Playing Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (26 page)

“Oh God, Riley, please, yes.”

I’ve lost any ability I once had to say any words other than these, as I finally feel myself pushed to the very edge. There’s nothing I can do about it — I fall, a cry on my lips, every muscle in my body pulled taut as a bowstring. The force of my orgasm whites out my vision, sending fire shooting down my veins. I know I’m crying out loudly, again and again, as sparks play over my skin, stars dancing in front of my eyes, but I can’t bring myself to stop. Everything feels too good to stay inside my body; I have to cry out or I’ll explode from pleasure. I can hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears — and then Riley groans out my name, long and deep and sexy, before I feel a flood of warmth as he comes inside me, filling me up even further.

I don’t even know how long we lie there — Riley still inside me, my breath heavy in my chest. It’s a while before I can blink without white wisps dancing across my vision. We don’t move.

Eventually, Riley props himself up on his elbow, before he kisses me, slow and lazy, his tongue wet and sloppy in my mouth.

“Fuck, Ava, that was….”

He doesn’t need to finish.

“I know,” I say. “That was… it was
amazing
.”

Riley shifts, pulling out, and I immediately miss him inside me. I feel empty without him — though still incredibly satisfied. 

“Did it live up to your fantasies?” he asks, and I can hear the slight laugh in his voice.

I don’t mind, though. I can tell he’s not laughing
at
me, just for once.

“Almost,” I tell him. “You know, as I said, the guys in
Fanny Hill
had
big
cocks….”

Riley laughs in earnest now, throwing his head back. “I swear, that mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one of these days.”

I turn to him, grinning. “I hope so.”

He kisses me again, long and slow. I lift my hand, wrapping it around his head.

I don’t want this to end. I
never
want it to end.

And that’s the problem.

It has to.

I sit up suddenly.

“Maybe we should go,” I say, not wanting to meet Riley’s eyes. I don’t know what to say to him, suddenly.

I think perhaps he’s had the same thought as I have, because he won’t meet my eyes either. It’s like he can read my mind — or maybe we both just know how untenable this situation is.

He’s just taken my virginity — I offered it to him. A moment ago, I’d never felt closer to another human being than I had to Riley, but already the real world is intruding once more, reminding us of how little time we have left.

I can’t let this be the last time we have this.

Just once more…
I think desperately.

But even as I think it, I know it won’t be enough. When it comes to Riley, it’ll never be enough.

He’s pulling up his jeans, eyes averted.

“Riley —” I start to say, even though I don’t know what there is
to
say.

He shakes his head for me to be quiet, then he steps forward and kisses me.

I melt against him. I let myself forget all my worries. For the moment, there’s just us.

“Worry about it when it happens,” he whispers to me when he pulls back. “But not before then."

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

RILEY

We’re going back to her place.

We don’t even need to discuss it — we can see it in each other’s eyes as we get dressed together on the floor of the library.

I always knew one taste of her would never be enough, and I’m always right when it comes to these things. My dick always knows what it wants. And it usually gets it.

Plus, there’s the fact that we just don’t know how much longer we’ll have together. I told her not to think about it, but it’s hard to keep it out of my head. I give her one last, long kiss as we leave the library to wipe the thought from my mind, before she’s leading me back through her father’s fucking ridiculous house, pulling me after her.

She doesn’t call for a car — we leave by a side entrance and we hail a cab when we get out onto the street. Maybe she’s nervous about Murray seeing us, or the driver realizing something’s up when he sees our messy clothing. It’d be pretty hard to miss what we’ve been doing — Ava, at least, looks exactly like a girl who’s just been fucked, and fucked
good.
Her eyes are bright, cheeks flushed, hair messed, lips swollen.

She’s never looked hotter.

I can’t keep my hands off her on the drive back to her apartment — I kiss her neck and slide my fingers up her thigh as the huge mansions of her neighborhood speed by us. And just for once, she doesn’t try to wriggle away or act like she’s not into it. She kisses me back just as hard, one hand on my shoulder, the other running over my pecs, down my abs, and then teasing gently just above the waistband of my sweats.

God, she drives me nuts.

If it weren’t for the driver playing Peeping Tom in the rearview mirror, I’d have her again right here on the back seat of the taxi.

