra.”

  “Oh, yes,” I cried. “Fuck me. I want to feel it all.”

  And I craved it like a drug. The need for Blake to envelope me in a haze of heat and sultry, sinful sex. The kind of sex I’d only dreamed about. The kind of sex I needed three showers to wash away. I wanted sex so deep and powerful I’d never forget this moment. I’d never forget the day I let every barrier down and gave this man my soul.

  I felt his fingers dig into my hips with urgent tugs. “Look at me.” I twisted my neck to meet his eyes. “Watch me fuck you hard and deep.” His voice was husky and strong. I quivered at the sound. “Watch me fuck your beautiful sexy body.”

  I nodded, whimpering. He reared back and slowly sliced into me.

  “Ohh.” My eyes rolled back.

  “Sierra, watch me fuck you back to me.”

  My nipples hardened at his command and I felt another orgasm spring to life in my core. He filled my body with his. He pushed a thumb over my bottom lip and I sucked it greedily while he pumped in and out of me. His cock was like a pleasure stick I could never get enough of. I came harder than I ever had before. Skyrocketing off the couch. Forgetting I was in an old house. Forgetting I was in a home I had abandoned. Forgetting I had hurt this man so deeply I thought he’d never forgive me. He let his thumb linger over my shoulder before sneaking a hand to my breast. With a tweak of my nipple I lost it. I bucked uncontrollably.

  My face planted on the couch as he pumped everything he had deep into my walls, filling me with his hot come. It spread through me as his cock pulsed in my swollen walls.

  “Ohh,” I sighed. My breasts pressed into the cushions. Every inch of me was covered in sweat. The sweet dampness of epic sex.

  “Fuck.”

  He kissed my back, moving his lips to my shoulder before sliding his slick cock out of me and lowering me to the couch.

  His golden essence seeped from my legs as I laid there in a haze. He crawled forward, taking my lips with his teeth.

  I looked into his eyes. “I didn’t know we could do that.”

  He waggled his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you could be so dirty, but all your secrets are out now, baby.”

  I couldn’t help but giggle. Yeah, they were. Apparently I liked being a very dirty girl with my very dirty ex.

  20

  Blake

  There was some fucked up shit going on. So much I decided the only thing to do was ignore it.

  I couldn’t deal with the fact that Sierra had left eight years ago because of my dad. Or because she was going to have my baby. My dad was dead. How was I supposed to confront a ghost? And the baby … well, Sierra said it never got very far. I tried not to think about it. It all hurt. I didn’t want to think about the past anymore.

  There were three days until she had to go back to Dallas.

  And until then I was going to fucking enjoy myself.

  Sierra leaned back into the cushiony seat I had affixed to the bow for her. I steered the boat farther away from the marina. She kept peeking over her shoulder to watch me behind the steering wheel. My eyes focused on the shallow waters in front of us.

  The constant summer storms and drastic tidal shifts altered the channel and made boating in the Core Sound dangerous if I didn’t focus.

  I slowed the boat and Sierra took in the little cove. Behind her, the moon was rising higher in the sky.

  “What do you think?” I asked as I loosened the anchor from the side compartment box. I heaved it out into the water.

  “It’s really pretty out here. And peaceful.”

  The boat drifted closer to the shore until the anchor tugged at the bottom.

  “This is my favorite spot on the whole island. I don’t get to come here as much as I’d like.” I reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle of wine.

  “Wine? I thought you were a beer guy.” Sierra stifled a laugh as I fought with the corkscrew.

  “I am a beer guy, but you’re not.” I flashed her a wide grin. “I even brought glasses.” I pointed to the bag on the other side of the cooler.

  “How did you have time to put all this together?”

  I shrugged. “Nothing but time in the offseason.”

  I steadied myself as the wake of an offshore boat passed by. Balancing one glass at a time against my chest, I poured glasses of wine.

  “You cold?” I sat next to her on the bow and wrapped one arm around her.

  “I’m ok.”

  “Something wrong?”

  Sierra rubbed her arms up and down. “No, I’m fine. Just chilly from the wind. I guess I should have worn something other than this strapless shirt.”

  It was dark on the water, and except for the low light emitting from the boat’s speaker, there were no other lights.

  “I like the shirt. Your boobs look hot.” I tugged on it, trying to see down the front.

  “Really?” Her voice was suddenly sultry.

  “Hell yeah.”

  She pinched her lips together. “Too bad I’ll be cold if I take it off.”

  “I think I could help with that.”

  She laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m playing with you. I wouldn’t—”

  “Take it off,” I ordered.

  “What?”

  “We used to have sex out here all the time. Take it off.” My eyes lit with hunger. I’d never wanted to fuck her like I did now.

  Sierra cautiously rose from the bow. Her fingers rested on the top button. She flipped the first one.

  “Whoa. Hold on.”

