Hearts in Overtime: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (10 page)

Whoa!

I know Ryan said it was an “oceanfront” house but I figured that just meant it was within reasonable walking distance of the coast. Boy, was I wrong. The house he shares with his friends is actually built right on the beach.
Right on the beach!

I step out of the SUV and my senses are immediately bombarded with the crashing of the waves, the scent of the sea, the cool, clean, breezy air and all that other good stuff.

Sending a message of thanks up heavenwards, I hurry over to help Ryan with the bags, but he just waves me away.

“Oh, come on. You have to let me take something at least.”

There’s absolutely no good reason for him to be loaded down with my little suitcase, his overnight bag and two bags of groceries when I’ve got two free arms.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Even though most people would be weighed down under all that stuff, it’s clearly no big deal to him, which I guess makes sense, considering all that incredible muscular bulk that constitutes Ryan Blake.

God, he’s so strong. So sexy.

I follow him into the house, which is just about the cutest house I’ve ever been in my whole entire life. I don’t know what I’d been expecting to see—maybe an ultra modern, uber chic structure made mostly of glass. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

The house is a cedar shingle cottage style construction. Very old school New England. It’s only one story high, but for such a warm and welcoming sort of place, it’s awfully big. I follow Ryan in and he switches on the light to reveal the entryway. The white walls and whitewashed wood floors make the space seem extra roomy and clean. I love it.

“I’ll show you around,” he says.

Leaving our baggage in the entryway, he leads me into the kitchen, which is bright and spacious. He drops the grocery bags on the countertop and motions for me to follow him. As he walks me through the house, he points out the dining room, the living room and the glass door leading to a huge back deck. The white walls and whitewashed floors decorating scheme continues through all those rooms, and the whole place is positively enchanting in the evening dusk. There are so many windows as well as skylights and vaulted ceilings.

“Here’s the communal toilet,” Ryan says, opening the door to show me the half bath.

The communal toilet
. I guess that’s what a houseful of guys calls the powder room. I cover my mouth to hide my smile.

We continue down the hallway.

“This is Cody’s room,” he says, motioning to one of the closed doors. “And this one’s Alex’s,” he says, motioning to the one across from the first one and a few feet down. He stops at when he gets to the last door. “And this one’s mine.”

He opens the door to reveal a beautiful, airy bedroom. It’s way more basic than the sort of room you would think an NFL superstar would sleep in, and that’s what I like about it. The bed is covered with a thin white quilt, and there’s a dresser and a couple of nightstands, but that’s it for furniture. The room has a vaulted ceiling with a skylight, and a sliding glass door that opens up right onto the beach. Amazing…

Ryan reaches over to hook a lock of hair behind my ear, and he gives me a sexy, suggestive smile. My heart immediately kicks it up a notch. I reach up to wind my arms around his neck and he slides his around my waist. Within moments our mouths are parted hungrily and we’re exploring the inner caverns of each other’s mouths.

We make our clumsy entrance into the bedroom, looking very much like the beast with two backs, I’m sure. A few feet in, I lose my balance when my wedge heel twists beneath me, but Ryan catches me before I fall.

With our mouths pressed together and our tongues all twisted up together, he places one hand on either side of my waist and lifts me up as if I weighed no more than a toddler. I wrap my legs around his waist. Only the thin fabric of his tee shirt and the slippery wet crotch of my panties separate my pussy from his gorgeous abs.

I can’t help myself. I start grinding my pussy against him in slow, circular motions and it’s not long before I start speeding things up.

Honest to goodness, I am
this
far from coming, simply from grinding up against the man! What is it about him that makes me so ripe? Is it just his extreme sex appeal or is it something intangible? Is it chemistry?

“Oh, Charlotte. Oh, fuck,” Ryan says with a moan.

He carries me over to the foot of the bed and sets me down gently. It pains me to let him go, but I don’t protest when he stands up straight again and gazes down at me with a smile.

But luckily he doesn’t leave me hanging for long. Moments later, he’s kneeling on the bed between my thighs, and his lips are on mine again. I caress the bottom side of his tongue with mine as he fumbles with the zipper of my dress.

Once he’s unzipped me, he pulls away for a moment to slide my shoulder straps down over my arms, revealing me in my bra. He smiles and gives me a quick peck on the lips before reaching behind me to unsnap my bra. He discards the garment by tossing it off the side of the back and leans back to gaze at my boobs with a hunger in his eyes.

“Babe, you have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I mean it,” he murmurs.

Somehow I doubt that’s true, but I don’t want to kill the mood by deflecting his compliment. Instead I smile and lean back on my hands, arching my back to give him an excellent view.

He moans and dives in to catch a nipple between his lips.

Oh my god.

I close my eyes and lean back slowly onto the bed as he twirls his tongue around and around my nipple, driving me freakishly close to an orgasmic state. With his hand, he massages my other boob and oh my god, it’s such an amazing feeling to be felt up by a guy with such big hands!

Guys are always complimenting me on the size of my breasts, and I know they appreciate how they look and everything, but when it comes down to it, a lot of the guys I’ve been with don’t really know what to do with a pair my size.

This is not the case with Ryan. As he drives me wild with desire by licking and sucking my one nipple, he strokes and caresses my entire breast with his big, strong hands.

I lean my head back and moan as he works his way inward, seeking out the nipple. Circling it slowly with the tip of a finger, he then gives it a slight pinch and I cry out with pleasure. I reach down and cradle his head, moving my hands over that gorgeous ink black hair shorn so close to his skull.

He moves on from my nipple, planting a trail of kisses from my breast to my collarbone and up my neck to my lips. With our mouths pressed together I reach down to the hem of his tee shirt and start pulling it up.

