I run my lips down her jawline and bite her neck. She sucks in a sharp breath.
“Is this what you were imagining, Maya?”
“Almost.”
She yanks her towel off and lets it drop to the floor. I could cry, her breasts are so beautiful, so full, her dusty pink nipples so hard for me. My mouth falls slightly at the sight of her completely naked and bearing herself to me.
It’s not like our team suits leave much to the imagination, but my mind has been going rampant with all kinds of dirty things I could do with that body of hers. But staring at Maya now makes me realize all those naughty, filthy dreams were in black and white. Maya is as vividly beautiful as a watercolor painting.
She presses herself against me and grabs my hand, guiding it over her breast and down her flat stomach to her curly-haired pelvis. She lets go, allowing me to explore further with my fingers. Her slick center is so fucking wet for me. Wetter than all the damn pools we’ve swum in combined.
“Fuck, Maya. You’re so goddamn wet,” I breathe against her temple.
“Shut up and touch me, Aiden.”
I stifle a chuckle, loving her bossy attitude. I push my fingers inside her, and she arches her back against the lockers with a loud clatter. Her body shudders. I never expected her to be so responsive to my touch. Hell, I never expected she’d let me touch her. The fact that I am makes me determined not to let her down.
I slowly circle her clit with my thumb, teasing her with the slowest of thrusts. She grabs my arms tighter, moves her hips, tries to pull my finger deeper inside her. I know I’m driving her mad, not going fast enough for her. She lets out a frustrated groan.
“God, you’re moving too slow. Like always.” She stares into my eyes and shakes her head disapprovingly, a sexy, teasing smirk forming on her mouth.
“Is this fast enough for you?” I thrust three fingers into her, a little aggressively, but what can I say? She bugs the hell out of me with her sass and her demands. I fucking love it.
I match the rhythm Maya so desperately sets with her hips. She sucks in a breath and doesn’t let it out until, not even ten seconds later, her core clamps around me, and her entire body shudders, her mouth open in a beautiful O shape.
“Unh,” she bucks toward me and collapses forward, resting her forehead on my pecks, breathing heavily.
“Jesus, do you always have to finish first?” I tease. She returns my smirk with a grin of her own. I hardly ever see her smile, but when she does, it knocks the wind from my lungs. She’s gorgeous.
“Only the nice guys finish last.” Maya pulls away from me and bends down to grab her towel, showing off her plump, muscular ass, and revealing the full form of her tattoo.
A Marlin. Huh, not the kind of animal I expected.
But then, neither is Maya.
She starts pulling her clothes from the locker, beginning with a lacy pink bra and matching thong. As much as I want to see what her voluptuous curves look like in that tiny piece, I realize she thinks we’re done.
And she thinks I’m a nice guy.
I shove the locker shut and grab her ass from behind. She lets out a little yip. I drag my fingers up the sides of her juicy hips to her soft, tender breasts, toying with her nipples in between my fingers. She lets out the slightest of moans, making my erection press even harder into her lower back. Her body is hot, and a light sheen of sweat glistens on her skin. I lean to whisper in her ear.
“We’re not done until I say so.” I relish in the sensation of goosebumps breaking out on her body. “Being fast may get you far in the water, but not when you’re with me.” I reach down, past the curly hairs of her pelvis, and press my fingers right onto the spot that makes her gasp. “When you’re with me, we take it nice and slow.”
Chapter Seven
Maya
I’m so glad Aiden can’t see me smile right now.
Just when he presses down on the one spot that instantly ignites a fire in my core, Aiden retreats back to stroke my breasts. His fingers brush my nipples so slowly it drives me wild. I’m practically panting already, and he’s barely touching me!
Aiden’s hard length presses into my lower back, followed by the hard lines of his abs and his impressive swimmer’s body. I bite my lip. He’s hot and breathing heavily in my ear. It turns me on so fucking forcefully that I wonder if I’ll ever not be horny again.
Who would have thought? Maya Martinez and Aiden King. As opposite as two people can be. But as he pushes his fingers hard against my budding nipples, driving an intense pleasure into my core, I finally understand the truth behind the term “opposites attract.”
Aiden moves his fingers in achingly slow circles. I arch my body against him, mimicking the movement of his fingers with my hips. He moves with me as I writhe against him. It’s a slow burn, but damn, it feels incredible. Like some sort of erotic dance.
“You’re killing me, Aiden,” I breathe.
“Don’t die on me, baby. I’m not even close to being done.”
Did Aiden just call me baby? What’s even more shocking than the term of endearment coming from his lips is the fact that I friggin love it. What are we right now?
Aiden suddenly spins me around. My eyes take a second to focus on him, still wild and glazed with the look of far off pleasure. I give him a once over, then make a face like I’m not impressed. He smirks and bends down to kiss me. I bite his lip playfully, tugging him lower so I can wrap my arms around his neck.
