All In: Playing to Win (Gambling With Love Book 5) (12 page)

I run my fingers through his oh so soft hair as he kneads my ass and grinds my hips into the rock hard erection bulging from his jeans. Moans escape past my lips and drown in our kiss when need takes over my body. This gorgeous man makes me feel things I hadn't felt in years, if ever. I want him more than I want my next breath.

My hands grow a mind of their own, feeling my desperation. They unzip Zack's pants to pull out his almost intimidatingly long, hard cock.

"Ah, fuck," he groans when I wrap my hand around his length and stroke the silky flesh, making it swell even more in my fist. "That's it baby...been hurtin' all night...need you so bad."

"Ohh!" I cry out when Zack rips off my thong while I’m distracted, and then suddenly plunges two thick fingers inside me from behind. I'm so wet and ready they slide right in without meeting any resistance.

Our mouths become frantic, biting tongues on accident, clanging teeth because of our out of control gasping and moaning. I keep stroking him while his hips buck and he fucks me hard and fast with his fingers.

"Ride my cock, Natalie...just...oh God...fuck me. Please fuck me."

"Yes, ah,
yes
!" I shout the words at the same time my body shakes all over while my creamy walls clench around his fingers deep inside of me. Before my body even recovers I'm already desperate for another release.

No questions asked and no more words needed, Zack pulls out a condom from his pocket and rolls it down his impressive length. I don't hesitate as I guide his shaft to my soaking wet entrance and impale myself on him. And man, he is a lot to take.

"God, you're big," I tell him in an exhale of breath after he's only about halfway in. "And it's been awhile. Just…give me a second."

"Baby, you can take all the time you need," Zack says as he kisses my neck and his hands continue massaging my bare ass, since my dress is hiked up to my waist. It forms a nice do-not-cross boundary line.

I raise up on my knees and then lower myself down a little farther, making Zack groan in response.

"Do that again," he says, and I comply over and over again until my thighs are almost hitting the top of his. That's far as I can go. "Fuck, you feel good. Don't stop," he begs.

And oh, boy, does it feel good. It's incredible, having him hit the neglected spot deep within me, taking me closer and closer to another release. I moan as the pressure inside me builds, threatening to tear me apart. I'm panting so hard I can't keep kissing him. I need oxygen. I need more of him. 

Zack's hands on my bottom guide my movements up and down, bouncing me faster and harder on his thick cock while his tongue dives back into my mouth going at the same intensity.

"Ah, your ass..." He pulls back and groans, roughly squeezing two handfuls of my bottom. "Your ass is incredible..."

I'm right on the edge of another climax when I feel the pressure of his fingertip. The one that's penetrating my...end zone. It's...different and I'm not sure if that's good or bad.

"I want this perfect...tight...ass. I want to lick it, bite it...and I want to be the first one to fuck it."

"
Ah
!
Oh God
!" I cry out when his naughty proprietary words finally do me in.

Good...it feels so damn
good
when my orgasm bursts from inside me like a ruptured dam, sending tingling waves of pleasure through my body in one spasm after another. Words fall from my lips, prayers and curses alike until there's nothing left in me. My forehead slumps forward onto Zack's shoulder. Arms around his neck, I hold onto him for dear life until I feel his body shudder against mine with his own release.

I don't want to move, and I'm not sure I can even if I had to. I want to stay right where I am, wrapped in his warm, strong arms. Just a few seconds more and I'll make myself leave him.

Okay, maybe a few minutes.

Eventually I force myself to lift my head and look him in his eyes again.

"You okay?" he asks with his perfect white smile that glows bright in the darkness.

"I'm great."

"Good," he says in an exhale. "Me, too." His fingertips brush the damp hair away from my face sweetly and I shiver at his gentleness. "Thank you for breaking your rule with me."

"It was well worth the wait," I tell him with what I know has to be a goofy post-coital grin on my face.

"How long was the wait?" he asks.

"Um, about four years," I admit, blushing on top of my flush from arousal.           

