Baller Made (Bad Boy Ballers Book 3)

by Rie Warren

  Hair swinging over her shoulder, she finally looked at me. “I don’t want you to beg. Not yet, baby.”

  Eyelashes fluttering down, she slowly swished around, her curvy hips leading the way.

  She completed a sexy full spin then stopped right in front of me.

  Jaw-dropping, cock-popping, fully feminine and fit body.

  I held onto the couch, the only thing restraining me from pouncing on her the promise of more.

  The thong matched the bra, and her firm round ass all but swallowed the tiny strip between her cleft cheeks. The swell of her hips, the indent of her waist, the tautness of her tummy, the spill of her tits in the bra . . .

  I reached out, never leaving my seat.

  She danced back with a smoky laugh, heading to the iPhone dock.

  And I drooled some more at the perfect vision of legs and ass and shoulders—long, long curls streaming down her back.

  After she hit a button on the dock, the music started, and she spun with it. The song had a deep throbbing beat—like my dick practically ripping right through my jeans. And she hit that tempo with a tight little walk coupled with a wide swing of her hips toward me.

  I recognized the music.

  “‘Greenback Boogie’? Really?” But my voice was husky, and my fingers convulsed.

  My chest tensed, and my cock spurted precome.

  Gyrating in a sexy circle just beyond my reach, she flipped all that beautiful brown hair over her shoulders.

  “Mmm. Well, we are in South Carolina. And for when I have to do pole dancing to make some money.”

  Aaaand my cock lurched.

  My hands drifted toward her, but she tsked me.

  “That’ll never happen,” I gritted out.

  When the rhythm picked up, Reggie swung her hair and hips, teasing one bra strap off her shoulder until a nipple nearly appeared. Then she leaned back, ample breasts bouncing with every gritty hot grind of her ass and pelvis and . . . God, I wanted her cunt impaled on me right now.

  “I don't think I want you dancing for other men anymore.” Fiery possession lit my veins.

  With every cock-quaking move she was making me crazy. I was about to start rutting against thin air . . .

  Every motion sinuous. Tantalizing. Perfectly in time with the song I barely heard anymore because what little blood hadn’t pumped to my dick already rushed to my ears.

  I’d seen Reggie on stage and . . . fuck, flexi much? I didn’t understand how she could arch so far back, but I sure as hell planned on testing out her limberness soon.

  Very fucking soon.

  “It’s not like that.” She hipped close, shoulders back, tits out. “It’s just performance.”

  “Bullshit it’s not.” I’d never been so turned on in my life.

  I wanted to drag her to the floor then bang her right through it.

  Reggie’s eyes drifted to my groin. The shape of my achingly restrained erection a barrel in the jeans.

  “Ooh. Did you always get hot for me when you came to my shows?”

  “Yes.” I was about to grab her when she danced away.

  Tight undulations dropped her ass to the floor between the legs she spread. Fuck, she looked tight everywhere. And a damp spot appeared in the tiny triangle of her thong.

  “I never let myself jack off about you, though. Thought it was showing some sort of respect,” I admitted, my voice straining as much as my dick.

  I needed the taste of her on my mouth again.

  She slowly undulated forward. Leaning over, her fingers walked up the insides of my spread thighs. She stopped just short of touching the bulging head of my erection.

  Jerking toward her, I latched my mouth onto one heavy tit, quickly lashing my tongue at her nipple.

  She let me nurse at her for a moment before withdrawing. As she glided out of reach with a hip swiveling ass shake, her fingers brushed against the hardened pole of my cock.

  I hit my head against the back of the couch again.

  “Have you jerked off that incredible piece of meat about me since I've been here?” She bit her lip.

  Her obscene words nearly made me come then and there.

  “Wanted to.” I pumped my groin up. “Couldn’t.”

  “Show me now how you would’ve done it.” A wicked spark gleamed in her eyes.

  A heavy groan thundered from my chest.

  My hand went for my buckle.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Knocking Boots

  Reggie

  HEAT SLAMMED INTO MY belly when Calder opened his belt. My sexy little shimmying steps faltered, and my breath halted in my chest. I wanted to see more than just his cock, though.

