by Aliyah Burke
The concert ended with him having one hell of a hard on and a need for the woman at his side. Everyone rose and as she held Milar in her arms, he folded up the blanket, keeping the bag with her shirt near.
“Hi, I’m Marlie.” A woman approached as people began leaving.
He shook her hand. “Luca.”
“Oh, I know who you are. You look hella better up close than on the telly and let me say, you’re fucking hot on there.”
“Thank you.”
“So where are you taking her?”
“Excuse me?”
“My friend. I need the hotel you’re staying at or I’m not letting her go with you. She’s my friend and I have to make sure I know where she is.”
“Okay.” He provided her with his hotel and the room number.
As they stood there, she dialed the number and his phone rang. “Just checking,” she said.
“Not a problem.” He watched as Kaitlyn handed over Milar to his father then returned to where he stood with Marlie. “Ready?”
“More than you know,” she said. Marlie and Kaitlyn hugged. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Marlie answered. “Now, you go have some dirty, hot sex. One of us should be getting some.”
“I’m not commenting on that.”
“No need to. All I have are my vibrators and let’s face it, that isn’t the same as a man pressed against you.”
“I’m not here to talk about your extensive vibrator collection. I’m off to get real sex.”
“Bitch,” Marlie snapped with affection. “Be safe.” She pointed at him. “You make sure nothing happens to her or I will hunt you down and cut your dick off.” She flashed a wide smile. “Have fun you two.” She walked away meeting some of the parents who’d been sitting near them.
αβ
Kaitlyn stood to the left as Luca spoke to fans on the way out of the stadium belonging to the Miami Thunder. Her mind consumed with her upcoming rendezvous with Luca. She waited patiently, watching him.
He turned and beckoned her.
After a second’s hesitation, she headed to his side. He curved an arm around her waist, brushing a kiss along her cheek. The cameras flashed and she had no doubt she was about to be labeled as one of his “soccer bunnies.”
Hell, perhaps I am currently. I’m with him solely for a hookup. Nothing more.
Her brain countered the logic in the next moment but she ignored it, opting instead to lean into him and roll with whatever happened. Sometimes, you just needed to get laid.
Note to self…inform family of the pictures. She would do that on the way to the hotel.
He squeezed her hip, comforting and intimate both at the same time.
The responding charge within her body had her wanting nothing more than to jump him regardless of the consequences.
“Who are you?” the question fell repeatedly from mouths of reporters.
Luca shook his head. “Sorry, we’re leaving.” His accent was thicker now than she recalled it being. He guided her away toward a waiting limo.
Reporters followed, cameras still flashing. He slid over the leather seat after her, sighing heavily when the door closed on the crowd.
She locked her fingers in her lap. “Is it always like that?”
“This was one of the better nights. The Thunder did wonders with security.”
Better nights. Yuck. This definitely wasn’t her type of thing. “Don’t know how you do it.”
He pressed a button and said, “Daniel, take the long way back to the hotel.” Then the divider rose to the roof of the car, secluding them from the driver. “Come here,” he said as he drew her over his lap, so her knees hit the back of the seat. “I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he muttered, claiming her mouth.
He dragged his tongue along the seam of her mouth, asking for entrance and she parted beneath his silent question. He pushed beyond her lips and slid along her tongue. She moaned and shifted against the growing ridge in his pants.
His lean fingers gripped her hips and rocked her back and forth on him, increasing the friction between them. Spikes of pleasure shot through her and she wrapped her fingers in the soft strands of his hair, tugging his head back a bit further.
“Have you been fucked in a limousine?” he asked nipping her lower lip.
“Ask me after we get to the hotel.” She kissed him again, dueling with his tongue.
He sat forward and reached for one of her feet, undoing her shoe and dropping it to the floorboard then did the same to the second, all without breaking the kiss between them. Then his fingers moved to the snap of her pants and undid them. “Up,” he ordered and she listened enough for him to wriggle them down over her hips.
Luca rubbed his hands over her scantily clad ass, smacking it lightly. She moaned and tightened her hold on him. In the next second, he had on her back along the seat as he removed her pants the rest of the way.
Her body burned as he stared at her, hunger in his gaze. Slowly he looked his fill as she lay there in her shirt and panties. “I like the color green on you.” He touched the top of her thong with his index finger. “Love how it goes with your skin tone. I’m going to enjoy exploring what’s under it as well. Take your shirt off.”
She sat and complied as he removed his own pants and covered his erect cock with a condom. Kaitlyn tossed her shirt to the side and licked her lips as she focused on the thick shaft rising from the thatch of black hair at his groin.
Her man for the night sat beside her and beckoned to her.
Kaitlyn climbed back over his lap settling her pussy along his length.
He reached up and dragged a finger down her bra strap, circling around her breasts, then running along the band below. A flick of his finger and the back was undone.
She didn’t move as the straps followed her arms down until he tossed it aside. “Perfect,” he muttered cupping them with his hands.
