Tap Out: BTU Alumni Series Book #2

by Ciz, Alley

  Christ, he needed to move. His long legs ate up the small space between them and he scooped her into his arms, crushed his mouth against hers.

  Her legs wrapping around him was pure heaven.

  “One of us is highly overdressed.” She pulled at the collar of his t-shirt.

  With a chuckle, he finished walking the distance to his California King bed. He laid her down in the middle of it before stepping back and pulling his t-shirt over his head.

  She let out a groan as she propped herself up on her elbows to watch the show he put on removing his clothes.

  His blood pumped faster at the hungry look in her eyes, so he quickly got to work on his belt while he toed off his sneakers. Popping the snap on his jeans, he slowly pulled down the zipper, careful of his straining erection. Once free, he dragged his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs and kicked them to the side.

  When he was just as naked as she was, he approached the bed, but she stopped him with her hand on his chest.

  She moved to the edge of the mattress and knelt in front of him. Her hands ran across his chest and down his abdominal muscles. She traced all his bumps and ridges, paying special attention to the deep v cuts on his hips.

  “It should be illegal for you to wear clothes. A body like yours should never be covered up,” she declared as she continued to trail her hands along his body.

  “The feeling is mutual, babe.”

  Never one to be a spectator, he reached out to toy with her nipples. He brushed his thumbs across the peaks to get them to stand fully at attention. Then he pinched them between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to lean into his touch.

  She reached out and mirrored his actions on his nipples. When he squeezed her tits in his hands, she fell against his body and started kissing her way down. Placing little nips here and there, her lips traveled across each bump of his eight pack, and followed his happy trail down to his straining erection.

  It was a thing of beauty, if he did say so himself, ten inches of hard steel covered by silky skin. It stood proud off his body and curved up slightly toward his belly. Currently, it was almost purple from arousal, his little fighter as anxious for the feel of something other than his left hand as he was.

  As if unable to resist the temptation any longer, Rocky licked along the vein on the underside, from base to tip. She swirled her tongue around the head and licked the leaking pre-cum from the tip, humming as she savored the taste of him, before opening her jaw to take as much of him inside as she could.

  As if she had no gag reflex, she slid him down her throat and swallowed.

  He groaned as he felt her throat constrict around his length. It felt too good. He had to stop her before things were over before they started. “Rock. Stop.” He pulled on her hair slightly.

  She released him with a pop. “Why? What’s wrong?” Her eyes flashed with concern.

  “Nothing. Nothing at all. That’s just not where I want to finish tonight.” He pushed back on her shoulders until she was lying back.

  Warmth spread through his body at the sight of her laid out for his pleasure on his bed. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her ass to the edge and dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands spread her legs wide, opening her up for him.

  He ran his tongue up the length of her slit, causing her back to bow up off the bed. Giving her no chance to prepare, he spread her lips and sucked her clit into his mouth. She tasted like the sweetest honey and he was ready to spend the rest of the night at home between her legs.

  She squirmed as the pleasure he gave her wracked her body. He draped her legs over his shoulders and reached a hand up, skimming over her stomach to toy with her nipples.

  She let out a scream and he felt her gush on his face as her orgasm burst through her. Not giving her an opportunity to catch her breath, he escalated his oral assault, keeping pressure on her clit as he pressed two fingers inside her.

  She dug her heels into his back and squeezed his head with her strong thighs. Reaching down, she ran a hand over his head, grasping for purchase, letting out a growl when there was nothing to hold onto.

  He laughed against her pussy at her frustration. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked without lifting from his position.

  She continued to thrash against him, her second orgasm approaching fast. He redoubled his efforts between her legs, taking her entire pussy into his mouth until she came screaming his name. As she came back down to earth, he placed small kisses and nips against her.

  He kissed his way up her body, sucking the steel bar of her belly ring into his mouth, trailing his tongue along her sweet skin, and detoured to suck a nipple.

  “You want to tell me what was wrong before?” he murmured against her neck.

  She was slow to answer and mumbled when she said, “What’s that?”

  “I was just wondering why you growled when you touched my head earlier.” He kissed along her ear.

  She let out a small laugh as she ran her hands over his head again. “I was just frustrated that your hair wasn’t long enough for me to hold on to.”

  He chuckled and gave her a deep kiss. “Should I grow it out for you then?”

  “Hell no!” She scratched her nails along his scalp. “I love the buzzed look on you on. Makes you look like a total badass.”

  He laughed against her lips. There was just something so special about this girl. Even in the middle of getting frisky, she still managed to make him laugh. He wasn’t sure how he'd gotten lucky enough to find her, but now that he had, he wasn’t letting her go.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist. “What’s with all the talking? I need you inside me now.” Her body ground against him. “Fuck me,” she whispered hotly in his ear.

  She rubbed herself against his erection, causing him to glide through her lips.

  He was reaching for the nightstand when he paused.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He dropped his head to her chest. “I just remembered I don’t have any condoms since I only just finished unpacking.” He groaned as she continued to slide against his cock.

