Playing Dirty (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)

by Avery Wilde

  I shook my head. It had been, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. As we stepped outside into the cool night air, I shivered, and he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close.

  “Where do you want to go? Home?”

  I looked up at him, and the lust and desire came rushing back tenfold as I pulled Jay to me and pressed my lips to his. He growled and wrapped his arms around me, tangling his hands in my hair and pressing his hard, taut body against mine, and I shuddered with pleasure. The kiss deepened and I moaned softly into his mouth as I felt one of his muscular thighs nudge my legs apart and grind against my crotch. His spicy, masculine scent invaded my senses, and I closed my eyes, feeling bliss in every cell of my body.

  “Get the car,” I whispered hotly into Jay’s ear. “And I’ll tell you where I want to go then...”

  Chapter Eleven

  Jay

  My cock sprang to life as Kate pressed her soft body against mine and kissed me deeply. All I could think about was getting her alone, tearing off her clothes and making her scream all night.

  As we broke apart, I searched the street frantically for my car. In the haze of lust that had swept over me the second Kate’s lips scorched mine, I’d totally forgotten where we parked. Finally, I spotted it across the road, and I groaned as I saw that the wheel had been clamped. I’d accidentally parked in a reserved spot, and even though it was technically after hours, it was still illegal to park there.

  “Oh, crap,” Kate said, following my gaze.

  I waved my hand. “Forget it. It can wait. We’ll get a cab.”

  One slowed at the raise of my arm, and Kate and I rushed into the backseat, still clinging to each other.

  “I want to go to your place,” Kate said softly.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I replied with a grin. I gave the cabbie the address of my flat, and as soon as he started to drive, I pulled Kate close to me. She gave me a warning look and I held my finger over my lips. Very quietly, I said: “Be quiet, okay?”

  She bit her plump lower lip and nodded, and I grinned as I reached over her shoulder and pulled her body close to mine in the backseat. The cabbie showed no sign of awareness, but if he was anything like most cabbies I’d ridden with, this was the kind of thing he’d seen a million times before anyway. Kate shuddered with pleasure as I slid my hand down her back and around the curve of her waist. Her thigh was pressing against mine and I could feel her breath coming in hot, damp bursts against my neck.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered in my ear. I turned to her with a finger over my lips again.

  “Nothing,” I said in a normal voice. “Just shifting. Relax, Kate. Enjoy the ride.”

  I grinned at her and watched a deep red blush color her beautiful face. In the dark of the cab, I slipped my hand between her legs and gently stroked my nails down the inside of her thigh, and she jumped into the air and squealed, then clapped a hand over her mouth, looking at me with big, apologetic eyes.

  I locked my gaze with her, and as I stared her down, I felt her slowly inch her legs apart. She licked her lips and winked at me, and primal, carnal lust flooded my body; I was half tempted to pick her up and throw her down in the seat of the cab, taking her as my own for everyone to see. But no, that’s now how we were going to play, not this time.

  Kate sucked in her breath as I slipped my hand between her legs once more until my knuckles were grazing her crotch. She shuddered and let out a small gasp, spreading her legs and letting me rub her clit through the layers of fabric. The cab lurched to one side and she spilled into my lap, breathing hard as she struggled to stay upright.

  “We’re here,” the cabbie said in a rough voice. He looked at me with a roguish grin in the rearview mirror as I passed him a wad of bills.

  “Keep the change,” I said.

  Kate’s body was wrapped around mine before the cab had even pulled away, and she closed her eyes and leaned in for a passionate kiss, moaning softly as I slipped my tongue between her soft lips. She tasted like vanilla and strawberries and the sweet musk of a woman, and I groaned as my cock stiffened in my pants.

  “We better get you inside,” I whispered into her ear. “Or I’ll bring you off right here in the street.”

  “I almost wish you would,” she replied softly. I grinned. I couldn’t believe the change in her; she’d gone from a meek, well-behaved girl into a complete sex kitten.