"Wow. That's a hell of a wait," he responds before lightly pressing his lips over mine, then down my jaw. "Can I see you tomorrow?" 

"Tomorrow?" I ask.

"I want to spend the whole day with you. Maybe we can go to
Carowind
's and play?"

"Really?" I ask, unable to stop combing my fingers through his wonderful hair. A whole day at an amusement park with Zack Bradford?

"Yeah. It's barely in the date budget, but I think I can make it work if we pack a lunch. I'll pick you up at say, ten?"

"In the morning?" I ask.

"Yes, in the morning. I'm serious about spending the whole day with you."

"Could we maybe do this again?" I ask, biting my lower lip after saying something so bold.

"Hell yes. As many times as you want," Zack promises.

"Okay. Then I'll see you at ten."       

I move back to the passenger seat and lift my hips to tug my dress back down into place. Leaning over the console, I steal one last quick kiss and then I climb out of his car before I do something crazy like invite him inside.

Zack

It's too damn early to be up on a Saturday morning. Why did I insist on starting the day at ten fucking a.m. on my day off? Idiotic. It doesn’t help that I barely slept any last night. After Natalie shocked the fuck out of me, and well, fucked me in the front seat of my car, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

What is that woman doing to me? I don’t obsess over women or hold their hands. And I definitely don’t finger them in a public place filled with people without asking for anything in return. I also never want to see a woman again after we fuck, much less jerk myself off thinking about how soon I can be with the same woman. Yet, in the last twenty-four hours I’ve done all of the above. Those confusing thoughts, along with how guilty I feel for using Natalie, are why I ended up staring at the ceiling for hours during the night.

I need coffee. Lots and lots of motherfucking coffee.

Sunglasses and baseball hat pulled low to block out the blinding autumn sun and somewhat conceal my identity, I knock on Natalie's apartment door.

"Holy fuck, woman!" I exclaim when she opens her door wearing her old Carolina blue college cheerleading uniform. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, and combined with her stunning smile she’s so damn innocent and beautiful that it hurts. She looks just like she did the day I knocked her down at the Virginia Tech game.

"You asked if I still had it," she says with her hands on her hips, her jade eyes playful and way too perky this early.

My dick’s starting to feel pretty fucking perky, too. It seems like when it comes to Natalie my dick is always ready to go, which is a relief after it's been so damn temperamental lately. In fact, I've been in an almost constant state of arousal since I met her.

I take my sunglasses off and hang them on my jean pocket to see her better. I can't resist reaching down for Natalie's bare thigh and running my palm up under her very short pleated skirt.

"What will it take to convince you to flash me?" I ask her. "I'd love to see what kind of panties you've got on underneath."

"Sorry," she says with her own wide smile that probably matches mine. "But I'm not wearing any."

I barely catch my chin before it hits the damn ground. I instantly surge forward, tackling her and closing her door with my foot once I'm inside her apartment. Natalie squeals when I pick her up. My hands grip her behind, seeking out the truth of her confession.

Honest to God, there's not a scrap of fabric covering her pussy.

"You naughty girl," I tell her against her lips before I kiss her frantically and carry her to the living room. The woman weighs practically nothing. "You're in for it now."

I lay her down on the navy blue couch, leaving her hips on the armrest.

"Zack, what are you doing?" she asks.

"I'll give you three guesses," I tell her. Dropping to my knees I push up Natalie's pleated skirt and take in the sight before me.

Goddamn
.

Her perfectly groomed pink pussy is open to me, glistening with her arousal. The delicious smell of cupcakes surrounds me, probably from her lotion or body wash. I won't be able to eat one of those fucking things again without thinking about eating her. After I yank my hat off and toss it out of the way, I throw her legs over my shoulder to lean forward and lick up her wetness.

"Oh!" she exclaims and I have to hold down her thighs when she squirms. From the way her body is inclined I can watch the pleasure light up her face as I eat her out. Her hands grab for the sofa cushions while her eyes are closed and her pink lips are parted.