I have
got
to feel his naked chest against mine. When I get his shirt up almost to his shoulders, he pulls away for a moment and helps by raising his arms up over his shoulders so I can get rid of that shirt once and for all. I lift it up and over and toss it on the floor.

Holy magnificent musculature, Batman!

I gaze in awe at his pecs, his lats, his…whatever the shoulder muscles are called. His skin is smooth and lightly tanned and I just want to kiss each and every inch of it. But then, after a mercilessly short moment, Ryan lowers himself down so that I can no longer see his awesome chest.

For a split second, I get a twinge of annoyance, but the feeling doesn’t last because now I get to experience the sensation of having my boobs pressed up against his incredibly sexy rock hard body.

I close my eyes and release a moan of ecstasy.

“Charlotte,” he murmurs, giving me a slow, lingering kiss on the lips, and then another. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Oh my god.

I just shake my head, utterly amazed to be here, to be with him. How did I get to be so lucky?

“Ryan, you…” And I’m at a loss for words. Imagine that. I, the writer, can’t think of a single thing to say.

He smiles and runs his fingers along my cheekbone. That, combined with the sensation of his hard cock pressed up against me is the most perfect feeling ever. Even though I know I’ll die if I don’t feel his cock inside me very, very soon, I wouldn’t change the moments leading up to it for the world.

“You take my breath away,” I whisper.

Our gazes lock, and my heart rate kicks up a few notches again, only this time I’m not sure if it’s because of the insane sexual tension and anticipation of pending pleasure or if it’s something deeper, more emotional.

Obviously I’m well on my way to being in love with Ryan. I’m not deluded enough to suspect that he’s heading the same way, but because he’s spent the past few days sharing deep, emotional experiences with me, it’s possible that he feels a strong connection to me, too. Maybe we’ll end up being friends or something.

Although I’m not sure I could handle seeing him with another woman…

But why am I thinking about such things now of all times? I’m determined to fully appreciate tonight for what it is: the single-most exciting, the sexiest and most romantic experience of my entire life.

Ryan reaches down with both hands and starts pulling my dress down over my hips.

Yes!

I arch up to give him a hand. He slides the dress off easily, quickly followed by my panties, and he drops them both on the floor. I immediately get to work on the button of his jeans, and a moment later, I’ve liberated his beautiful cock. The mere sight of it makes my mouth water. I pull his jeans down to his knees, but that’s as much as I can do while he’s hovering over me.

He shifts into a seated position so he can kick off his shoes and socks as well as his jeans and boxer briefs. While he’s doing that, I unbuckle one of my wedge heels and discard it. It hits the whitewashed wood floor with a thunk. But before I can even get started on unbuckling the other one, Ryan turns to face me. He’s completely naked and the sight of him has rendered me motionless. I could stare at him for hours. He’s like a sculpture. He’s a masterpiece.

But again, my gawking is cut short when he leans down to press his body against mine—not that I’m complaining!

I can’t believe this is really happening. We are moments away. My pussy is positively dripping; I’m so ready it’s not even funny. This is going to be off the charts. I hope I don’t come in the first sixty seconds, but I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I did. With the way I’m feeling right now… Pardon my French but…I’m fired up, horny as hell and ready to fuck this rock hard god like a monkey on speed.

Ryan, however, seems to be feeling just the opposite. Ever so gently, he parts my thighs, positions his cock against my pussy and pushes his way in. I close my eyes and moan softly. Oh, this feels so amazing. That enormous cock of his fills me to capacity, stretching my inner walls to their absolute limits.

“Babe, you’re so tight,” he says. “Does it hurt?”

“No, no. Don’t worry about me,” I assure him.

He smiles and leans down to kiss me. As he does, he pulls out and pushes back in with a smooth, gentle motion. He repeats the process and within moments, he’s got a slow, steady rhythm going.

I never could have dreamed that it would be like this. I thought he’d tear into me and we’d both be coming in no time at all, but this is better than I ever imagined. I feel so grateful to Ryan for taking the lead and setting the pace.

I reach up to cup his face. He turns and kisses me on the palm of my hand before meeting my gaze with a smile. I run one hand across his shoulder and down his smooth arms, and with my other hand, I massage the hard muscular planes on his back.

Supporting his weight with only one arm, he reaches down to tease and taunt one of my nipples as he plunges in and out of me. I close my eyes, tilting my hips up to meet him each time he fills me to capacity, loving the sensation of his balls tapping against my ass.

We exchange a soft, sensual smile. His eyes are so beautiful. They’re incredibly dilated right now; only the thinnest ridge of blue is visible to outline the circle of black. He’s so beautiful. So beautiful and so sexy and so…

An unexpected jolt of panic shoots through my body, and suddenly I’m wishing we were fucking like monkeys on speed instead of like this. This seems way too intimate. This seems like making love.

I close my eyes, making every effort to drive these feelings away and concentrate on the pure, physical pleasure. Because that in itself is a rare treat; it’s been way too long. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed sex. I’ve missed intimacy.

As he pushes into me, Ryan reaches down to take my hand and lace his fingers through mine. My hand is dwarfed in his. I am far from being a small, dainty woman, but I feel like one with him and it’s a wonderful, wonderful feeling.

He kisses my hand and gives me the sweetest look ever.

“Let me know if you start to feel any pain, okay?”

I nod.

Ever so gradually, he starts speeding things up. It’s as if the sex has been a calm, tranquil sea up until now with the waves gently lapping against the shore, but there’s a storm in the distance and it’s quickly approaching.

I brace myself, the anticipation racing through my veins.

Ryan’s balls are now slapping against my ass, leaving a sexy little tingle behind after each time. My boobs are quivering like crazy now that Ryan’s thrusts have become faster and more intense. He leans down to lick one nipple and then the other. I laugh and grab his face between both hands to bring him in for a hot, deep kiss.