  I grabbed Sierra and scooped her up as the boat rocked from a big wake. I brought her down to the floor of the boat before we were hit by successive waves.

  “You ok?” I asked. She’d almost wiped out.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. You’re pretty quick.”

  “Years of practice with my sea legs.” I laughed. “I brought some blankets. Hold on.”

  I opened the bow storage and grabbed a few old quilts. By the time I laid them out, Sierra’s eyes held the same lust as mine.

  She reached up and pulled me toward her, brushing her lips over mine.

  I snaked an arm around her waist and lowered her on her back, flat against the deck. She greedily sought my mouth with her tongue and pulled me closer to her. Her lips were warm and hungry.

  My cock hardened as she hitched her legs around my waist, and slid her hands under my shirt.

  As my hand reached for her calf and traced a trail on the underside of her leg, a smile spread across Sierra’s face. One inch at a time, my fingertips approached the inner softness of her thigh and started a slow swirling motion, dipping under the hem of her shorts.
She let out a groan and shifted her hips, giving my fingers more access.

  The more I toyed with her, the more she writhed under me. I fucking loved watching her lose control.

  She gave it over to me so easily. So steadily.

  I unclasped the button on her shorts. Her hips lifted as I tugged them over the curves of her thighs.

  I ran my palm over her center, pressing between her legs, feeling the wetness seep through her panties.

  I inhaled sharply. She was everything I remembered. Every fantasy. Every fucking dream.

  I peeled her panties off before she could protest, but I saw the hesitation waiting in her eyes.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby,” I growled under my breath.

  She shook her head. “We’re out in the sound. What if someone sees us?” She tried to look over my shoulder.

  “Then they’ll see me enjoying every sweet juicy drop of your pussy.” I eyed her. “Don’t you remember it? How I’d fuck you with my tongue?”

  She whimpered.

  “How I’d lick you until you shook in my arms? How you begged me to give you more? You remember the first time my tongue slid inside you? Tasted your clit. Sucked your folds so hard you screamed?”

  She shook her head. “I do.”

  “Imagine what I can do with my tongue now.” I grinned wolfishly. My skills had grown tenfold. She had no idea what I could do to her now.

  I watched hungrily as her knees fell to the side and her wet pussy glistened under the moonlight.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

  I lowered myself between her legs, taking a long slow lick from her center to her clit. I groaned, inhaling her scent. Remembering what it was like the first time I’d done this to her. How she purred under me. How I wanted to come all over her. How I was close to feeling that way again.

  I bit at that tight nub before plunging my tongue inside her.

  She bucked and writhed, but I couldn’t get enough, or give her enough. My tongue twisted and lapped, sucking her juices. Tasting her honey with a thirst I had thought was gone.

  I looked up as I was sucking on her clit and saw her hands splayed against her chest. I reached forward, unsnapping the rest of her buttons. She groaned, massaging her breasts.

  I was fucking hard as a rock. I tugged the lace down over her tits, jutting them over the bra.

  “Ohh,” she cried. Her fingers finding the hard tips and pinching them.

  “You’re a fucking siren. You know that?”

  I dove between her legs, pumping my tongue in and out when I felt her clench around me. Her hips lifted as she ground into me relentlessly. I felt the tension in her body cling to her just before she whimpered with the orgasm. I watched in horny satisfaction as she came on the floor of my boat.

  Her legs spread wide. Her fingers squeezing her hard nipples. Her pussy wet from me.

  “Oh, baby.” I looked at her when she eased off the cliff of her orgasm. “So many ways to fuck you, I can’t decide which one.”

  “Oh God.” She choked.

  I laughed. “I think we’ll figure it out.”

  I unbuckled my shorts and kicked them off my legs.

  I sat on the blanket. “I want your ass right here.”

  She sat up, crawling toward me. Her tits looked swollen and pushed together. They were fucking amazing.

  “Straddle me,” I commanded. “I want that tight pussy of yours on my dick.”

  She moved one leg and then the other until she was facing me.

  I leaned back, crossing my hands behind my head. “Now fuck me.”

  “Ohh, Blake.”

  She came down on my shaft in a groan of pleasure as her head lashed back.

  “Fuck.”

  She felt too good. Hot. Tight. Wet. And she was so wild. She rode me with abandon. Her tits bouncing. Her hair flying. Her swollen clit grinding into me each time she landed against me.

  And she moved faster and harder.

  My hands moved to her hips, clutching at her. I speared my cock inside her as she screamed out.

  “That’s it, baby,” I coaxed. “The whole damn island needs to hear how I fuck you.”

  “Oh, Blake. I can’t,” she cried.

  “Yes you can.”

  I lifted her off my shaft and moved her to her stomach.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Taking this pussy how I want it.”

  “Oh God.”

  “You like it when I say that don’t you? When I tell you how much I want you?”

  “Yes,” she begged. “It’s yours. I want your cock inside me. Please, Blake.”