I sweep my tongue up the center of her slit again, using it to part her lower lips. The contact makes her moan and arch her back. With a few fast flicks of my tongue over her clit, her hips go wild. My cock is so hard it's trying to stab a hole through my jeans.

"Yes!
Please, Zack
!" Natalie cries out.

Lacking experience on this type of oral, I decide to alternate between swirling my tongue in her tight opening and teasing her clit. Unable to resist, I dip my index finger into all that wetness and swirl it around before withdrawing and then penetrating her even lower. Her perfect virgin ass is so fucking tight. It'll take a while to get her ready to take my huge cock, but it'll be so damn worth it.

"Oh God!" she screams when she squirms in my hold.

"Want me to stop?" I ask.

"No! Please...I'm so close."

I lower my head again and devour her pussy while I keep fucking her with my finger. As her moans become louder and she grabs a handful of my hair, holding my mouth to her pussy I lose all my initial hesitation that I don't know what the hell I'm doing. When Natalie's legs tighten around my head and she comes on my tongue, shaking with a scream of pleasure, I damn near celebrate with a touchdown dance. I really want to do this particular trick more often with this woman, but right now I have to get inside of her.

While she's still gasping for breath I stand up and pull out a condom from my pocket.

"Please," she begs, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watches me with lust hazed eyes. "I need you in me."

I really like how she said "need" instead of "want."

"Soon, baby," I tell her as I quickly tear the package, unzip my pants, and roll on the condom. I flip her tiny, limp body over, needing to take her hard and fast from behind. "You ready?" I ask, squeezing two handfuls of her amazing ass.

"Yes!"

One hand gripping her hip to keep her still, I rub the head of my cock over her wetness with the other. Natalie holds herself up on her palms, push-up style on the sofa cushions. She's so damn small her toes aren't even touching the ground.

I push forward and suck in a staggering breath at the sensation of her tight warmth surrounding my cock. Between the sweet little sounds of her whimpers and her pussy still contracting from her orgasm, she's going to squeeze me dry in seconds if I don't gain a little control.

I hold still deep inside of her and swivel my hips, relishing the feel of her. She pushes her hips back, urging me on, and it's so fucking good I can't hold back any longer.

I groan as I start thrusting in and out, panting with effort as I pick up the pace. Looking down I grasp her amazing ass while I watch my cock sink deep and then retreat over and over again, adding more of her cream to it with each stroke. Her silky walls continue to flutter, giving me an exquisitely tight caress.

"Damn Natalie. Your pussy is heaven on Earth, baby."

I clench my teeth and feel sweat breaking out all over as my release presses down on me, making me pound into her even harder.

"Ohh!
Yes!
" Natalie cries out.

And good God, when the woman comes again with me deep inside of her, her pussy puts my cock in a complete and total lockdown. Every muscle in my own body tightens as I give it up with a shout and one final thrust. My release rocks through me like an earthquake, shaking me all the way to my soul. It's so staggering that my knees weaken, barely able to hold me up.  

"You okay?" I ask Natalie, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck once my breathing is mostly back to normal.

"Uh-huh," it sounds like she mutters in the affirmative. Her eyes are closed and the side of her face is flat against the couch, no longer able to hold herself up with her arms.

I reluctantly pull out of her, groaning at the loss of her warm heat, and go in search of her bathroom to throw away the condom and zip back up. She hasn't moved an inch when I come back, her ass is still in the air raised in offering. I'll be throwing wood again in seconds if I keep standing here looking at her.

Instead of fucking her again, I just want to lay down and hold Natalie while we both recover, but her couch looks too small for both of us to stretch out on. I gather her up in my arms and carry her through the apartment, looking for her bedroom.

The first room I enter doesn't appear to have a bed. In fact the only pieces of furniture in the room are a computer desk and chair. Then I notice the walls. All four are covered in photos.