  As she wrapped her arms around my neck, I grabbed her thighs and wrapped them around my waist. I carried her into the building and shoved her roughly against the wall, and as we were waiting for the lift, she pressed her mouth to mine once again and gently began to suck and nibble on my lower lip. Arousal exploded in my lower belly and I growled, tangling my hands in her soft hair and grinding against her. Kate moaned, and her legs tightened their grip around my waist. She dug her fingernails into the back of my neck and kissed me softly, nuzzling me with her face, and just as I was about to shove my face into her cleavage, the doors to the lift dinged open.

  “Jay!” The operator greeted me. He was somewhat a friend of mine, used to seeing me come and go at all hours with lots of different women. “Having a fun night, I see!”

  Kate jumped away from me as though she’d been scalded. She glanced down at the ground with a burning flush in her cheeks, and I could tell she was embarrassed.

  “I’m sorry,” I mouthed to her as we entered the lift. “He doesn’t care.”

  She still looked mortified, and she didn’t talk the rest of the way up. It felt like an excruciatingly long ride—the operator, Andrew, was jabbering in my ear the whole time. Finally, we reached the top floor.

  Andrew saluted us as we exited the lift. “Penthouse is the best,” he said, winking at me again. I rolled my eyes. Normally, I liked Andrew’s cheerful banter, but right now, it was getting on my nerves.

  Kate looked around the hallway with an obvious trace of admiration. “This is a beautiful floor,” she said. “Have you been here long?”

  I shook my head. “Less than a year,” I told her. “It’s nice, but it gets lonely sometimes. I’m about to go barmy, talking to myself all day.”

  Kate smiled, her eyes crinkling around the sides with amusement. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, following her into my dark apartment, and she paused, letting her eyes adjust. The view from the main picture window was incredible, and I knew she’d love seeing Manchester twinkle below us.

  She turned to me with lust sparkling in her eyes.

  “I can’t believe I’m here, I can’t believe I’m doing this with you,” she said softly as she slipped into my arms. “This isn’t like me, this isn’t the kind of thing I normally do.”

  I flashed her a teasing grin. “Yes, you said that the other day…after you kissed me.”

  “I know, I just…oh, screw it…”

  Her voice trailed off as her eager, hungry lips met mine. As we kissed, she moaned softly, and she pressed her curves against me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her soft hands stroked the sensitive skin on the back of my neck and I shuddered. Christ, she was sexy.

  “I want you naked,” I growled, slipping my hands up Kate’s top and lifting it over her head.

  She blushed as she held her arms up, but when she was standing in front of me clad only in a bra and her jeans, she gave me a seductive smile. It made me smile to see her coming out of her shell like this, and I watched with fascination as she reached around behind her and unclasped her bra. She pushed her arms together and my mouth went dry as she revealed inch after inch of smooth skin. Her nipples were perfectly pink and erect.

  Stepping closer, I pulled Kate closer and lowered my head to her chest. She moaned as I fastened my mouth over one of her nipples and sucked. She tasted tangy and creamy, and I closed my eyes in bliss as Kate moaned. I could feel her arching her back. With my other hand, I stroked her bare stomach and slipped my fingers into the waistband of her jeans. I could feel thin, lace panties and my cock bulged uncomfortably in my pants.

 
Kate gently pushed me away. “I want to go to bed,” she said softly. There was a twinkle of lust in her eye. “Can we do that, Jay?”

  The way she said my name sent shivers down my spine. “Take a guess,” I said with a roguish wink.

  Without warning, I scooped her up in my arms and threw her weight over my shoulder, and she squealed as I ran into the bedroom, depositing her on the soft bed. She looked up at me and reached out for me, pulling me down on top of her, and at once, our bodies were pressed together, working in a frenzied rhythm. Kate’s lips found my own, which were beginning to feel chapped and raw, and she yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it on the ground, mumbling with admiration as she slipped her hands over the hard muscles of my bare chest. I groaned. I’d missed a real woman’s touch, especially one as amazing as Kate. The others I’d been with recently were really just girls—vapid and shallow, and they couldn’t care less about me as a person. They’d only wanted the thrill of hooking up with a famous footballer.

