Blitzed (The Alpha Ballers #3) (15 page)

“I understand that,” I said, looking deep within his eyes and feeling the spark of my attraction to him completely outshine any misgivings I had about what he had done. It was so long ago, and he had done so much good, both for the community and the Patriots, that I couldn’t find it in me to come down hard on him.

Hud looked at me. “I haven’t told any one that,” he whispered.

“No one?” That was almost as surprising. “Not Lance or Drake, or anyone else?”

Hud shook his head. “Nope, neither of them. Lance is such a do-gooder, he wouldn’t understand. He’s just so pure, sometimes it scares me. And Drake’s so young, I wouldn’t want to give him the wrong idea.”

I squeezed Hud’s arm. “They’re no angels, Hud. I’m just surprised that you haven’t told your best friends. No one knows?”

Hud paused again. “Coach…Coach Armstrong knows. I told him way back in the day when he was working for the Browns. He was interviewing me before the draft, a private thing, for his own player evaluations. He asked and I blurted it out.” Hud looked downcast. “That was more than 10 years ago, and neither of us has ever brought it up again.”

“How come you told me?”

Hud smiled for the first time that entire night. “I don’t quite know why. You feel different to me than anyone else in my life, Mack. I don’t know you well enough, but I feel like you’re the kind of person who wouldn’t take it the wrong way. I wasn’t trying to get a leg up on the competition, I wasn’t breaking the rules just to do it. I just wanted to get back what I was missing in time for the season to start, I swear.”

“I understand, Hud, I really do,” I said, after a few seconds’ pause, still digesting what he’d said about trusting me. I was so overwhelmed that I did the first thing that came to mind - I leaned over on the couch and kissed him, full on the lips, long and hard.

We kissed like that for a moment or two before Hud reached around with his giant arm and pulled me into him, and we got a better angle with which to taste each other. I had missed this so much.

Hud picked me up and kissed me, and I threw my arms around his neck and climbed up till my head was level with his. I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist and I clung to him as he walked out of the living room. I knew where we were headed, and if my pulse wasn’t already racing from the hotness of our repeated kisses, it would have quickened from knowing Hudson Asher was taking me, Mackenzie Mayfield, to his bedroom.

I had fantasized about this moment so many more times than I was comfortable admitting, even more so in the last couple weeks since he and I had started flirting for real and I had worked up the courage to do something about it. And now that it was finally happening, I wasn’t nervous at all like I had expected. Sure, little voices in my head made me wonder if I looked sexy enough, if I was turning him on just right, but when I opened my eyes in between our heated kisses, all I could see in Hud’s eyes was pure and unadulterated lust

Lust for me. I could get used to this. I could get used to this pretty easily.

Hud carried me easily between rooms, and I felt like I weighed almost nothing in his arms. It occurred to me that this was a man whose life’s work involved beating up and getting the physical upper hand on men just as big and strong as he was, so carrying me around must have been no sweat at all.
 

All the while, we were kissing, one of Hud’s hands in my hair, gently pulling it down, making me gasp with just the right mix of pain and pleasure at the back of my scalp. I moaned softly into his shoulder as I trailed light kisses down his neck, making Hud grunt.

He stopped walking, and I detached myself enough to look around for a quick second before getting back to business. We were back in his bedroom, the familiar trophies going all the way back to Hud’s childhood off to one side.

I didn’t have any time to look at them, because Hud threw me on the bed and climbed on a split second later, hovering over me as we started kissing again. “Mmmm, Hud,” I breathed at him in between kisses.

“Mack,” he whispered back. It was a calling, a request, it was both of those at once, and the way Hud said my name like that made my toes curl with anticipation of what was soon to come. I wanted nothing more than for him to stick his hard cock in me. I could feel it, hard as steel, pressing against the front of his pants, long and thick. I couldn’t wait to get it out of there so I could get my first taste of it. I needed it; I needed more of him.

Hud didn’t seem to want to give me more of what I needed just so soon. He kissed down my neck, his hand pulling my shirt up and off, rubbing over my belly, making me arch my back trying to get more of him touching me. His lips traced rough patterns on my neck, making me gasp. “I have wanted to do this forever,” he whispered to me.