I flip the overhead light on and see that one wall is nothing but nature shots, flowers, animals, landscapes, and trees. Another wall has pictures of people arranged to form the shape of a large heart. They're just normal looking people, and I recognize Natalie's friends from work in a few shots. There's an older man and woman in some, and an even older couple in others which I assume are her parents and grandparents.

The third wall is completely covered like...well, wallpaper. Every single inch is nothing but four by six photos without frames displaying about anything you can think of. All the photos are amazing, but the fourth and final wall is breathtaking.

There's a series of large canvases containing football players caught by the camera at exactly the perfect moment. One is a Colt's wide receiver leaping up in the air to catch an impossible pass. Another is a Falcon's running back diving headfirst for a touchdown. There's also one with a Bengal's tight end at the exact moment he hurdles clear over a defensive lineman. And then my eyes reach the center photo and all the others disappear.

It's a little larger canvas than the rest suggesting it’s her favorite, and I can see why since it's the most powerful one.

It's a big football player holding onto a tiny cheerleader like his life depends on it. The cheerleader's legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms looped around his neck, climbing him like she can't seem to get close enough.

It's a photo of us.

I look down at Natalie who’s wearing the same outfit as she was in the photo. Her face is pressed against my chest, and luckily she's still practically unconscious. I turn off the light and ease out of the room, unable to handle the emotion threatening to suffocate me after seeing...hell, it feels like I just trespassed into Natalie's heart.

I try to shake off the compelling image and all the questions it causes when I finally find her bedroom. There’s a sharp, agonizing sting in my chest that I just want to go the fuck away. I don’t need more guilt or worry to add to my already massive heap. I don’t like knowing that I’ll likely end up hurting Natalie more than I even realized.

Shutting out those unfamiliar and unwanted emotions, I snap myself back to her room. Her queen-sized bed is perfectly made, not a wrinkle in the white comforter that holds a big plush, blue and black wildcat in the center of the pillows. The one I sent to her in the gift basket. It’s nice to know she'd at least kept some damn thing from me.

Toeing off my shoes, I lay Natalie down and then climb up to stretch out beside her.

With her eyes closed, cheeks flushed and a small but satisfied smile on her face, she is absolutely gorgeous. A few minutes later she starts blinking her bright green eyes open before covering them quickly with her arm.

"Oh God," she mutters.

"What?" I ask, lifting her arm so I can see her face.

"You wore me out," she admits, making me smile. "I need more cardio."

"No you don't, but I'm all in for doing this more often to help build your stamina. Anytime you want," I tell her and she gives me a smile. "You know, I was sleepwalking until you opened the door in this outfit. Now I'm wide awake."

"I was wide awake until I answered the door. Now I'm exhausted."

"We can hang out here in your bed until whenever you're ready," I assure her.

"Give me a few more minutes and I'll be good to go. Well, after I change."

"Aw. You mean you're not going to wear the uniform with no panties to the park?"

She giggles sweetly. "No, only you get to see me this way."

I brush a few loose strands of her hair that has fallen from her ponytail, behind her ear. "You look just like you did on the field that day - a sweet, sexy little knockout."

"You're definitely bigger. You bulked up in the pros," she says as she runs a hand down my t-shirt covered bicep.

"Had to. I'm playing with the big boys now, and they hit a helluva lot harder than the college guys."

"I worry about you. Don't get hurt. Alex Marshall sucks."

"Oh really? So you
don’t
think he could take my job?" I smirk.

"No. I was just sort of mad at you for being late."

"You're a ballbuster. I really am sorry about that. In my defense, it had been a horrible morning. The owner had words with me and Jake, and threatened to end our careers." 

"What?" she exclaims and I realize I've said too much.

"It was a stupid misunderstanding, and it's all worked out now."
Because of you
, I leave off. "I was just so pissed after the meeting that I had burn off the anger before I bit someone's head off."

"Then I bit your head off for being late," she says.

"I deserved it. And you calling me out and not putting up with my shit was sort of a wakeup call. You made me realize what an ass I was being and that I want to be better."

"You're not an ass," she says with a smile then cuddles up to me, resting her head on my chest.