He grabs my waist and pulls me up onto his hips effortlessly, letting out a satisfied groan. It feels so good to be this close to him, and I never thought I would think that.
Aiden walks us over to the changing bench and slowly squats down to rest my butt on the edge of the cold wood before kneeling on the ground in front of me.
“Relax, girl.” The flash of mischief in his smile has my breath caught in my throat. Aiden places a hand on my chest and pushes me down, so I’m lying flat on the bench, exposing all of myself to him. I’ve never been so open with anyone, not in any sense of the word, let alone with Aiden freaking King.
He moves his face between my legs and licks up my slit, sending shivers to even my pinky toes. He sucks and flicks and circles my clit until I’m right on the edge of coming once again. Then he abruptly stops and moves his tongue ever so fucking languorously down between my butt cheeks, dangerously close to---
I grab his hair and yank his head up to look at me. “Don’t tease me, you cocky asshole. Finish what you started.”
He smirks, my wetness glistening around his lips. It’s so fucking hot. “No,” he says.
No?! I prop myself up on my elbows and give him the death stare.
He stands up and pulls his speedo down, revealing the longest, thickest, smoothest erection I’ve ever laid eyes on. I gulp, totally beside myself.
“Your turn,” he says.
I’m overcome by a slew of conflicting thoughts and emotions: hatred for this cocky jerk, a need to feel him in my mouth, and a desire to hurry this up so he’ll touch me again.
He may like it slow, but I’m going to make him come faster than he’s ever come before.
Still sitting on the edge of the bench, I grab Aiden’s ass and pull him forward. He chuckles.
“A bit aggressive there, Maya. Seems like someone’s a little eager to—”
The moment I suck him into my mouth, he shuts up. I run my tongue over the slit at his tip, circling his head, licking from the base of his enormous cock to his tip, then back down to his balls. Aiden’s beautiful stomach muscles contract from my movements, and he grabs hold of my shoulders. I pump him into my mouth, sucking him deeper.
My mouth is airtight and hot and wet and so fucking soft. I know exactly how to make a man come. And the way Aiden’s hips move against me, the way his breathing turns to grunting, I know he’s seconds away.
“Shit, I’m gonna come already.”
I pull him out of my mouth with a popping sound.
“Not until you’re in
side me,” I warn.
His mouth twists into an amused smile. “You have any condoms? Cuz, I don’t.”
“I’m on the pill,” I say, scooting back to make room for him.
Aiden puts a knee on the bench and bends down to kiss me, running his thumb over my chin. “I’m clean,” he breathes between kisses.
Then he runs a finger over my hot, wet center. I shiver involuntarily. “Good, so am I,” I say. “Now, get the fuck on top of me before I come at the thought of you inside me.”
Aiden flashes me a wicked grin, leans forward, and pushes me down onto the bench. His body is hard on top of mine, squishing me against the cold seat. It’s so unreal to have my forbidden fantasies playing out in front of me. Aiden lets his hands brush against my hard nipples, then he gropes my boobs aggressively. It feels fantastic to have my body wanted in this way by him.
“You’re so hot, Maya,” he whispers against my mouth.
I don’t expect his words to have as much of an effect on me as they do, but with Aiden, I forget about the layer of fishy blubber that covers my body like a little whale. Aiden makes me feel like a Goddess the way he touches me, his mouth moving down my neck to my breast, stroking my nipple with his tongue. Then he feels between my legs, and his fingers practically slip off me. I’m so ready for him, it’s shocking.
A moment later, the smooth head of Aiden’s cock presses between my legs, and suddenly he’s inside me. I gasp at the sensation of him stretching me out. His pubic hairs rub against mine as he thrusts deeper. He’s moving so slow, and for once, I don’t want to rush him. I want this to last.
He moans deep against my breast. I run my hands through his hair. His stupid hair that’s always so damn perfect, even after a full practice in the water. I pull at his thick black strands slightly. He makes a growling noise that tells me he likes it. I’ve always wanted to pull his damn hair, but I never thought it’d be in this capacity, or that it’d please me so goddamn much to do so.
He thrusts deeper this time, and I catch my breath. He’s so big it hurts, but in the most fantastic way. I guess that’s what I could have expected sex with Aiden would be like. A painful nightmare and an erotic daydream coming true at the same time.
Aiden starts to speed up, but I push against his shoulders. “No, not yet. I want this to last.”
“Whoa, did I just hear you right?” He lifts his head to look at me, and I roll my eyes at the knowing grin on his face. “Maya Martinez is actually asking to slow down for once in her life,” he says. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Don’t ruin this. I could just as easily finish myself off and leave you wanting.” I lift an eyebrow in a silent challenge.
“Oh, Maya,” he says. “Maya, Maya, Maya.” I love how my name sounds coming from his mouth like he’s savoring the way it feels to say it. Then he licks my breast with his hot tongue, and I whimper. “You’ve never been so turned on in your life. Admit it.”
