Walk Off (Double Play Series Book 5)

by Nicole Rodrigues

  “What was that, Hulk? Something about bein’ a mastermind at somethin’?” I sass.

  He flicks the strap open, snapping it against my leg and I jump.

  “You wore these for me, Blondie?” he rasps.

  “Don't be ridiculous, I had no idea you would-”

  He cuts off my lie with a kiss and lifts me effortlessly onto my desk, sitting me down as he flicks the other strap open, snapping it against my hot skin.

  “Are we breaking your rule?” he asks against the skin of my neck.

  “I'm not fuckin’ you on my desk but you ain't leavin’ till I come. By your hands or mine. Choose. Now.”

  He smiles and steps back, letting go of me, panting and crazed on my own desk.

  “Prove it,” he smirks.

  I scoff and run my hand down my thigh, inching my skirt up over to waist giving him an eyeful of my dark purple lace panties. I brace my heels on the arms of my desk chair and his gaze drops to my center.

  “You think I won’t?” I question raising an eyebrow. “I'll finger myself into oblivion while you watch, Hulk, I ain't embarrassed.“

  I move my panties to the side, slowly rubbing my fingers through my folds, coating them and closing my eyes, dropping my head back.

  “God, that's good, I’m so wet,” I moan softly.

  I hear Nico growl and open my eyes to a sight that nearly knocks me off my desk. My Hulk jerking himself off, his eyes on my fingers playing with my clit and I moan even louder, fully aware I’m now dripping onto my desk. Holy shit. I swear I'm gonna come.

  “Fuck those fingers, Blondie. I know you're pretending they're mine,” he smirks pumping his fist faster.

  “Fist it tighter, baby. It's been so long. Get that cock ready for this pussy.”

  He walks forward bracing his hand on the desk next to my hip as he continues to pump, so close to me I could reach out and touch him, touch that gorgeous cock, wrap my fist around it, lick it, push it inside me and feel the bliss of being full.

  Instead, I move my fingers faster, rubbing my clit like I'm trying to start a damn fire. Too late. This fire has started, and no amount of sand or ashes will put it out.

  “Come for me, Blondie,” Nico groans.

  “You...first,” I rasp my breathing heavy and rapid.

  “Fuckin’ do what you’re told, Lacey. You first, always.”

  His eyes are squeezed shut, a drip of sweat forming on his forehead and when he grabs my thigh with his other hand I explode, dropping my head to his shoulder and biting it, the moan of my orgasm bouncing off his muscular shoulder.

  He takes his hand off my thigh and covers the head of his length as he comes all over his hand with a low, raspy moan.

  I watch his forearm flex with the movement and lean back on my hands, sighing.

  “Look at that, we stuck to the rules,” he smirks reaching for tissues on the corner of my desk.

  “How the hell do you figure that?” I laugh hopping off my desk to put myself together.

  “We didn't fuck on your desk.”

  His smile is wide and devilish, and I smile myself, the same gleam in my eye. God, this man is going to be my downfall, but oh what a way to go.

  ---

  I’m not fighting this anymore. It's Friday and I'm ready to fuck Nico. His daily lunch visits, bringing me all my favorite foods, getting me all worked up and then leaving was torture. He's making me reconsider my no sex in the office rules. God knows my Aunt Charlie and Uncle Gabe do it all the time. Same probably for my mama and daddy.

  My reputation is super important to me though. I've worked so hard over the years, I don't need rumors of me fucking clients spreading like wildfire.

  I'm going nuts, seriously crazy as I pace around the apartment. This whole apartment building is going to be up in flames the second he steps through the door and touches me. I've never wanted a man so badly in my entire life. I'm usually the one that remains unaffected, not the other way around. This is so dangerous, too close to feelings I've had years ago, a time in my life I try and forget ever happened.

  One night, Lacey. Let him give you one night to do whatever the hell you want with him then let it go. He'll go back to Miami and you'll go back to work, bedding men that probably will never come close to making you explode like he does, but that's okay. They can't touch my heart. You told Bella not to analyze it, don't be a hypocrite.

  The hard knock on my door breaks me out of my thoughts and I take a deep breath as I walk to the door.

  “Happy Valentine's Day, Blondie,” Nico says smiling as he walks through the entryway, holding a pink gift bag.

  “Nico, why the hell did you get me a gift? This is not what I had in mind when you-”

  “Stop talking and look at it,” he says putting a finger to my lips.

  I swat his hand away and furrow my brows at him.

  “Don't shush me like that,” I sass.

  “Anyone ever tell you that you're kind of a sarcastic, little prick?” he says deadpanning.

  “What...you're an asshole,” I say crossing my hands over my chest.

  “Open the gift, Blondie, and the words you're going to be searching for are thank you. Say it with me. Thank. You. Nico,” he says exaggerating the words.

  I slap his chest and take the bouquet out of it's gift bag, except it's not a bouquet of flowers.