  “Lose the shirt, Calder,” I breathlessly said.

  His eyes—blazing icy blue—nearly singed me. He kept watching me undulate back and forth as his long fingers pulled at button after button. The shirt opened, and he flipped it from his rugged shoulders. As soon as it was off, he returned to the jeans. Belt undone, he pulled open the tab and unzipped over the big bulge.

  Oh my Lord. He’d gone commando.

  I whimpered at the sight. His dark pubic hair then the veiny base of his shaft appeared. He shifted up, reached in, and pulled out his thick cock.

  My gaze locked on him, I swished my hair, my moves more and more sexual as heat flared through every part of my body.

  His broad chest danced with muscle upon muscle, the smattering of hair leading to a dense tight line that dripped down down down. The jeans opened to reveal just the tops of his thighs and the mouthwatering heavy cock that reached above his belly button.

  I licked my lips, wet a finger, and slid it through my cleavage.

  His fingers convulsed around the wide base of his shaft causing the purplish head to swell into a massive shiny cap. A tiny dot of precome slid out then trailed down along the veiny cock he gripped, leaving a good five inches above his large hand.

  Shimmying low, I reached out and gathered another pearl of moisture pulsing from his cockhead. He groaned at the light touch, pumping up for more. But I withdrew my fingertip, swiveled back up, and standing directly between his spread thighs, I slipped my finger, coated in his clear liquid, into my thong.

  I shuddered, my moisture mingling with his around my clit.

  “Fuck, sweetheart. I wanna see what you’re doing.”

  “Not yet.” I let out a small hiss. “Stroke yourself for me.”

  “Dammit, Reggie.” His feet stamped on the floor, but he dragged his fist up that long rod and twisted his palm around the seeping cap.

  More wetness spilled from my hungry pussy. Slicking my panties and my hand as I dipped my fingers further, seeking some relief for my greedy hole.

  His breath escaped, harsh and loud. His gaze never strayed from the sight of me fingering myself, although he could see nothing but my fingers twirling inside the lacy cream thong.

  Using a tighter hold, Calder reversed his grip, jerking up and down in slow motions while more preejeculate wept in clear trails down the mighty shaft.

  Lifting his hand away with a harsh expletive, his fingers dug into his massive thighs. His cock—even more stiff and engorged—shined with the gloss of his own fluid. His balls hung low and fat, and I wanted them in my mouth.

  “Don’t stop,” I ordered, so wet by now my fingers teasing the outside of my pussy created a wet soppy sound.

  I wound my arm up around my neck, sweeping loose hair up as I swished my hips in a carnal rhythm. Gyrating lower to the floor, knees spread, my finger circled my clit.

  Calder jacked himself with measured strokes. His hips shifted restlessly. He grunted and swore and watched me as if he really did want to devour me.

  The tendons in his forearm stood out. His abs like sculpted living flesh.

  His pelvis kicked up and his cock swelled and sweat shined on his chest.

  “I don’t wanna come in my hand.” He snarled ferociously.

  “Then don’t.”

  Teased beyond his limits, h
e launched himself at me. Strong hands grasped the front of my bra, and he ripped the lace clean off. A savage growl parted his lips seconds before those searing lips dropped to my begging flesh.

  I cried out, arching back, pulling him tighter to me as he gorged himself on both my breasts. Hot arousal zinged from the nipples he latched onto straight down to my pussy almost convulsing around thin air.

  He dropped lower, tore the thong off, too. Then his mouth was there, his tongue striking my clit and his fingers stuffing me full. I shrieked, an immediate fiery orgasm robbing me of everything but wild sensation. He held me up, one hand locked on my waist, the other on my ass, drawing out my orgasm with his tongue licking, lapping, spearing into my twitching pussy, smothering his mouth in my wetness.

  I laughed shakily, my voice hoarse, my limbs quaking, when he roamed slowly back up my body, steadying me. Then he backed up, holding only my hand, and swept his gaze all over my nude body.

  I shivered. Not because I was cold, but because such intense heat filled his eyes.

  “Goddamn, but you are sex on legs,” he growled out.