She throws some money at the driver — even though I think he’s been more than well paid by the show we put on — when we pull up outside her apartment, and then she drags me inside. She fumbles with the key code, making a frustrated noise as her shaking fingers get it wrong for the second time.

“Come on,” I whisper in her ear as she tries again, and I feel her shudder against me.

“I’m
trying
, all right?” she mutters. “And you’re not helping. Get your hand off my ass.”

She may as well have told me to fly to the moon in a rocket powered by my own farts; I’m about as capable of that as I am of taking my hands off her body.

My cock is straining at the front of my sweats, desperate and achingly hard for her.

She
finally
manages to punch in the key code correctly, and then she’s dragging me through the front door, ramming her key into her apartment lock, and kicking open the door.

“Darc —” she starts to call out, before I silence her by pressing my lips to hers.

“Who gives a fuck,” I growl when I pull back. “She won’t tell.”

And to be honest, I don’t care at this moment if Darcey tells every newspaper in the country.

Ava nods, before leading me up to her room.

The second the door closes behind us we’re tearing at each other’s clothing, kissing and touching skin as it’s revealed. I can’t take my hands off her. She’s like a drug: don’t do her even once. But it’s too late for me — I’m already addicted.

When my hand slides between her legs she’s still soaking wet — whether that’s from the time in the library or she’s ready to go all over again, I don’t know. She groans, pushing herself against my fingers, trying to slide herself down over them, and I slowly trace over her clit with my thumb, watching her shudder.

“Are you sure?” I whisper to her as she bites down on her lip. “I mean, you just — uh, I mean, that was — I did just —”

She opens her eyes, smirking a little. “You mean, you just popped my cherry?” Her expression is wicked.

I blanch a little. “I wouldn’t have put it like that,” I say.

“Then how
would
you put it?” she asks me, her hands on my hips, guiding me toward the bed. “You deflowered me? Compromised my honor? Ruined me for any other man?”

“I like the sound of that last one.” And I do. I don’t ever want her thinking of any other man ever again. I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m ruined for any other woman, now. I haven’t thought of anyone other than her in weeks.

Ava laughs. “Come on.”

“You’re not sore?”

She gives me a
look
. “Is your ego that huge?”

“Yeah,” I say. “But so’s my dick. You don’t wanna slow down a little?”

Ava just leans in and kisses me again. “I’ll tell you if I need to. Now come on. Are you seriously going to make me wait? I want you to fuck me.”

There’s nothing else I can do but take her at her word. “God, say that again,” I groan as I bury my face in her neck, my teeth gently grazing her skin.

“Fuck me,” she gasps, and I can feel her throat vibrating as she speaks. “Just… please.
Fuck me.
”

We tumble back onto the bed together, legs tangled, lips mashed together. Her arms are around my neck, pulling me against her. I can feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest.

My cock slides against her thigh, and I reach down, guiding it between her legs. I rub the head against her pussy, gently teasing her.

“Oh fuck, Riley,” she groans. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

She arches her back, pressing herself against me, and I slip a bare inch inside her. I can’t hold back my groan as I slide in — she’s so fucking
tight
, holding me like a glove, pulling me inside the warmth of her body.

I’m still half-afraid I’m going to hurt her — despite what she says, I know even experienced girls who’ve asked me to slow down at times — but God, I just can’t hold back once I’ve started. I move into her slowly, savoring it, feeling her close around me like a vise.

“Jesus,
Jesus
,” I whisper as I guide myself in. She feels like nothing I’ve ever known before — nothing and no one has ever felt this good. She lifts her legs and wraps them around my hips when I’m all in, buried to the hilt, resting inside her.

She gasps out my name as she squeezes me with her thighs, her fingers playing over the nape of my neck.

“Does it feel good?” I ask her, my voice trembling.

“
So
good,” she pants.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“
Please.
”

There’s a rising note of desperation in her voice that sends a shock of lust straight though my cock, and I feel myself pulse inside her. Ava moans, wriggling a little, and I can’t hold back for a second longer.

I don’t think I’m going to hurt her now — she’s warm and slick around me, her legs trembling as they cling to my hips. I’m more worried
she’s
going to hurt
me
.

She’s so tight around me that I have to take it slow at first. My dick is being squeezed to within an inch of its life as I make my first shallow thrusts, making her gasp, her fingernails digging into my skin.

