Balls: The Complete Players Collection (Sports Romance Box Set)

by Teagan Kade

  I drew his boxers down with two hands, crouching to do so and marveling once more at the sheer size of his cock, the bell-like head bobbing before me like a baby apple.

  I stood and let him take my mouth again. I grasped his cock in my hand, thick and steely.

  My less-than-sober state had not only stripped away my inhibitions but also brought out my inner pornstar.

  Moaning, I wrapped my hand around his length, bending to cradle his balls with the other, weighty and full.

  He groaned in response. The vibration of it reverberated through my lips, my tongue, echoing deep into my core.

  I didn’t care what this meant for us in that moment, what it meant for my career or the potential consequences. No, he was too overpowering for that. His body was too overpowering for that, begging and pressing against mine, telling me with every hard inch how much it wanted us to be one.

  Scott’s heart drummed against my fingers as they climbed his stomach. I stroked his cock with my other hand, pumping his shaft using the slickness I gathered from the head of it to aid the action.

  His hand ran up my leg and sawed at the heated plane of my pubic bone.

  I had to break the kiss when his fingers, two, slid inside me, curling against the slick inner walls of my sex.

  A lightheadedness had enveloped me with all the texture of cotton candy. I yawned into the open air with my eyes closed and head hard against the drywall behind it.

  “I didn’t know it was possible to be this wet,” he purred.

  “Only for you,” I gasped back.

  He laughed, light but with a gravelly edge that spoke volumes of his desire. “In that case, let me taste you.”

  He lifted me, hand under my thigh, raising my ass high into the air, literally lifting my sex to his face and my legs onto his shoulders.

  I was so shocked that for a second or two I simply couldn’t move, grateful only for the fact these ceilings were high enough for me to reach a flattened hand up and stabilize myself.

  His biceps were ballooning out his arms, but there was no effort here, no strain required to hold me in place.

  All that thought was washed aside when his tongue lashed at my folds, the fingers of my free hand gathered in his hair, pulling taut as I panted with each languid stroke of his tongue.

  He sucked long and hard at my clit, his face already coated with my desire.

  I braced myself against the roof as his tongue became a spear, darting inside my dark interior, tasting me from the inside out.

  The head of his cock loomed in the shadows below, his length so stiff it seemed forged in fire.

  I moaned into the air, liberated and caught in his snare all at once, my body flushing with energy and life, lust and everything I’d been trying to suppress until now. I felt possessed, a force bearing down on my body, pulling me this way and that towards something I wasn’t so sure I’d be able to handle.

  Scott’s tongue showed no sign of relenting in its march inwards, his arm looped over my thigh, which pressed against his ear. The pad of his thumb found the hard nub in the bed of my moistened flesh.

  I cried out, mouth lifting to the roof.

  A sensation so strong and unique rushed into me that, eyes shuttered, I thought my life was about to be claimed from pleasure alone. I was clamping my legs so hard together I feared I might crush his head when the mighty wave of pleasure finally crested to shore.

  But I didn’t want it to stop, this tempest, to drift away. No, I wanted to prolong it, whatever it took.

  I bent at the hip and whispered in his ear between panted breath. “Let me down… please.”

  Scott laughed, removing me from his face and letting me down gently. I got onto my knees and noticed he was looking down, a smile on his face, his stubble wet and glistening.

  I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and took him back into my mouth, lowering my lips deep over his barreled length until I could take no more.

  The way his chest bellowed in and out was sign enough I was on the right track, his legs starting to buckle when the head of him edged into my throat.

  He released a deep rasp and raised his head to the ceiling, locked in pleasure.

  “Fuck.” It was all he could say as I used my mouth and hand as one, using the other to gently massage his balls, rolling them back and forth between my fingers like giant marbles.

  I never thought I’d actually enjoy giving head, but here I was loving every moment, the taste and texture of him, the way his entire body responded to my lips and mouth. I let the head of his cock free, running my hand over it as a ball and then back down to its base. I repeated this motion, an interplay of hand and mouth until Scott’s heavy breathing told me he was only moments away from release.

  He might have been my coach in the real world, but I wanted to make sure I showed him who was boss in the bedroom.

  He reached down for my head, to pull me away, but I wanted him to come. I wanted to feel him lose it in my mouth, this time at my mercy and knowing there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

  I sealed my lips tight around his glans and pumped his cock harder.

  “Fuck,” he cried, gripping my head hard, his hips levering against me. “Oh, fuck.”

  My only reply was to suck harder. I moved quicker and quicker, urging him on with everything I had.

  He was resisting, but he wasn’t the only one with a trick or two up his sleeve.

  I moved my free hand between his legs, between the hard mounds of his buttocks, and slid a finger into his asshole.

  “Fu—” He couldn’t even get the full word out before my mouth was flooded with hot desire. I sucked and swallowed, taking everything he provided, neither relenting or retreating until he was forced to push my head away from his body.

  Hanging in the air, his cock continued to jerk and spasm, milky release spurting from its tip onto the floorboards below.

  Take that, Trouser Snake, I thought.

  He struggled to find his breath, reaching for the wall. “Holy fuck.”