  I glided toward him as gracefully as I could on legs that still hadn’t recovered, and pressed against him. Lifted my mouth to his.

  Wrapped completely around one another, our lips met. Warmth spread with every wet lunge of his tongue into my mouth. Long lush kisses weakened my knees again.

  His hand grasped the nape of my neck, and he angled deeper. His large cock throbbed between us. I rubbed against it, lifting a thigh to his hip. With my mouth clinging to his, I reached down to graze him with my fingertips.

  Dragging in a ragged raw breath, he broke away. “I want you in my bedroom.”

  I gasped as he lifted me up. Winding my legs around his waist, I couldn’t stop from rocking against the thick hot rod of flesh between us. When my pussy lips spread, he growled and raced up the stairs.

  In the bedroom, he released me slowly. His movements quick, he shucked his shoes and socks. He tackled the jeans and I helped. On my knees as he kicked them off his feet, I leaned forward. Trailing my hands up the coarse dusting of black hair on his thighs, I pulled the incredibly rigid erection to my lips.

  I sucked at the head, widening my mouth to take him in. Just that first delicious inch while he pulled my hair off my shoulders. Drops of precome pulsed onto my tongue.

  “I don’t wanna come in your mouth.”

  I slowly teased him from my puckered lips. “I know.”

  But I twirled the flat of my tongue down his delicious cock and lapped languorously at the big balls, so full of come.

  He lifted me up, cursing loudly. “Need to be inside you.”

  Setting me in the center of the bed, Calder prowled over me. All man. All muscle. Almost dangerous looking from the savage blue of his eyes to the firm slash of his mouth. I could’ve sworn his cock expanded even more, and I couldn’t wait to feel the girth of him thrusting, filling me completely.

  I was gratified when his hand shook, dragging open the bedside drawer to snag a condom he tore open between his teeth. I watched, panting for breath, as he rolled the Magnum down his stiff length then slowly stroked that meaty flesh just twice before hooking it down.

  My legs spread, and I pulled my knees up so I could cradle him in the most intimate place on my body. Liquid wept from my slit, and I used two fingers to ease my pussy open for him.

  His irises darkened even more at the sight, then his powerful body rested above me. Muscles at his shoulders flexing. Biceps bulging. Chest drawing in and out with shallow harsh breaths. Then he gripped that mighty cock more forcefully, rubbed it at my clit just once, and started stretching me with his incredible length.

  I clung to him, crying out. Each inch of hot hard flesh made me arch higher and higher. I raised my hips, and wailed when he hilted himself to the balls.

  “Ohhhh!”

  Looking up, I saw his jaw clench, his nostrils flare.

  “You’re so fucking wet and soft and . . . Christ. Feels like your cunt is sucking at my cock.”

  The hard tone of his voice multiplied the astonishing arousal a thousandfold.

  He closed his eyes briefly, and grinded against me. My clit vibrated, tortured by the base of his shaft. He shifted in a slow circle, staying so deep inside me my pussy fluttered in reaction.

  “I think I’m gonna—” My voice broke. And I came. Just like that, just with Calder using his deep-seated cock to rub inside me.

  And as I was coming, he began. Rough and hard and driven, drilling me as I bucked up against him.

  It felt exquisite to be taken so powerfully, fucked so thoroughly. Lifting up, I caught his lower lip between my teeth and tugged. He swore again, then crashed his mouth to mine in a raw tangle of lips and heat and breathless wetness that echoed the liquid pounding he was giving me.

  He reduced me to a screaming, mind-numbing, nerve-tingling, pussy-ravaged puddle.

  My nails dug into his immense shoulders, and his massive cock spread me, stretched me to capacity. Each rough thrust coiling heat through my belly and sparking places inside my cunt that’d never been touched before.

  Every steel-hard engorged inch of him gleamed with my wetness as he withdrew all the way, dragging more sensation with him. And when he plowed back in—thick, heavy, commanding—I came again from the intensity of his fucking.

  And I was still orgasming when he rearranged us on the bed. Suddenly I was seated on his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, his chest against my breasts.