“What stopped you,” I let out, running my hands over his shoulders and long, thick, arms, bulging with muscles honed by hours in the gym and on the field every week for the last 15 years. The man was like a stack of coiled muscle from head to toe, and right now all of it was focused on me.

Oh yes, I could get used to this. Very much so.

Hud didn’t answer my question, he just looked at me deep in the eyes, and moved his head closer. We kissed, both of our eyes open and locked on each other. It was one of the most sensual moments of my life. All the romance novels, the movies, all their scenes of closing one’s eyes while kissing, all of that was wrong. When your connection with someone was so intense that you could kiss with your eyes open, that was when you knew you had found something special.

This was way past special.

I knew Hud could feel it too, as we kissed, our tongues dancing together hungrily. When we finally broke the kiss, Hud growled and pushed me further up on the bed before he got on his knees above me, reaching down and pulling his shirt off with one go.

I had seen muscle-bound men without shirts on before. More than my share, considering I worked for a professional football team, and professional athletes were not often self conscious about walking around without much clothing on.

In fact, on more than one occasion I’d seen Hudson Asher without a shirt on. But this time, in his bedroom, in the dark of the night with light streaming in from the full moon seemingly parked right outside his window, when I saw his shirt come off, baring that ridiculously sexy body of his, covered in tattoos from just under his collarbone, running down his back and his front and arms, all I could do was drop my mouth open.
 

He was a statue of a man, a work of art. He belonged in a museum, as the perfectly conceived essence of man. And I was glad he wasn’t there, because having sex in a museum, which sounded pretty hot, wasn’t something I wanted to do every night

But have Hud’s body on top of me like this, that I could take every night if I had to. Hud watched me ogle him, a smirk cutting across his gorgeous and craggy face, and then he tossed the shirt away and reached down with those huge hands of his to touch my face. One of his fingers brushed against my lips and I parted them, letting the finger inside, just barely, and teasing it ever so slightly with my tongue.

Hud arched an eyebrow at me at that, and I giggled, closing my eyes and licking his finger once more. Hud groaned; I loved pulling that sound from his throat with just a little touch of my tongue on his skin. I couldn’t wait to get the rest of our clothing off so we could get started for real.

Hud must have heard my thoughts somehow, because he slowly pulled his hands down away from my face, lightly caressing my neck and shoulders as he went down. I turned my head from side to side, eyes closing again so I could just press myself against the soft blankets of his bed and feel all these crazy pleasurably sensations coursing throughout my body.

I almost whimpered when Hud’s fingers moved over my shirt, down my shoulders, momentarily sad that there was suddenly fabric between us. He kept tracing his way down my shoulders, and when my sleeves ended and our skin touched again, I gasped like I had seen an oasis after a long day in a hot desert.

I didn’t know how Hudson Asher, or any man for that matter, could have this effect on me, but every fiber in my being screamed out for me to lose myself in it and just experience all that it had to offer. I had every intention of doing just that.

Hud’s fingers moved down my forearms, pushing lightly into my skin, kneading it back and forth, pulling little gasps out of me with every touch, until our fingers entwined and we held hands like that for a few brief seconds, me laying on the bed looking up at Hud while he towered over me, his bare chest presenting itself to me, teasing me with the hardness of his cock pressing against his tight pants.

It was an intoxicating sight, but one that Hud didn’t let me enjoy for too long, because just as I was settling down and getting even more comfortable, he gripped my hands a little tighter and slowly pulled me up. I scooted my butt backward as I sat up, Hud’s face still so much higher than me. Hud let go of my hands as I came up, but I knew that I shouldn’t drop them, and he nodded, reaching down to the hem of my shirt and lifting it up. With my hands already up it was easy to slip it off, and I looked down at my skin, my tender breasts, swollen nipples still covered by my lacy dark bra. I looked back at Hud as he tossed my shirt on the floor and looked me up and down.