She arched her back, pushing more of them into his touch. He swiped his thumbs over her nipples and she struggled to contain her moan. He rolled them between his pads and tugged. Fissures of pleasure pushed out from his touch and she bit her lower lip to keep her cry contained.
He took one in his mouth and she purred as he moved his tongue around her nipple then grazing it with his teeth. She jumped at the jolt. He gave the same attention to the second one. He lifted her, sliding her along his dick. She bit her lower lip as he pushed into her, the large mushroom head filling her.
“Oh yes,” she moaned.
“I agree.” He pulled her down until he was to the hilt inside her pussy. “God, you’re so tight.”
Hands on his shoulders, she rocked her hips. He hit spots that had been ignored for so long. Back and forth she moved, picking the pace that worked for her.
Luca, allowed her to choose, he kept his hands on her hips and his lips on her nipples. “I could stay buried inside you forever,” he announced as his mouth surrounded around one taut bud.
She undulated and rolled her hips faster as her release came bearing down on her. This wasn’t about him, this was all for her and the pleasure she craved for herself. Selfish? Perhaps but she didn’t think he cared given how hard he was inside her pussy.
He plucked and rolled her nipples adding to the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. She came with a cry, shuddering around him. Eyes opening, she found him locked onto her.
“You’re a thing of beauty when you come.” He kissed her lips. “Now, it’s my turn. Hold on.” He thrust up inside her using his grip on her hips to bring her down at the same time, so he went deep.
At the first one, she gasped and immediately wanted more. She placed her fingers on her clit and rubbed. He added a finger to her clit and helped her. The vibrations from the car, his touch along with her own, and the cock deep inside her sent her spiraling over the precipice once more and she came hard. Her internal muscles rippled around his cock and she groaned as he came also. She could feel the pulse from his dick as he had his release.<
br />
Sweaty, she rested her head against his and smiled. “Thanks for taking the edge off.”
“You’re staying the night.”
It wasn’t a question but a statement and one she had no issues with. “If you think you’re capable of handling me.” She loved how thick and long his lashes were, giving him a hooded sensuality that did incredible things to her insides.
He popped her on the ass and sent her a wicked grin. “If I were you, I wouldn’t dare me.”
She went in for another kiss. “I like to live dangerously.”
“Good, I’ll take you up on that.”
What he meant by those words, she couldn’t say for certain but right now, all she cared about was the cock deep within her was hardening again, as he moved inside her.
Chapter Three
A sliver of sunlight pierced his eyes bringing him from the lovely land of sleep to awareness. Memories lined up. He was in Miami and not Washington. He attended a function yesterday that landed him into the life of the woman he still couldn’t get enough of. Luca yawned and opened his eyes slowly, moving them out of the sunlight’s path. He sat and glanced around his suite—no one but him in here. He frowned and checked the clock beside the bed. He’d been asleep for ninety minutes which meant so had Kaitlyn. Where the hell was she?
He swung his feet to floor and stood, stretching. Even after they got to the hotel, they’d continued in the limo until he’d sated his urge for the moment. They dressed and hurried up to his room where he stripped her again and she took her time taking all his clothes off. The memory of her grinding her pussy against his mouth as she gave him a blow job had his cock jerking and he looked down at it. Hard and erect—ready for more. He curved a hand around it and stroked lightly.
“Where is she?”
He made his way to the large bathroom and opened the door. A groan slipped free as he found her. She stood in the shower, the glass only allowing him partial glimpses of her toned body. Water sluiced down her curves and that was intoxicating enough of a view, but to see her masturbating, holy hell…all the better.
Still fisting himself, although a bit faster than he’d been before, he approached slowly as she continued using the removable shower head to bring herself pleasure. The water stream, angled at her clit and she used her free hand to play with her nipples.
He hadn’t lied earlier when he’d told her she was beautiful when she came. There wasn’t anything like a woman in the throes of passion. Her cries grew louder and as he stood there, she took her lower lip in her teeth and tried to contain her sounds.
Luca pinched the head of his cock and allowed himself a few more strokes before he released himself. Opening the glass door, he stepped inside the large shower. She faced away from him and he stared at her firm ass. God’s, she was so sensitive there it’d been a choke hold on his dick when he’d put a finger there as he’d fucked her.
He’d heard black women didn’t like to get their hair wet but this woman didn’t seem to give a damn, every inch of her body was wet. He moved up behind her and kissed her neck as he reached around her and pinched her swollen clit. “Need some help?”
“Luca,” she whimpered, her breathy and raspy voice coating his cock in even more steel.
He took that as a yes and slid two fingers in her pussy, allowing the stream of water to have more contact with her clit. He used his free hand to pinch one of her nipples and roll it. Nipping her skin, he fucked her with his fingers as she neared her climax.
“Fuck,” she panted, her trembling hand holding the showerhead.
“Hold it there,” he ordered. “You’ve got a hell of a grip on my fingers.”
“More,” she begged.
He complied adding a third finger and thrusting them deep inside her.
“Fuck me.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” He pulled his fingers free and lifted her up so he could push his cock deep inside her. Then he took the showerhead from her and took control of the directional water stream.