  But Kate wasn’t like that. I could tell she was still worried that she was nothing more to me than a casual fling, and I could tell that she’d been wondering if I told all the other girls the same stuff I’d told her, but she didn’t need to worry. She was the only one I’d ever told anything, because she was the only woman I’d met who I felt I could trust, even though we’d barely known each other for more than a few days.

  I guess that old saying was right—when you know, you know.

  Kate slipped her hands into the waistband of my pants, and then she fumbled with the snap and tugged the material down over my hips. I looked down to see my erection straining the front of my briefs, and Kate gasped when she saw how big and hard I was. When I chuckled under my breath, she blushed.

  “Been a while?” I raised my eyebrows.

  Kate shook her head defiantly, obviously wanting to shake off her usually-uptight image. “Not exactly,” she said softly. “You’re just so handsome.”

  A strange feeling came over me. I’d been with a metric fuck-ton of women, but none of them had ever called me anything but ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’. Somehow, it meant something coming from Kate.

  “And you’re a goddess,” I whispered as I lowered my body on top of hers.

  Kate groaned and wrapped her legs around my waist, and I moved my hips against hers, teasing her until she was crying out. With little effort, I rolled onto my back, pulling Kate on top of me, and I unfastened her jeans and tugged them down her hips. She was wearing a lacy thong, and my mouth watered at the sight of the deep purple lace disappearing between the rounded, juicy curves of her ass.

  “You look good enough to eat,” I murmured, sliding my hands inside her thong and tugging it down. Kate moaned softly in response, and I spread her legs with my hands and traced the tips of my fingers over the insides of her thighs. She shuddered and buried her face in my neck, and I could feel her breath coming hot and fast as I slid my fingers over her smooth thighs, going dangerously close to the most sensitive area of her body.

  She threw her head back, and my mouth went to the soft hollow of her throat. I flicked my tongue out and traced the long length of her neck, making her quiver, and she raked her fingers through my hair as I pressed my nose to her skin. I drew in a sharp breath at her scent. “You smell so fucking good,” I said.

  I sank lower on the bed, and she gasped when my mouth found her nipple. “Oh, yes,” she murmured and arched into me. I licked lightly and splayed my hands over her abdomen, the warmth of her skin burning through me.

  I drew her nipple deeper into her mouth, and she gasped as my fingers found her clit. I brushed lightly, delicately, and her hips came off the bed, seeking more. “Oh, god,” she cried out and grabbed my shoulders.

  My mouth left her breasts and I slid even further downward, positioning myself between her legs. I lifted my chin to meet her eyes, and I caught the intense look on her face as I widened her thighs even more. The heat in her eyes licked over my body in ways that made me aware of how much she wanted me—just as much as I wanted her.

  I lowered my head, and Kate’s breaths grew shallow at that first sweet touch of my tongue. The heat from her perfect pussy drove me wild as the wet tip of my tongue skated across the seam of her lower lips, and I trailed it all the way from the bottom to the top. Sparks shot through my body at her sweet taste, and she reached down and gripped my shoulders again. “Yes…Jay…” she murmured, her nails digging into my skin.

  I licked slowly, softly, and Kate lifted her hips to hurry me along. But I pressed my hand to her stomach, pushing her into the mattress to still her. As my mouth did delicious things, I inserted one finger, and I could feel her muscles rippling around me. “Christ,” I murmured, easing my finger in and out of her in long, sensuous strokes that had her panting and begging for me.

  I moved my buried finger, and I could feel the tension rising in Kate as she grew slicker. She moved her hands away from me and gripped the bed sheets instead, and my tongue found her clit as I inserted another finger, taking her higher and higher.

  “You taste so good,” I murmured from between her legs. I made another slow pass with my tongue, and she became seemingly feverish with need. She writhed beneath me, her body shaking as I worked her into a state of aroused euphoria.