I held my breath, not sure what to do next, but Hud just smiled and leaned forward, kissing me and pressing his massive chest against me. The touch of our skin, so much more this time, made me moan. I kept my arms up, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him into me as close as I could, and it still wasn’t enough.

I wanted him to envelop me, I wanted to feel him all over me. As we came together, I felt his cock pressing into me, still confined by his pants, and I felt my own need deep in my core, soaking wet, aching to have that thick cock of his inside me. I needed it. “Hud,” I whispered. “I need you inside me. Please.” I wasn’t even shy about it at this point. We were long past the time for shyness and anxiety. Now we were in the realm and time of naked desire, and I was all out of excuses.

This was a man, and I had never felt more feminine than in that moment. I needed Hudson Asher to fuck me.

“I know,” he said back, his voice almost hoarse with desire. “I can feel how turned on you are from here, Mack.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked, leaning back, Hud’s arms around my waist still holding me up close to him, so I could feel our cores pressed together. “Please, just fuck me.”

“I will,” he breathed, staring at me. “I’m just taking my time and enjoying your body.” He looked me up and down. “It’s not every day that you undress the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Whatever hesitation I had, whatever desire I had for him to get on with it and just fuck me already, dissolved in that moment, and I let myself go and just enjoy everything as it came. “Just don’t take too long,” I replied. “Or I’ll pass out.”

“I’ll make sure you don’t, Mack,” Hud smiled and went back to kissing me. I took a deep breath and opened myself to him. I’d never experienced foreplay like this, and I wasn’t sure how much of it I could take.

Just as I was bracing myself for more time spent sitting up on the bed like this, Hud nudged me backward and I fell down, shocked at just how quickly I’d given up control to this hulking beast of a man. Hud moved forward with me and once again hovered over me and covered me in kisses.

This time now that my shirt was out of the way, he kissed down my chest, just getting to where my bra covered my breasts and stopping there, teasing me and making me want to scream with anticipation. It just wasn’t fair that he could do these things to me, make me feel this way, and I was powerless to stop him, and almost powerless to even help him do it more. If this was what sex with Hudson Asher was like, then all the other sex I’d ever had before was hollow and wrong.

My nipples pressed achingly against the soft inner lining of my bra, and I wished almost out loud that Hud would take it off me. I’d sit up and take it off myself but the way Hud pushed into me made it tough to move, and that felt amazing too. He moved slowly, his skin teasing mine as he explored my body while denying me the ability to do the same thing to him.

It. Just. Wasn’t. Fair.

Hud shifted to one side, lying on the bed to my right, one huge arm curling under my neck and supporting me like a pillow. Automatically I turned to face him, till I was almost lying on my side, and Hud ran his other hand over my side, down my arm, to my waist, and down my pleated skirt. I looked him straight in the eyes as he moved his hand just under the fabric of my skirt and rested it there on my upper thigh before pulling me in for more kisses. I moved my legs together, feeling how wet I was between them, almost shaking with heightened anticipation. After all this time, Hud was finally getting closer to where I wanted, no, to where I needed his touch.

I needed him inside me. I needed his cock, but I’d settle for his fingers just for a couple minutes, at least until I got his pants off. It was almost maddening feeling his hand just underneath my skirt, right above my knee, moving so slowly upward as to be barely moving at all, and I tried to glare at Hud, to tell him without words that I knew what he was doing and that I thought he was being a huge jerk for it, but I couldn’t even manage that, I just leaned in and greedily kissed him again, pressing my chest into his. Every time I kissed him he squeezed my thigh a little more, and each time it happened I tensed up, flush with pleasure.

He moved his hand slowly back as I lifted my free hand and coiled it around his neck, pulling myself closer to Hud’s chest, feeling the warmth coming off of him and emanating around the room. As I moved closer, Hud’s hand found my ass, tracing the line of my lacy panties underneath my skirt, and I flashed my eyebrows at him, smiling in between our kisses. Now we were getting to the good stuff, the stuff I’d been ready for what felt like forever now, but in reality was like 15 minutes. It was funny how time slowed down, way down, when a gorgeous man threw you onto his bed and had his way with you.