“Oh God, yes,” she breathes, her eyes falling half shut. She looks up at me as I move above her, lust written over every feature. Her lips are swollen and half-open, her eyes sultry and hooded. God, she looks so good. I feel like I’m going to burst — she’s too sexy for me to handle. 

When I can’t stand the sight of her anymore I close my eyes and lower my head, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth as I fuck her harder, the movement of my hips getting stronger with every thrust.

I’m buried balls deep inside her with every move now, and she’s still clutching at me, desperate for me.

And I can’t get enough of her, either. I can’t get enough of the way she moans my name every time I sink into her, the way her hands move over my back as if she’s scrabbling for some way to pull me deeper inside her. She’s so wet and so tight that she’s making me lose my mind.

Ava is moaning and whimpering with every thrust. I can feel her squeezing around me, making my cock throb, so hard it’s ready to burst. I drive her to the edge, filling my hands with her curvy little ass and pulling her up to me.

“Oh God, Riley. That feels…
you
feel….”

“How does it feel?” I growl out. I want her to tell me. I want to wipe away any sense of hesitation she might have — I want her to tell me exactly how much she loves feeling me inside her, filling her up.

“It feels… it feels so good,” she gasps. “I’m so close, please don’t st —”

I push my hips forward, and cut her off mid-sentence as she cries out, her eyes falling shut, her fingers digging into the muscle of my back.

I can feel my balls clench, wanting to spill into her and fill her up even further with come. I’m about to burst, but I force myself to slow down.

“Tell me that you love it,” I say. “Tell me you love me fucking you.”

Ava opens her eyes a crack, her dark lashes sweeping up to reveal her blue irises.

“I love it,” she whispers. Her voice is slurred, like she’s barely managing to get the words out. “I
love
feeling you inside me.”

“Do you love it when I fuck you?” I gasp, speeding up my movements again. I’m so close, but I know I can hold out until she says it.

“I love it when you fuck me,” she repeats, her voice rising to a helpless wail on the last two words — as if she’s both telling me and begging me at the same time. It’s so hot I feel my head growing fuzzy. I’m totally taken over by the sensation of her around me, her muscles clenching around my cock, pulling me deeper and deeper inside her.

She cries out suddenly, throwing her head back and screaming her orgasm to the ceiling as her pussy clamps down on me, so tight and hot that I think I’m going to lose my mind.

I pump my hips, groaning as my own climax is loosed throughout my body, whiting out my vision and uncoiling up my spine. My balls empty themselves deep inside her, filling her up. I thrust forward twice more, my dick getting the milking of its life, as my heartbeat thunders in my ears. I collapse forward over her body, utterly drained, sweat covering my skin. My heartbeat slowly descends, until the only sound is our breath.

Moving back, I look down at her, wiping some sweat-slicked hair from her forehead before leaning down to kiss her.

She kisses me back hungrily, tongue hot and demanding in my mouth.

God, this girl is
insatiable.

I pull out slowly, and she groans.

“I’m making a mess of your sheets,” I tell her after a second. I dip my fingers down between her legs, feeling where my come is dripping out of her.

Ava closes her eyes, a delicate shudder passing through her.

“I don’t care.”

I look down at where my come is visible on her thighs, along with her own wetness. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my whole life.

I pull her against me, kissing her deeply.

“God, you’re so hot,” I tell her. And she is. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of looking at her as she is right now — sweaty, hair all messy, cheeks flushed and lips red and swollen. She’s worth every second I waited for her.

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she says, reaching up to run a hand through my hair. “Should we take a shower?”

“Probably not a bad idea — though I can’t promise I won’t be peeping at you while you’re in there.”

She laughs — a big, open laugh. She’s only just started laughing like that. I can’t imagine the uptight girl I met all those weeks ago throwing her head back like this, opening her mouth and laughing so loudly.

“No need — you’ll be in there with me,” she says.

“Huh, I thought you wanted to get clean,” I tell her. “Not even more messy.”

Ava shuffles off the side of the bed, standing and treating me to a full view of her cute little ass as she walks across the room to her ensuite.

“Did I ever tell you how I had this fantasy of being fucked in the shower?” she says, throwing a wicked smile over her shoulder as she disappears into the bathroom.

I grin. I don’t need to be told twice.