  “Jay, please…”

  I smiled and thumbed her clit, using slow, torturous circles that damn near drove her mad until soft quakes began at her core. I could feel them; feel every inch of her inner muscles beginning to contract around me. My fingers plunged deeper, harder, and Kate tossed her head from side to side, reveling in the pleasure I was giving her.

  As if knowing she couldn’t take any more, my mouth closed over her clit, my teeth ever-so-gently scraping over the engorged nub. She let out a ragged gasp, her body reacting to the increased pressure, and her hips came off the bed again. Her muscles clenched around my fingers again, and then a shudder ripped through her as an orgasm hit hard. I stayed between her legs until she stopped quaking, and then I climbed back up her body.

  With a sigh of contentment, Kate stared up at me with those luminous green eyes of hers. In the low light, I could tell she had a sensual grin spread on her face. “Do you have a condom?” she asked.

  Springing onto my hands and knees, I tugged my briefs down before sticking my hand in the end-table drawer and reaching for a foil packet. I ripped it open with my teeth and sheathed my cock in latex before climbing on top of Kate and staring down at her, and for a moment, I was lost in the depths of her gaze. Our breath was coming in shallow bursts, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so connected with someone. Then Kate strained towards me, breaking the spell as she pushed her lips against mine passionately. She tossed her hair and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down on top of her, and I felt her squirming on the bed underneath me, spreading her legs and pushing her hips towards my cock. The head of my erection pushed agonizingly slowly into the slick warmth of Kate’s pussy, and she let out a low moan, arching her back and wriggling around on the bed.

  “Oh…god…” she moaned loudly. “God, Jay, you feel so good!”

  Her voice was deep with lust, and I growled; she was turning me on more than a woman had in years, and I couldn’t believe I was finally making it with her. I thrust my hips towards her, sliding deep inside of her until I was fully sheathed in her warm flesh. She was soaking wet, and her juices were running down the insides of her thighs. As I began to buck and move my hips on top of her body, a light sweat broke out over my skin. It was just like warming up for a match, only a hundred fucking times better. I grinned as the rhythm became more intense, and pleasure swirled through my body, building to a hot coil in my lower belly. As Kate and I moved together on the bed, I tangled my hands in her hair and yanked her head back. With her perfect white neck exposed, she let out a groan and bucked her body against mine, and I could feel her muscles straining with effort.

  She pushed me back and struggled to sit up, and I hauled her legs around m
e as I leaned back on my haunches. She rode me fiercely, pressing her perfect tits against my chest and groaning into my neck as she bounced up and down on my cock. I closed my eyes in ecstasy—the way she was moving was going to set me off, very quickly.

  “Fuck, you keep doing that and you’re gonna make me cum,” I groaned in her ear. “But not before you. I want you to come again, baby. Come for me.”

  Kate moaned in response, throwing her head back. I watched a red flush creep up her neck, and as we moved our bodies together, I felt her muscles tighten and clench my cock as she reached a loud, shaky climax. It felt fucking incredible, and I groaned as I felt shockwaves of pleasure shoot through my lower body.

  When it was over, we stayed locked together like that for a moment. Kate looked up at me, her green eyes glowing with contentment.

  “Tell me…did you ever think that would happen?” I asked, winking at her. “Or were you just waiting for me to give you a good shag? Is that the real reason why you took your sister to that game?”

  Kate laughed, and she snuggled into bed and reached for a pillow, grabbing it with her small fist and beating me over the head.

  “Dream on,” she said in a lazy voice as she closed her eyes and pulled the sheets over her naked body. “Dream on, Jay...”

  Chapter Twelve

  Kate

  “Jay? Are you in there?”

  I poked my head into the kitchen and grinned at what I saw. Jay was standing at the stove, shirtless, and stirring something that smelled delicious.

  He turned around with a saucy grin on his handsome, rugged face. “Hey, babe,” he said with a wink. “See something you fancy?”

  “The food, yes. The man, no,” I teased.

  He let out a mock gasp of offense, and then he grinned at my joke.

  “Are you cooking for me?” I asked.

  “I’m trying,” he said ruefully. “Damn omelet doesn’t want to come out right.”

  “Smells great anyway.”