  I lifted her ass in the air, running my hand over the perfect roundness and softness of it. I wanted to bury myself in every part of her. Her mouth. Her ass. Her pussy. But her lips were already swollen and wet for me. I guided her back onto my dick and pushed inside her.

  She hissed with release.

  “Yes. More.”

  I shoved her to the floor, hilting myself inside her. Her hips tilted up and I rocked inside her. My body covered hers. I kissed her ear, her neck. She turned her lips to find mine and I bit at her. Kissed her. Licked and sucked her skin while my cock pulsed inside her.

  “It’s too intense,” she whimpered. “Please let me come.”

  “Come hard for me.” I bit her ear as she exploded around my cock, squeezing and clamping against it like a damn vise.

  “Holy hell, girl,” I groaned, knowing she had me. I couldn’t hold off.

  My spine coiled before it moved to my belly and the orgasm ripped through me. I filled her with my come. It erupted from my powerful dick, spreading through her like lava.

  Our bodies convulsed and shivered while the orgasms shook us and I knew that not only had I claimed her pussy again, but I had claimed Sierra.

  The past was behind us, and whatever in the hell this was—it was ours.

  21

  Sierra

  It happened out of nowhere. Sort of like one of the storms that blew in from the ocean. Blake had blown into my life again—and I liked it. I completely loved it.

  It was hard to believe when I showed up on the island to pack up the house that instead I would end up in Blake’s arms again. That somehow we would find our way back to each other. I wondered if it was because we were like magnets who could never truly be pulled apart, or if it was because we were different people now. Older, wiser, bruised, hurt, but our new hearts were drawn to each other in a way that we never would have sustained if I had stayed.

  Maybe leaving the island was the only way we would have ended up back in this place. I smiled.

  I stretched my arms overhead in the big canopy bed. His huge body was sprawled out next to me. I bit my lip as I eyed his gorgeous skin and muscles. He was just pure sinful. That was the only way to describe him.

  And the new ways he had made me come alive under his command were unimaginable. Sure we used to sneak around and have sex when we were teenagers, but this took sex to an entirely different level.

  It was so much fun. It was as if our bodies were meant for each other. We just needed a little time away to learn new tricks. I giggled to myself. Because now, we were basically sexual dynamite, blowing each other’s minds with what we could do to the other.

  My hand slid under the sheet. I couldn’t stop touching him. Now that we had found each other again, I couldn’t imagine not being with him. Sure, that was fast-forwarding everything. I knew it.

  But my body was drawn to him in every way. And whether he was saying it because it turned him on, or because he really meant it—I was his again. My body belonged to Blake Wyatt

  My fingertips walked over his hip and slipped to his bugling cock, already hard. I sighed, taking it in my hand. I rubbed the tip with my thumb, bringing it to life. Waking him up one small pump of my hand at a time.

  He rolled on his back, not saying a word. Maybe we were past the part where we needed words.

  I climbed on top of him, straddling him with a wide s
tance and began to glide over his cock, rocking my hips back and forth. Each time I felt the wetness pool between us. His fingers dug into my waist, urging me to take him, but I reveled in this. How my body could drive him crazy. How with just the rock of my hips I could have America’s playboy demanding I satisfy him.

  His hands tightened their grip with urgency as I rubbed my nipples over his chiseled chest. The points tickled over his skin and he took my breast in his hand, squeezing and stroking it. My head reared back when he leaned forward flicking his tongue over my nipple. But I still resisted what he wanted. I slid over his shaft, grinding with primal desire, rubbing my clit with satisfaction.

  His hands snaked around my waist, tugging my ass wide, so that I lost the control. It was in his hands. His fingers massaged between my cheeks, prying and stretching me with certain precision until I panted from the force building inside me. He pressed into my tender skin, playing and kneading, pushing boundaries I hadn’t crossed yet. It felt so good. So warm and soothing. I let his fingers explore until the sensations drove me wild. I sank onto his shaft. My eyes locked on his as I rose forward and then lowered myself on him again. This time, my knees splaying wider. My body clinging to him harder.

  The rhythm moved faster as I slid up and down his slick cock. I whimpered when I felt the orgasm start to control me.

  Blake grabbed my face, crushing my lips to his. My body wracked with sensation and vibrations as he pushed inside me and I shattered around him. I opened my eyes.

  “Good morning.” I smiled.

  “Good morning.”

  I lowered my head to his chest. His heart beat wildly inside.

  His hand moved to my ass, cupping and gripping it gently. I hadn’t moved for him to slide out of me. I didn’t want him to. Blake inside of me was one of my favorite things.

  “You can fuck me like that every morning, darlin’.”

  “You too,” I whispered.

  I didn’t know I could feel content like this again. I hadn’t been content in so long I didn’t know it was even still possible. But it was happening. The love of my life was in my bed.