  I smiled, swallowing the last of what was left in my mouth, savoring its sweet taste.

  “I’m not fucking done,” he said, reaching down and lifting me from the floor.

  My legs wrapped around his body as his still-wet cock slid to the hilt inside me.

  All the air was expelled from my lungs in a single, breathy exclamation point.

  His cock stretched me to my limits, every wall and corner of my pussy filled and satisfied as he started to move inside me, dropping me down over and over onto his length.

  I clawed at his back, holding his neck and levering myself against him, an inverted breaststroke to take him deeper even though I knew I had him all.

  My breasts flattened against his chest. I kissed him, tasting him and myself on his lips, my desire on the plane of his tongue as it wrapped over my own.

  It was an exotic, heady mix of sensations. The cool air in the hallway seemed to fold around us, shadows and low light moving and mixing as we fucked.

  And there was no other word for it, because this was raw and intense. I’d left lovemaking at the door.

  His hand raked up my neck. I bit his ear, tremors shaking my body.

  His fingers imprinted themselves on the fleshly globes of my buttocks as he fucked me in full.

  All the while we grunted and groaned, our release made vocal but far from human.

  And thinking through all of this, experiencing it first hand, I realized precisely what was taking place and couldn’t hold myself back any longer.

  I let myself go, tensing and then shaking like a baby’s rattle on his cock. I climaxed and saw the cobalt tones of the hallway blown out by every color known to man, could swear I could see right into the deep void of darkness that lived between life and death.

  Scott carried us towards his room, kicking the door open and dropping me onto my back, rising over me and running deep into my body. There, he groaned himself, a final thrust followed by a welcome heat at th
e end of my sex.

  He held me like that, my head resting against his shoulder still working its way through the meaning of life, his cock popping free and sliding wet between my ass cheeks, held there in capture.

  There were no words.

  So we said nothing.

  But once the euphoria had dissipated and I felt the cold once more pricking at my skin, I realized what this meant. I started to sober up real fast after that.

  We cuddled and lay there, Scott’s eyes closing having found sleep.

  I was on the verge of sleep myself.

  I could fall for him, I thought. What we were had progressed far beyond what I ever imagined. This wasn’t a fling. I wouldn’t feel this way otherwise. No, there was more here to explore, and not just between the sheets.

  I knew it, I thought it, but still the self-talk continued, telling me there was more at stake here than just our careers — far more.

  I stared at the ceiling and that one thought should have been enough to send me scurrying back to my own bed.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  RAE

  With the morning came a not unexpected hangover, a horrible, greasy sensation I hadn’t felt in a very long time. With some effort I looked across the bed and knew exactly what I would find.

  As predicted, Scott was there with the sheets off, one leg bent and his cock hard as an iron bar, a smug smile on his face even in sleep. The arm behind the bed nailed the look. I reached down between my legs and knew immediately what had taken place, my vagina smiling with its own smug satisfaction as if to say, ‘Yeah, you knew it would happen.’

  Slowly, through the hangover, it all began to roll back to me — that first contact and the incredible sex that followed, the sort of wild drunk sex you only see in movies. Did it count if one of you was sober? Did it count if I couldn’t even remember how many orgasms I had?

  My crotch gave a little twitch. I could almost hear it in my head. ‘Plenty.’

  Scott was sleeping there so peacefully, so contently I didn’t want to wake him. I did have thoughts of straddling him, perhaps sinking slowly over that glorious member of his and giving him a real wake-up call, but sanity was starting to return. My head was beginning to kick back into action and brought with it precisely what I didn’t want to hear.

  Because what happened last night should not have happened. I thought we agreed? I thought we made a pact of sorts? Who even instigated it? He pushed me up against the wall, but was I the one who moved in for the kiss? We both wanted it, clearly, but now in the glaring light of day it seemed like a mistake once more.

  I checked the digital clock by the bed and noted the date. And it was practice this morning.

  Just. Freakin’. Wonderful.

  I slid stiffly out of bed, the room coming to a spinning stop. “Get your head back in the game, Rae,” I whispered to myself, spotting my panties hanging from the door handle.

  I shook my head and looked back at Scott. I couldn’t deal with this kind of discourse right now, the whole talk-it-out thing if he was awake, and yeah, it was probably because I was a damn coward. I didn’t want to face him and try to explain it. It was way too awkward, especially before practice.

  So, I did what any good coward would do and ran, collecting my gear quietly and splashing cold water on my face, making a strange protein powder-cum-OJ concoction I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. That in place, I did my best to lug my gear down to the street, leaving a note on the kitchen counter informing Scott I’d see him at practice — no love hearts or XOXO. This wasn’t Gossip Girl. I didn’t want him reading into anything.

  I could write this whole thing off as a drunken mistake, I figured, a sudsy lap in judgement.

  Maybe it never happened at all?

  My pussy twitched again, saying, ‘Yeah… nah. It happened… several times, actually.’

  At street level, I gave one more glance up to apartment expecting to see Scott standing there with his junk out and hands on his hips, but the window was clear.

  Which was a heck of a lot more than could be said for my head.