Her internal grip held true on his cock as well, her muscles rippled and flexed around him. He angled his head and captured her lips. It didn’t take long for her to come hard, all over his dick and only by biting the inside of his cheek did he manage to stave off shooting his seed deep within her core. Pulling out at the last second, he came all over her ass, his thick ropes of cum slicing through the darker hue of her skin.
He brought the showerhead around and rinsed her off. Then he reached for the soap and helped her get clean.
Two hours later, they were sprawled over the couch, her head in his lap as they rested after eating a large breakfast. In truth, they were more dozing than anything. Music played softly in the background. He had his hand sunk deep into her curls, loving how soft they were around his fingers. “How long are you in Miami for?” he asked.
“I go back tomorrow.” She shifted and angled her body toward the back of the couch, so her mouth was closer to his cock. “What about you?”
“Here to the end of the week. Have some more public appearances to take care of.”
“Do you like that aspect of your work? Being in front of the camera?”
“Somedays. Not all. When we win a game, it’s great. When we lose, it sucks.”
“I imagine it would. How long have you been playing soccer?”
He liked the way she didn’t push an issue on a question. Unlike the reporters, she took him at his word and moved on. And unlike with them, he found he enjoyed answering her questions. “Since before I could walk, I’m told. We didn’t have the money for your American football camps. But we did have balls and open fields. So we learned as we grew.”
She took his hand in hers and stroked the back of it. “Where did you grow up?”
“The Netherlands.”
“So that’s who you play for in the World Cup?”
“Yes. Like I told them last night, I’ve been selected for the World Cup team. Honored to be playing for my country. And as long as I am healthy.”
“Not assuming you will be ready?”
“Accidents happen, nothing is a given.”
“You’re a lot different behind closed doors.”
He tugged on her hair and waited for her to meet his gaze. “Yes, I am. I’m a person out there on the field, someone who makes money and plays a role. Then I do interviews. But when I’m me, without everyone watching. I’m very different than how I am to everyone else.”
“I like this side of you.”
“You’ve not seen the other side.”
“I don’t have to. I saw the fans who were excited about how you took out other players. I know what it means.”
“Come to a game.”
“What?”
“We play Chicago’s team, the Tempests. If I get you a ticket for the game, will you come?” His heart clenched again, at that golden gaze of hers. How the hell did a woman get gold eyes? What angel had blessed her with those?
“Sure,” she said sitting. “You remember me, send me a ticket or the information will be at the gate and I’ll come.”
“You doubt me.” He didn’t make it a question, only a fool wouldn’t have been able to pick up on the skepticism in her tone.
“Let’s just say how quick you picked me up, I’m going to be shocked that you won’t have another, the moment I’m out of here. No, I’m not trying to sound like a whiny girlfriend type, that’s just a fact. This was a hookup between us.” She gave him an encouraging smile. “I don’t expect anything more. You gave me what I needed. A night of amazing sex that I won’t forget. Beyond that, I have zero expectations.”
Is she trying to console me for potentially picking up another woman to take to a hotel room? Really? “I’m not sure what to say to that.”
She rose and walked to where her shoes were by the door. “Nothing to say. I have to go.”
Luca rose and went to where she was. “Why?”
“Because I was here to see a friend, not ignore her for a hookup.”
“This is the second time you mentioned a hookup.” He backed her up to the door.
She arched an eyebrow. “And? That’s what it was.”
“But the way you say it. Are you telling me that or trying to convince yourself there wasn’t more here that happened between us?”
“I’m not trying to convince myself of anything. I’m stating facts. We hooked up for a night of sex. You were beyond good. And now, since we both got what we wanted and we each have other things to do, I’m leaving.” She kissed him. “Excuse me.”
He didn’t move, instead he shook his head. “No.”
“No?”
“I want your name, number, and address. Because regardless of the shit you’re spouting about this being just a hookup, something else happened between us here last night and this morning. I will be in touch with you again.”
“Sure you will.” She ducked him and walked to the desk in the suite. She wrote down the information he coveted on a piece of paper. She pressed the sheet into his hand. “Goodbye, Luca. Good luck with your career and while I know, I’ve said it before…Thank you for last night and this morning.” She walked out the door without a look back and strode off down the hall as if she owned the bloody hotel.
“I told you before, liefje, you shouldn’t dare the hard man.” He was known for it and was about to capitalize off of it while not being on the pitch. After the night they just spent together, he knew more than ever she was his. So sweetheart seemed fitting. It’s what his father had called his mother, no one else, not even his baby sister. His father had said it only for the woman he was going to make his wife. Luca went for his phone and dialed his agent.
Carlos answered after two rings. “What’s up, Luca?”
“I need a ticket for the Chicago game to be reserved for Kaitlyn Henderson, and a plus one in case she wants to bring a friend along. I want her down by us. And a limo sent to pick her up.”
“Wait, who is this woman?”
“Don’t ask questions, Carlos. Get it done.”
“You do realize I’m your agent right, not your go to guy.”