  Her fingers traced patterns on the back of his head. “I’m on the pill and am clean.”

  “So—am—I,” he barely managed to choke the words out. He’d never been inside a woman bare. Honestly, he'd never wanted to—until her. “You know I have regular checkups to fight and I’ve never been with anyone without a condom before.”

  “Neither have I. I’ve never wanted to.”

  Knowing about her long-term relationship with Jase, the caveman part of him beat a proud tattoo in his chest that he would be the first, and if he had his way, the last person to experience her this way.

  “Me either, but the thought of riding you bare makes me want to shoot my load right now.”

  Her answering groan was music to his ears. “Oh, god. Please don’t make me wait any longer. Get inside me now.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” His chuckle quickly morphed into a groan as her wet heat surrounded his length.

  ROCKY LOST HER breath at the feel of his girth stretching her like nothing ever had before. She was grateful for the moment he gave her to adjust to his size. The fullness was incredible.

  Luckily, she was so wet and slick from her earlier orgasms that Gage was able to slide in to the hilt in one thrust. Without the barrier of latex between them, she could feel each vein and ridge of his cock.

  He pumped his hips in a smooth rhythm, steadily picking up speed as she clung to his body. Her mouth fell open with each thrust.

  “Oh—God—Gage,” she moaned.

  “You feel so good wrapped around me, babe,” he said through gritted teeth.

  She wanted to feel him lose control. As she scratched her nails down his back, the fleeting thought that he wouldn’t be able to workout shirtless for a few days floated through her mind. If he did, it would broadcast to the entire gym exactly what he did with his free time.

  “More, Gage,” she breathed in his ear and bit his earlobe. �
��I need more.”

  “You’re so tight.” He growled and adjusted the angle of her hips so his body brushed against her clit with each pump.

  He set a punishing pace.

  In. Out.

  In. Out.

  In. Out.

  Over and over he pounded into her and still it somehow managed to not be enough.

  Each time he slammed into her, the prickly hairs of his trimmed groin scratched against her clit, setting off starbursts of pleasure.

  “Come on, baby,” he growled in her ear. “Let. Go.”

  At his command she broke apart, his orgasm following right after.

  With the neurons of her brain comatose from pleasure, he had to be the one with the presence of mind to shift his weight so it wasn’t crushing her. He quickly repositioned them to lay on their sides with her curling against him.

  Automatically, she wrapped an arm around his waist, threaded a leg between his, rested her head on his chest and promptly fell asleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Gage awoke the next morning with Rocky twisted around him as effectively as the octopus tattoo on his arm. Sometime during the night, she'd moved to drape over him and her hair covered part of his face. It smelled like the usual blueberries.

  He moved the strands covering his face and tucked them behind her ear. God, she was beautiful. Her long black lashes rested against her cheeks and her lips were still swollen from his kisses.

  Snapshots from the night flashed through his mind, causing his morning wood to swell to full mast. With the arm not trapped beneath her, he reached across her body to grab her ass, skimming his hand down her leg to her knee, hitching her leg over his hip, and rolled her beneath him.

  He ground his body against hers and gave her the X-rated Sleeping Beauty treatment, kissing her awake while his hand traveled down to find her clit, where she was still slick from their earlier juices.

  She stirred as he stroked her, her lashes fluttering open and her lips tipping into a smile. Her legs and arms tightened around his body as he adjusted her beneath him and slid home.

  God, she was tight. Even after going at it the night before, her walls gripped him like a vice. He had to pause while the heat of her without a barrier invaded his senses. It was such a heady experience, he didn’t think he’d ever get used to it. Once he was sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself, he started to move.

  He was settling into a groove when Rocky flipped them so she was on top, straddling his hips. He wanted to be surprised by her ability to change their positions, but he’d seen her spar with some of the guys, and he knew the muscles it took to be able to flip a person twice your size.

  He was more than willing to let her be in control and have her way with him. When she started to move, he grabbed on to her hips and held on for the ride of his life.

  She braced her hands against his chest and swiveled her hips up and down, keeping her movements slow and precise. She moved off him until only the tip of his cock was left inside her body, and then slid down so he was once again buried to the hilt.

  She repeated the motion over and over until he was about to lose his damn mind. “Rocky.” Lift up. “Babe.” Slide down. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come too soon.”

  “Isn’t that the whole point?”

  His fingers dug into her hips so hard he was sure he would leave bruises, but he was trying to find the resolve to hold back. It wasn’t easy—he was barely hanging on by the thinnest of threads. “Yes, but you first.”

  He placed his thumb on top of her clit and pressed down. Giving her no time to warm up, he quickly set a wild pace to take her over the edge as soon as possible. The flutters of her approaching orgasm gripped his dick and he reached his other hand up and squeezed one of her tits—hard.

  Finally, the ministrations of both his hands, along with the grinding of their hips, pushed her over the edge and he felt her gush all over his cock.

  She let out a strangled groan and collapsed against his chest. “Oh my god,” she breathed against him.