  *

  I was on the ice before anyone else running drills, trying to beat my lethargic body into submission. It was working. I never felt stronger than when I was geared up, my physical and mental armor in place, so to speak. On the ice I was invincible, or at least I felt invincible.

  Most of the boys and Scott arrived together, their raucous voices carrying down the tunnel. They spotted me but didn’t acknowledge my presence.

  Scott looked my way and I was sure he was going to call me over, but he continued on towards his office while the others veered off to the locker room.

  I tried to read into Scott’s expression, but from such a distance it was hard to gauge exactly what it was or what it meant. I was sure of one thing: he was bound to take a step back after our blow-up last practice.

  Cormac was the first onto the ice. He looked surprisingly bushy-tailed given recent events.

  “What’s your secret?” I asked as he skated closer.

  “Instant coffee — liters of it.”

  I smiled back and passed the puck over, watching as he drove it hard into the net. He skated around me. “Do you remember what we talked about last night, or was it one beer too many?”

  I hadn’t forgotten at all. No, I’d burned his words into my memory and intended to put them into devastating effect today. “I remember alright.”

  The others started to skate onto the ice, Scott approaching from the barrier.

  Cormac looked over his shoulder. “Good. Go get ’em, tiger.”

  I skated off smiling towards the center of the rink where Jamie was busy setting up our first series of drills.

  The others didn’t pay me any attention as we congregated, Scott’s eyes seeking me out towards the back, but again no hint of what he was thinking. Sexual escapades aside, he was in full coach mode now.

  “We’re going to do it tough today, boys… and girl. I want to see maximum effort, understood?”

  “Yes, Coach,” came the chorus, some voices more lackluster than others.

  Scott clapped his hands together and handed us over to Jamie.

  The drills were rough, especially when my head was still wooly from last night, but I managed to summon the required energy.

  “Alright,” said Scott, bringing us in. “Let’s put in some playtime.” He pointed to me. “Rae, let’s get you going with Cormac and McKinsky.”

  I winked at Cormac taking up position near the goal.

  This was it. This was my time to shine, baby.

  I used my insider information on Jensen first, concentrating on his left side where Cormac said he was weak, using his tendency to shield the puck there to whip it right out of his hands and get the hell out of dodge.

  Jensen was so shocked it took him a moment to give chase.

  Of course, Liam was there coming in hard, but I drew up and put my weight and stick into his right knee — an old injury Cormac told me he’d kept to himself.

  It did the trick, alright. Liam went barreling off in pain, the ice open and free.

  I could see Liam doing his best not to let it show, but he eyed me cautiously as I returned form the opposing goal.

  “Sorry ’bout that,” I teased, knowing full well it would get under his skin.

  Cold contempt followed.

  The rest of the session went entirely as planned. I used the team’s weaknesses against them, every little tick and tock Cormac told me about to undo them and take the lead. It wasn’t long before the frustration began to show. They came at me harder and bolder, Jamie forced to keep up a steady stream of whistling to keep them at bay.

  But I could take it. I knew I could.

  Jensen threw his helmet onto ice. “What the fuck is going on?” He shoved Erik in the chest. “You going to let a fucking girl show you up, Monahan?”

  Erik simply laughed. “She’s showing you up, bro. She’s showing all of us up.”

  There was such veno
m from the glare that followed from Jensen I expect cobra wings to pop out of his head.

  Jensen went off in a huff. Try as I might, I couldn’t suppress the smallest of smiles at his frustration.

  I noticed Scott watching on intently from the side, but still he was giving nothing away, nor had he really intervened.

  Everything was starting to work out. Cormac winked as he passed, clearly on my side, and even Erik seemed to be coming around since he was no longer trying to hurt me deliberately now. Which just left Liam and Jensen. I knew if I could somehow get through to those two Neanderthals the rest of the team would fall into line.

  I took in a deep breath as we set up for the next play.

  You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, I told myself.

  Jensen took the puck and barreled towards me. I knew his intentions, but I wasn’t going to let him steam-roll me while the rest of the team watched. Taking Cormac’s advice, I hunkered down low, squatting and then flanking left at the very last second and hooking Jensen’s body as hard and close as I could.

  But I was too close. An earth-shattering rattle ran up from my elbow as it drove right into Jensen’s face. It was enough to send me spinning off axis and sliding across the ice.

  When I stopped spinning, I looked back to see Jensen removing his helmet, a crimson river of blood running from his nose, dripping from his chin. He didn’t look happy about it. He swiped at the blood and took a moment to stare at his glove before his eyes found me coming to my feet. He pointed. “You!”

  Others were starting to skate in, sensing drama.

  Jensen began to skate over hard, his entire lower face a messy muddle of blood.

  I wasn’t even fully to my feet when he shoved me full force in the ribs, sending me a good four feet into the air before a metallic thunk signaled the back of my head collecting the goal bar.

  I landed awkwardly on my back and stared up at what appeared to be several lights swimming together as one. Worse, they were blurry, my entire head feeling for all the world like someone decided to stuff it full of cherry bombs.

  Cormac’s face appeared before me muddy around the edges. “You good?”