  “Are these...this…”

  “Did you see that? A pig right there! It's flying!” Nico says pointing to the window.

  I cross my arms over my chest and growl at him.

  “The queen of sarcastic comebacks is speechless. What a sight. Yes, Blondie, those are sex toys. I figured you weren't the teddy bear and flowers type. Pick your poison and meet me in your bedroom.”

  He slowly pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on my kitchen floor. I watch, dumbfounded at what is happening. I close my eyes trying to get my composure back.

  He's good. He's really fucking good, but I'm better.

  I open my eyes and he's gone, his jeans on the floor in the hall and I search around the basket and find handcuffs. I smirk and take them with me as I walk down the hall seeing his socks and boxers on the floor of my bedroom doorway.

  “How did you know which one was my-” I turn into the room and nearly faint at the sight before me, my words flying from my brain.

  Nico is laying back on my bed, his big arms crossed behind his head and his cock, his long, thick, monster of a cock is standing upright waiting for me to pounce.

  “My fuckin’ God,” I whisper gulping down my moan.

  “Mmm handcuffs, good choice, Blondie. Those for you or me?” he smirks bringing his hand down to fist his erection.

  I watch the movement, his large hand stroking up and down, base to tip as he growls, cupping his balls with the other hand. Holy shit! What the hell did I do in another life to get this intoxicating sight before me? All mine. This man is all mine tonight.

  I quickly pull my t-shirt and shorts off my body, thanking God I nixed the bra and panties. Taking them off would have prolonged my descent on this man, even just a second longer I would have spontaneously combusted from desire.

  Nico smirks putting his hands above his head to the bars of my headboard and I scramble onto the bed, straddling his chest as I cuff him quickly to the bars, wetting his body with my desire.

  “God, you're sexy all crazy like this. I've wanted you riding me since the moment I saw you, Lacey Turner. You're so fucking beautiful,” he says through gritted teeth.

  I shake my head and laugh.

  “Say whatever else you think I wanna hear, Hulk, because you have another three seconds before I'm riding your face and shutting that damn mouth up,” I smirk moving my body higher to his mouth, my slick center inches from heaven.

  “Bring it, Blondie. Make sure you scream my fucking name when you come,” he says smiling, a devilish smile as I straddle his face.

  My hands go up to the top of my headboard and I grip the bars tight as his warm tongue brushe
s against my clit.

  Oh my God, it's been too long. I drop my head down, reveling in the first tingle down my legs, the first jolt of desire flooding my body.

  A soft moan escapes from my lips and Nico lifts his head higher, pushing his mouth against me, slurping at my juices and the sound makes me grit my teeth.

  “Yess,” I moan loudly.

  I plant my knees harder into the mattress and start to move, rocking my body back and forth against his torturous mouth.

  I move a hand down behind his head and pull him up closer to my pussy, running my hand through his hair as he hungrily eats me.

  “Look at me,” he growls against my sensitive skin. “Let me see that face when I bring you to the brink, Blondie.”

  “You're...so...arrogant,” I say through gritted teeth.

  He laughs against my clit and the vibrations drop my head to look at him. I clench my thighs tighter around his neck and rock harder, teetering on the edge of my release.

  “Oh fuckk,” I cry out.

  Nico growls, pulling on his restraints and lifts his head as high as he can go, slipping his tongue inside me, his front teeth grazing my clit and ecstasy bursts through me, my legs cramping, my knuckles turning white on the bar above me, fisting his hair in my other hand.

  “Holy shitttttt,” I moan shaking above him.

  “Undo these before I break your fuckin’ headboard,” Nico rasps.

  I quickly nod my head, panting above him as I reach for his hands, clumsily unlatching the cuffs and he flips me to my back in seconds, his big hands pinning mine to the bed.

  His eyes are dark, as he smiles, a wicked smile and then licks his lips. I whimper underneath him and my pussy clenches around nothing.

  “You enjoy the ride, Blondie?”

  “Did you?” I smile back.

  I lift my head, licking his lips and lay back down.

  “Mmm, my pussy never tasted as good as it does on your lips, Hulk.”

  He groans, shutting his eyes and I do a happy dance. It's good to know I can bring him to his knees as easily as he can bring me to mine. You've met your goddamn match, Lacey Lee.

  “Don't move a muscle, don't even blink,” he commands as he releases my hands and gets off the bed.

  “I told you I don't like bein’ told what to do,” I say sitting up on my butt as I watch him walk to the hall.

  I zero in on his back, muscles upon muscles ripple as he walks and his ass is huge. Two round luscious cheeks that I want to grab and caress as he plows into me. An ass that I want to grab as he shoves himself down my throat.

  “Jesus Christ,” I whisper.

  I feel myself dripping all over my sheets as he strides back in, pulling a condom down his shaft.

  His eyebrows arch as he looks up at me and shakes his head, tsking.

  “Blondie, Blondie, Blondie. You ever been spanked?”

