Sidelined: A Sports Romance (3 page)

S
he tasted
like something from a tropical paradise. The sweet lime on her lips was like nectar. I inhaled her, drinking her in. I almost lost control in that side alley when I heard her make that sexy little purring noise.

I tugged her hand in mine and walked quickly to the hotel. If tonight was going to happen, I wanted it to happen now. No more kisses in dark alleys. No more trying to grope her under her clothes. This wasn’t high school. I wanted to see the look on her face when I buried myself inside her.

My cock ached and my chest beat wildly. I’d never wanted a woman like this before.

“This is it.” I looked up at the hotel. The Wranglers always stayed at the same place when we were in Austin.

“Your company has good taste.” She approved.

I almost let something slip about the team, but I kept it in. She didn’t seem to know who I was and I liked it that way.

I held the door for her, expecting her to back out and turn around and tell me no, but she charged ahead. She seemed as determined as I was to make this happen.

I tapped the button at the elevator and waited for the doors to slide open.

I couldn’t get Natalia to my room fast enough. My hands tangled in her hair as I shoved her against the elevator wall. She groaned as I roamed down her back, gripping her ass. Fuck, she had an incredible body.

Her ankle slid up the back of my leg until it was hooked around my waist. I pressed between her legs so she knew just how fucking hard she made me. I was quickly losing control. All I had to do was spin her toward the wall and pull the stop button on the elevator. I could take her here and give in to every impulse pumping through my body. She toyed with my lips and I realized I wanted to savor her body for longer than just a quick fuck in an elevator.

The doors glided open and I pulled her with me. I reached into my pocket for the key, but my need for her took over. I shoved her against the door and breathed against her mouth, tugging on her lips. It took three tries with the key card before we were finally in my room.

The door slammed behind me and I picked her up. Her legs instantly wrapped around my waist and I growled into her ear. “God, this is going to be fucking amazing.”

She nodded as I descended on her lips.

This was it. The last time before the season started. I’d make it worth waiting an entire six months to fuck another woman. I’d give her everything I had. And she wasn’t just any woman. She wasn’t a groupie trying to land in bed with a famous AFA player. She wasn’t one of the Fillies on the dance team luring me into a season romance. This was a stunning, exotic woman. It was as if I had been given a season opener gift.

I spun, pressing her back to the wall. She clung to my neck, kissing me urgently. I wanted to explore every inch of her. Feel every curve of her body. Kiss her skin, and lick her tits. I wanted her to come in my mouth and on my dick. Fuck, I wanted everything from her. I wanted to hear dirty French words on her lush lips when I took her to fucking ecstasy.

I carried her to the bed, tossing the manuals on the floor. They landed with a loud thud, but they seemed secondary compared to what was in my arms. I’d already memorized them. Now it was time to memorize her.

She drew me closer to her face, sucking on my bottom lip until I thought I would explode. I was fucking hard as a rock. I pressed my erection between her legs so she could feel it. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me. And what she had to look forward to.

I grinned wickedly, tugging on the hem of her tank top. It was some kind of intricate shirt that crossed in the back and made her shoulders look sexy as hell. She worked out. That I could tell. But she was lean and graceful. Beautiful in all her movements. I hadn’t bothered to ask her what she did. That was part of the deal. Right now, I didn’t give a shit.

She sat forward while I worked the purple shirt over her head. I didn’t expect it to expose her breasts in one motion. I stared and then instinct kicked in. I pulled one nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking until it was hard like a little pebble.

Arching forward, she moaned. “Oh, God.”

I began my attention on the other side, biting at her nipple before I sucked it between my teeth. Her fingers clasped at my shoulders. “Shit, that’s intense.”

“I’m only getting started, darlin’.” My hand slid along the contour of her stomach, sliding under the waistband of her stretchy pants.

“Fuck, you’re wet.” I dove between her folds, moving my fingers back and forth quickly. I heard her start to pant and lifted my head to watch her. I slowed my movements, taking time to flick her clit then speed up again.

And then her hips began to rock, slow and steady. It was fucking sexy. Her head swayed back as I fucked her with my fingers, pushing one finger inside her before curling another deep inside.

“Ohh,” she whimpered, clenching around me.

She was unbelievable. I’d never seen anything like her in my life. I slid my fingers between her folds again and withdrew them.

Her eyes flew open.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll make you come more times tonight than you have in your life.”

“Promise?” Her voice was breathy. I knew I had cut her off when she was on the edge, but I was the one setting all the plays.

I tugged on her pants until they were over her hips and off her ankles. I took in her long legs, admiring how toned the lines of her body were.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” I looked at the slice of paradise between her legs. She was waxed in a perfect V shape. Everything was smooth and silky. Her skin glowed and I couldn’t decide where to start.

She watched me as I settled between her knees. I pried her legs apart so I could have a full view of what was about to become mine. Her nub was swollen with want. She was wet and I had her on the brink of the best orgasm of her life. I traced a circle over her entrance, and she quickly tried to suck my fingers inside.