  His hooded eyes were drenched with lust. Lips moist and parted.

  “Oh, God, Calder.”

  Chills erupted every place on my body he touched so tenderly.

  “Mmm,” came his low rumble of absolute male satisfaction as he watched my flesh react to his fingers.

  He bent his head, sucking one brightly aroused nipple into his wickedly hot mouth.

  Our bodies hot and shining. Calder deeply embedded inside me. Every time he thrust, I rocked down for more. The thick fit of his cock hitting me . . . drill deep.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he husked out.

  I could only moan in response, his hands on my ass guiding me up and down that hot pole of virile flesh as he thrust from beneath. The emotional charge of being so completely close—connected—multiplied by the intimacy of the moment.

  Hair roughened thighs against my smooth legs. My clit bouncing against his hard cock. His balls brushing my ass and my breasts rubbing his chest.

  Wet smacks of heated horny flesh filled the room as the slow tempo increased.

  Calder kissed me, rocking deeper, fucking faster. Gasps and groans parted our lips. And when his hips slammed up to hammer into me, I bent backward as a shivering, splintering, mind-bending orgasm clutched me in its white-hot peak.

  “Goddamn it, Reggie.” Calder’s gravelly voice broke for a second, and then he growled. “Oh fuck yes!”

  His cock kicked and throbbed and swelled inside me. Hot splashes of semen exploding, captured by the condom I wished wasn’t there at all.

  He buried himself inside me.

  Buried his face in my neck.

  Grabbed my hair and my hip to keep me seated completely on him as he unloaded with animal-like noises and fast hard bucks of his body that had his cock knocking at the mouth of my womb.

  Shivering pleasure almost verging on pain burst over me one last time before I let out a final ragged breathless moan.

  I held onto him, stroking his back, pushing my fingers through his hair, sighing as his lips and mouth and teeth nibbled at my neck. His hips rolled a few more times, that hot lusty organ inside me barely subsiding.

  God, I’d sleep with his cock inside me if I could.

  I never thought this night would end this way, and finally, it felt so right between us.

  A smile curved my lips as I kissed his head.

  The breakthrough at the Kick’n Horse seemed to have gotten through to him.

  Without unlocking our embrace—legs,
arms, and mouths as he kissed me anew—Calder arranged us side by side on the bed. He flipped the covers over us and managed to retrieve some of the pillows that’d gone flying during our sexual calisthenics.

  “Where have you been?” I murmured.

  “Right here all these years.” His large hand smoothed a tendril of hair from my forehead. “I just didn’t think I deserved you.”

  “Oh, Calder.”

  His eyes dropped, and he withdrew his hand. “Were you . . . were you thinking about him?”

  I saw the flash of pain and worry in his eyes, and it hit me right in the heart.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Moment of Truth

  Calder

  “WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT him?”

  Shitty-ass thing to ask my brother’s widow after I’d just fucked her, but the frigging words spilled from my lips just like Buckley’s ill-timed comments when he couldn’t keep his loud mouth shut.

  The awkward intensity went atmospheric when I pulled out of her—the one place I wanted to stay forever—dispensed with the damn condom, and Reggie recoiled from me.

  Man, I didn’t blame her one goddamn bit. I wanted to punch myself in the face, too.

  “Is that what you think, Calder?” Her whispered words cut quick and deep.

  Scooting up in the bed, I held my head in my hands. “Don’t want to.”

  “I don’t know how to prove it to you anymore then.” Her sad sigh almost crushed my soul. “I should go to my own room. And I think”—her low voice cracked—“I think this was a mistake.”

  My stomach roiled. I glanced at her to see her shoulders stooped as she moved to leave the bed. Leave me.

  “Wait. Please, Reggie.” I didn’t touch her. Wanted to, though.

  Back turned to me, she hesitated at the edge of the mattress. “Why should I?”

  “Because I’m sorry. I’m fucking stupid, and this is complicated, and I’m making it more difficult than it should be maybe.” Nudging up behind her, I dropped a kiss to her shoulder. “Because I’m a jackass dickhole you should nut-punch.”

  A tight laugh burst from her, quickly quieted.