  “Just Gage is fine.” When she finally let go, he pumped his hips in earnest.

  She laughed at his cocky comment as she lay on top of him, catching her breath.

  “Gage, you feel so good inside me.”

  She gasped as he spread his fingers on her ass and took a butt cheek in each hand. Tightening his grip, he moved her hips up and down his length, pumping in and out of her, increasing his pace until their bodies were crashing into each other almost violently.

  Her breath hitched. “Oh, god, Gage, you’re gonna make me come again.”

  “Give it to me, baby. Let go.” He thrust even harder, his own orgasm boiling up inside.

  “Come for me, baby.” Her pussy fluttered again. “Now,” he growled.

  His command was the final push she needed, and she let go with a scream then collapsed on his chest as he shot into her.

  She draped across him like a human blanket. He remained inside her, not wanting to break their connection, and enjoyed the final contractions of her body around his. Her breath tickled his neck as she lay unmoving.

  “You alright, babe?” he asked while he ran his hands up and down her back.

  “I’m dead.”

  But she breathed against his neck. He chuckled. “You feel pretty alive to me."

  “Seriously. I think my brain exploded from that orgasm.”

  “You aren’t the only one, babe.”

  “You really need to stop touching me.”

  He immediately stilled against her. “Did I hurt you?” He was afraid he was too rough with her. At his size, he always felt like it was a fine line he had to balance when passion took over.

  She must have heard the panic in his voice. “What? No, not at all. I loved everything you did to me. Eve-ry-thing.” She punctuated the word with kisses. “It's just if you don’t stop we might never make it out of this bed.”

  He laughed as he brought her face around for a kiss. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  She took a moment to kiss him back passionately. “Oh, it’s not, but I am hungry.”

  Her stomach let out an audible rumble and they laughed.

  “And I get hangry too,” she warned.

  “Then I guess it’s time to get some food. I don’t want it to get around that I don’t take care of my girl.” He kissed her one last time before rolling out from under her to get off the bed.

  After pulling on his boxers, he turned to ask her what she wanted for breakfast and caught her ogling his butt. “Like what you see?” He lifted an eyebrow.

  “So much,” she responded with a wink.

  God, this woman just did it for him. Before he climbed back into bed with her, he turned and headed to the kitchen on the hunt for food. But finding empty refrigerator shelves, he realized he hadn’t done much grocery shopping yet.

  Well, crap.

  He was still in front of the open fridge when he heard her approach. With a sheepish grin, he turned to face her and sucked in a breath. She wore his gray t-shirt from the night before and he sure as hell hoped nothing else.

  His gaze traveled from her pretty painted toes, up the long length of her mouthwatering legs, pausing where the hem of his shirt rested at the top of her biteable thighs before he continued up. Her nipples pressed against the front of the shirt, confirming she was braless.

  “Damn, that shirt has never looked so good.” His long legs ate up the space between them in seconds and he hauled her body against his, kissing her for all his worth. He didn’t pull away until his lungs felt like they were going to burst.

  “If that’s the reaction I’m going to get, I might have to raid the guys’ closets for my wardrobe needs,” she said with a nip to his lower lip.

  “Tease.”

  “You love it.” Her arms threaded around his neck and she scratched the back of his head.

  Keeping their bodies anchored together with one arm, he reached back to shut the fridge then pull
ed her in tighter.

  “I have some bad news,” he said. She raised an eyebrow in question. “I don’t have any food here.”

  She let out a laugh. “What? How is that even possible?”

  “I’ve been spending most of my time at Wyatt and Beth’s, or with you and everybody, so I haven’t done a proper trip to the store yet.”

  “No worries. It’s football Sunday anyway. I’m sure Gem is already up making food. Put on some shorts and a t-shirt and meet me at my place in five minutes.” She kissed him once more and made her way back to his bedroom.

  He followed dutifully to find her pulling her dress over her head. “You could have kept my shirt on, I wouldn’t have minded.”

  She laughed as she adjusted the elastic waist on her dress. “As much as I don’t care that everyone knows we are sleeping together, I don’t really need to go prancing around in front of my brother of all people in only your t-shirt.”

  “Good point.”

  “There is something we need to discuss.” She bit her lip like she was nervous.

  “Okay,” he hedged.

  “Our friends obviously know about us”—she waved a hand in the direction of the other apartments—“but…we can’t act like anything has changed when we’re at the gym.”

  “Your dad?”

  “Oh, yeah.” A frown tugged at her lips.

  “Could you lose your job?” It was his turn to frown, not liking the idea one bit.

  She shook her head. “I doubt it since he pretty much pressured me to take it. But…it would be…bad.” There was a look in her eyes he’d never seen there before.

  She was hurting and he wanted to fix it.

  “Should we stop this before it goes any further?” Everything in him rebelled against the idea, but she needed to have the option.

  “No,” she said quickly, closing the space between them. “I don’t want to stop.” Her arms looped around his neck. “When we’re at the gym, we just have to keep things professional.”

  “And outside it?”