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

Her head rolled from side to side. “I want to come. That’s what I want.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have a taste. My tongue started low at the base of her entrance then licked until I was flicking over her swollen clit.

She bucked under me, but I heard the groans in her throat. She fucking loved it.

When I touched her it was like I was living out some kind of fantasy. Her skin reacted to me. Her clit responded. Her mouth. Her tits. She was made for me. I lapped against her, knowing she was going off the cliff. Her body shook under me. Her hands gripped the top of my head, pressing my face against her center.

“Yes, yes, fucking yes,” she screamed.

I kissed her thighs, feeling the vibrations travel through her legs. I licked my lips as I shed my jeans. I loved how she tasted. How she kissed. How she came. And I was going to love fucking her.

M
y body was still shivering
from the mind-blowing orgasm Sam gave me. All I could think about was how I wanted more. I wanted his cock. I wanted more of his tongue. I wanted his hands all over me. I heard his jeans hit the floor and I sat up to rip the shirt from his chest.

I had imagined what he would look like without a shirt. I had seen the edges of a tattoo peeking from under the sleeve and now I’d finally see all of it.

The shirt slid off his smooth shoulders as my hands explored the ridges of his muscles. He was built like a solid block of marble. There was muscle defined by more muscle. I walked my fingers over the ink that raced up his arm. It was a dragon that looked as if its talons had hooked onto his bicep. It was sexy and beautiful at the same time.

My fingertips couldn’t get enough, but my core was aching for something much stronger than the power in his chest and arms.

He grinned at me. “Feeling good?”

I nodded. “Amazing.”

Had I ever let a man lick and suck my clit like that? Had I ever spread my legs without embarrassment? I couldn’t think of a time when it felt so right to have a man between my legs. Not until tonight.

Maybe it was because he was a stranger and we had an agreement. There were no expectations. No strings. Just pure physical lust and passion. And God, did he have a lot of it. He was cocky, but I didn’t care. He knew what he was doing. And that made him sexy.

“Do you know how sweet you taste?” he growled at the base of my throat.

“No,” I answered.

His mouth landed on mine, shoving his tongue between my lips. I could taste myself there. He pressed harder, sucking over my mouth. I clawed at his back, feeling the want fire through me.

“That’s what you taste like.” He grinned. “Like pure heaven.”

I licked my lips. I didn’t know it could be sexy to enjoy my own taste, but with it dripping off Sam, it was. I was turned on. I felt the heat of my wetness between my legs. I was beginning to ache again.

“And what do you taste like?” I taunted.

His eyes lit up. “God, I want to fuck your mouth. I want you to tell me how I taste.”

I wanted his skin sliding over my tongue. I wanted that bead of dew. I wanted the salty sweetness of his cock. He straddled me, planting his knees on the mattress next to my shoulders. I licked my lips, preparing for it. His shaft was wide and thick. It would take a few tries, but I’d give him the best blowjob he’d ever had.

I carefully wrapped my hands around his erection, guiding him toward my mouth. I licked with strong pressure, sucking in the first drop of dew off his head. He groaned and kicked his hips forward. My tongue swirled over the top, taking him in gradually.

He looked down at me and I saw the utter hunger in his eyes. My mouth opened and he slid inside me.

“Fuck,” he growled.

And I felt the glory of taking his big dick so deep in my throat. I felt the confidence surging through my limbs as he started rocking into me. I massaged his balls and tugged lightly while he passed through my lips. Nothing felt as powerful as this. He was loving every second of it. His eyes closed for a second and the back of my nails dug into his lower back. With a sudden jerk, he hit the back of my throat and I moaned. I felt his body tense and he quickly pulled out.

“Shit,” he whispered. He took a deep breath. “I want to fuck you deeper.”

And I could imagine it. Picture it as he plunged inside me. How he would fill me with his masterful cock. I was shaking, I wanted it so badly.

“Do it. Fuck me,” I demanded.

I swear I had never spoken those words before. But he had unleashed something primal in me. I could be completely wild and free with him. His touch did it to me. Or maybe it was his tongue. Or maybe it was the thought of how his cock would feel pushing inside me.

His hands slid under my back and rotated me toward the head of the bed. I looked around, feeling slightly disoriented. He grabbed the stack of pillows next to my head and shoved them under my hips. I felt them tilt in the air. I was completely exposed like this. He had control of me. All of me.

“You want it deep, don’t you?” he asked.

“God, yes,” I panted.

I eyed him as I pointed my toes and laid one calf on his right shoulder and then the other on his left shoulder. He kissed my knee, dragging his teeth over my skin.

“Your legs are fucking insane. I’ve never seen anyone as hot as you, Natalia.”

I smiled. I wasn’t about to tell him he was getting ready to sleep with a Warrior Goddess. These legs were how I got the job. That, and twenty years of ballet.