  “You're not gonna spank me,” I Iaugh, crossing my arms over my chest.

  Nico takes two long steps and he lifts me off the bed easily putting me across his thick thighs as he sits.

  “I'm not?” he asks running his hand down my bare ass.

  “Nico, don't you-”

  Smack!

  I gasp as I feel a sharp lash on my ass cheek and then his hand is rubbing the heated spot. I try to scramble to my knees but his hand on my back keeps me in place.

  “You son of a-”

  Smack!

  I gasp again but it quickly turns into a moan as he massages that cheek, my hands fisting in the sheets.

  “Get off that high horse, Blondie. You like when I spank you and you want me to do it again.”

  Dammit! He's right. I'm shaking my head, but my breathing has picked up and my body is begging for more.

  “Tell me, Lacey. Tell me to stop,” he rasps massaging my cheeks with his rough hands.

  “Don't,” I admit. “Don't stop.”

  “Good girl.”

  He quickly pushes me to the bed on my hands and knees and plunges inside me in one quick motion and I choke on my moan.

  “Holyyyy fuckkkk,” I groan through gritted teeth.

  “Oh Blondie, you feel so good. So damn good,” Nico moans.

  His length presses against my spot, that spot that makes me crazy, makes me push my body back into him, taking him deeper. The sound of our bodies violently connecting is so damn hot. I reach behind me and grab his hand that is digging into my hip.

  His large hand circles around my wrist and he grabs the other one as he pushes my face to the bed, pulling my arms tight behind my back. He plows into me with no remorse as I rapidly constrict around him, screaming his name. He smacks my ass hard then grips it, his other hand tightening on my wrists as he roars and explodes inside me.

  “Nico yessss…”

  “Uhhhh Lacey, my God.”

  Nico pumps a little faster, releasing whatever he has left and collapses on the bed next to me. I try and catch my breath and roll to my side to look at him. He's lying there, his hand on his heaving chest, sweat dripping from his forehead, a small smirk forming on his lips.

  “I hope you weren't planning on sleeping tonight, Blondie.”

  He rolls towards me running a hand down my shoulder, down my ribs to my hip.

  “I hope you weren't plannin’ on stayin’ over, Hulk. I don't do that,” I say reaching down between us and grabbing his length.

  “Kicking me out already? I brought ingredients to make my famous omelets. Not very hospitable of you,” he laughs rolling on top of me.

  “Well that was very forward of you. What makes you think I wanted you to cook me breakfast?”

  “I figured you'd be famished when I was done with you. Let me cook it now, then I'll head out.”

  He rolls off of me and I watch as he stands and walks towards the hallway grabbing his jeans off the floor and pulling them up.

  I shake my head and laugh, pulling the sheet from the bed and wrapping it around my naked body following him to the kitchen.

  He reaches into a bag from the kitchen table that I didn't even realize he brought in with him. His eyes roam to me and he smiles, reaching down and grabbing his t-shirt off the floor. He throws it at me and I catch it, dropping the sheet from my body.

  “Slick,” I laugh.

  “You're gonna help me. You need both hands. Put that on and come in here, assistant.”

  “Assistant, huh? I’m my own boss you know, I don't work for anyone, especially not men like you,” I say raising my eyebrows.

  I pull his shirt over my head and I laugh as it falls to my knees.

  “How do you find clothes that even fit you?”

  I walk to his side at the counter and he hands me six eggs and a bowl motioning for me to crack them.

  “Custom fit. Let's say I've ripped through way too many shirts before someone finally got me in touch with a designer.”

  “Nobody likes a bragger, Nicholas,” I smirk hopping on the counter next to him.

  I crack the eggs in the bowl throwing the shells into the sink and he hands me a spoon to stir.

  “Hey, you asked, I told. Not bragging just the truth. I am the Hulk after all.”

  He grabs my thigh squeezing it and I squeal.

  “Do not under any circumstances tickle me. Ever again,” I say waving the spoon in his face.

  “Or what Blondie? You gonna spank me?” he smirks.

  I purse my lips into a hard line but fail miserably when a smirk threatens.

  “Just shush and feed me so you can get the hell outta here.”

  He laughs, shaking his head as he places the bacon in the skillet, and it sizzles. His forearms flex as he moves it around and I watch, leaning against the top cabinets.

  This feels way too good. One night with Nico and it feels like I've known him all my life. Our sparing is pure foreplay and he's funny, he makes me laugh, he makes me want things I haven't wanted for a very long time. Things I craved once upon a time before some asshole slapped me with a dose of reality, literally.
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br />   “Stop thinkin’ so hard. Here, open,” he says putting a piece of bacon in my mouth.

  “Mmm I love bacon, but I totally could have gone for some sausage,” I say sexily.

  He looks over at me arching an eyebrow and drops his gaze down to his jeans.

  “Unzip and open up then, Blondie. Can't have you starve.”