He rubbed his cock between my folds, coating the head of his erection with my juices. I tipped toward him, wanting to pull him inside. Needing him to fill me with everything he had.

“You feel too good,” he groaned. He ran the tip over my clit and I whimpered. I was aching. He was hard like a rod of steel and I wanted to feel the friction of our bodies rubbing together, sliding along each other. Making each other wet and hot with every touch.

He leaned sideways and I heard him rip the edge off a foil packet. I watched as he rolled it on his pulsing cock. He rubbed his erection between my legs, parting my slit.

“Sam,” I whispered. I didn’t know what more to say. What would make the pain stop. A pain that had me burning from the inside out.

He settled at my entrance and I gasped at how intense it was just feeling how I stretched around him. His fingers flicked and rubbed over my clit.

“Say something to me in French,” he whispered. “Something dirty.” His eyes glazed with hunger for me.

“J’ai envie de toi.” I could barely talk. “Baise-moi.”

He continued to massage his shaft through my slickness. “Tell me what you said.” He was breathing hard.

I pressed my palms backward into the tufted headboard, praying he’d sink inside me. “I said I want you. Fuck me.”

He closed his eyes and let the words wash over him. I’d say it a hundred more times if it turned him on.

“Baise-moi,” I repeated. “Baise-moi.”

The frenzy built until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was done playing. I grabbed his ass, drawing him to my center, and then he sank inside me with a solid burst of heat as our bodies fused.

Holy shit. Nothing had felt as intense as this. With my hips in the air, he could push deeper than I’d ever experienced.

As soon as he was inside, he lost control. He began pumping and riding me, sending me into oblivion. My legs bounced in the air as he gripped my hips, dipping in and out of me with solid strokes of pleasure.

Our bodies aligned like the perfect dance. His muscles moving and bending where mine shifted to accommodate him. His shoulders rippled with strength as the grace of my legs wrapped around him.

I’d never felt like I was dancing before when I was having sex, but that was exactly what it felt like. As if Sam was lifting me in the air and twirling me around, giving me the high of a lifetime. My body was whole. It was alive with desire and passion. I was spiraling, tumbling through ecstasy.

I stretched around his wide cock, desperately trying to hold him close to me. He rubbed my tits with his thumbs and I started to feel the coil in my belly unloosen. I couldn’t stop it from happening.

“I’m going to come. Oh, God.”

He pinched and toyed. “Do it, baby. Ride it out with me.”

I bit into my lip as he took another deep thrust. I cried out as the pleasure ripped through me, starting with my clit, then circling my body with bursts of rapture.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he unleashed himself inside me.

The sweat rolled down his chest and I panted as my second orgasm picked up where the other one left off.

I clutched his firm ass, digging my nails into his skin. “Don’t stop,” I begged.

I didn’t want the dance to end. I didn’t want the pleasure to be over. I wanted to stay in the air while he carried me through the high.

He grinned. “As hard as I am, I won’t.” He plunged into me again, then kicked my legs off his shoulders, pressing a kiss on my mouth with blistering heat.

I held on to him, clinging to his damp, warm body as the waves pulsed through me. One after another. I vibrated and shook in his arms.

He yanked the pillows out from my hips, lowering me to the mattress with a wide smile. I knew he had a plan.

He rolled on his back, pulling me on top. I grinned, knowing I could move with him like this. My breasts perked and I started to ride him with wild abandon. I felt the power of my body. The skill in my movements as he closed his eyes.

I had him. He was going to come. I rose up, bringing the tip of his cock to my entrance, then sank on him swiftly.

That was when his arms wrapped around me and he pulled me to his mouth, biting and sucking at my lips. I melted in his arms, feeling another orgasm surge in my limbs as he pumped in and out of me. I’d meant to drive him crazy. Blind him with passion, but our bodies together were like a combustible substance, and I lost the power I had over him. I lost it in his arms. I lost it in his lips as he fucked me with the gentle thrusts of my most beautiful dance.

He kissed the V of my throat. “I—”

“What is it?” I searched his eyes. I hoped he had the words that explained what was happening between us. I was looking for the words too, but I couldn’t comprehend what our bodies had done. What they were doing. I tried to catch my breath, but I was tingling all the way to my toes.

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “It’s nothing. Just that I can’t wait to fuck you while you come again. How did you say it in French?”

I kissed him. “Baise-moi.”

He chuckled. “Baise-moi?”

I nodded. “Oui.” My body felt warm pressed against him, the sweat of sex slick between us. I was somehow satisfied and restless at the same time.

“Then baise-moi, darlin’.”

I didn’t question him. But I didn’t believe what he had said either. He was about to say something important. I could sense it. I could see it in his eyes. And if he felt half of what I did when he was inside me, we had both fucked up. We had made the mistake of thinking we could leave the hotel as strangers, just as we had found each other in the bar. But this man didn’t feel like someone I didn’t know. Sam felt like part of my soul. Part of the air I breathed.

I looked into his eyes, wondering if he felt the same thing.