I laugh. Shit. If I stroke his ego, maybe he’ll stroke my breast again.
“You’re right, Aiden. I’ve never been this turned on by someone I hate, ever.”
“Hate’s a strong word,” he breathes, nibbling at my nipple.
I try to stifle the euphoric sensation spreading inside me, but a moan slips out despite my efforts. The talented bastard. “You’re right. Loathe. Loathe is better.”
“Do you always respond this way to people you loathe?” he asks, giving another thrust with extra gusto. An intensely pleasurable warmth explodes from my core, driving my eyes back into my head. I struggle to respond cohesively, all pretenses of contempt entirely vanished.
“No,” I breathe. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this way.”
Aiden pulls my legs higher, urging me to draw him closer to me. His stomach rubs up against mine, his hard chest pressing against my soft breasts. “Good,” he says, “cuz I wouldn’t be opposed to doing this again.”
Every move he makes has me moaning in ecstasy. I always wondered how he could be so cocky based on his less-than-stellar performance in the water, but with every thrust he gives me, I come closer to shouting eureka.
“We haven’t even finished yet,” I say. “Looks like the tables have turned.”
Aiden groans, and I can feel him struggle to keep a slower pace. I chuckle at the realization. Who would have guessed that I’d be begging Aiden King to slow down and that he’d be begging me for more?
A few thrusts later, an explosive orgasm radiates through my body. I can feel myself clench against Aiden’s deep, thick cock, and he follows not a second later.
Aiden collapses on my chest, still inside me. The feeling of him stretching me out turns me on all over again. I wait for my breathing to normalize once more, but it doesn’t, and I realize it’s because I am so not done with him. Not even close.
“Let’s go again,” I say.
“Right now?” His voice is muffled from between my breasts.
“Yes, right now.”
Aiden laughs and raises his head to look me in the eyes. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”
Before I can say something sassy back, Aiden kisses me. But this time, his lips meet mine softly, with a sweetness I hadn’t thought him to be capable of. My heart leaps out of my chest, and I automatically run my hands through his thick hair. I never imagined kissing Aiden would bring me so much joy, but it feels like I’m diving into the deep end with him, drowning in a moment I only ever thought would be a forbidden fantasy.
I surrender to Aiden’s touch, letting him take control and set the pace, thinking to myself that it never felt so good to move so slow.
Love All
Love All is a best-friends-to-lovers college sports romance with a happily ever after. It is the second book in the College Sports series and can be read as a standalone.
Harley
I’m a record-breaking college tennis champion on track to going pro with my doubles partner and best friend since childhood, Chris Marlowe.
My life is perfect, until Chris unexpectedly quits the team and stops talking to me altogether.
When he asks to play a game with me weeks later as if nothing’s wrong, I can’t decide if I want to punch him in the face or pull him into a hug and never let go.
Because the truth is, I’ve always loved Chris, and he didn’t just quit the team, he broke my heart.
After what he did, Chris doesn’t deserve a second chance. Yet the thought of seeing him makes my heart soar and my stomach flip.
I couldn’t possibly still love him… could I?
Chris
I’ve been in love with Harley Prescott since the day we stepped foot on the same tennis court sixteen years ago, and I’m pretty sure I just made her hate my guts. Possibly forever.
Which really sucks because I was hoping to spend my forever with her.
She’s feisty and competitive and takes no prisoners.
I’ve never been on the wrong side of her net before, and I don’t like it one bit.
Knowing Harley, the only way she’ll ever speak to me again is if I beat her on the court.
Which is much easier said than done, especially when she’s pissed as hell.
So when she agrees to meet me for one last match, you bet your ass I’m ready for the game of my life.
Because when I play, I play to win, and this time it’s for more than just bragging rights.
This time, I’m playing to make Harley mine.
If you love best-friends-to-lovers sports romances with steamy sweet sex scenes and second chances, you’ll love this book. No cliffhangers in this sporty college romance.
This story takes place at Tempt University, where academic tensions run high and everyone is overdue for a sizzling, lust-fueled fling to get back on track (even the professors).
Welcome to Tempt University!
Chapter One
Harley
I take a deep breath of the salty ocean air, but it does nothing to calm me down.
Tak
e it out on the ball, Harley.
Closing my eyes, I imagine the fuzzy green tennis ball clutched in my left hand is Chris’s head. “No good, so-called best friend,” I mutter, tossing the ball into the air. I swing my racket in a perfect overhead arc and SMACK! The tennis ball cuts through the beachside breeze and flies across the court, right into the corner of the service box.
Another ace.
My blood is boiling, and I’m hopped up on anxious nerves. The never-ending twister of butterflies that replaced my stomach weeks ago turned into a typhoon this morning when my ex-best friend texted me out of the blue. He was adamant that I meet him here, on the Tempt University tennis courts, just after team practice ended.
Though it’s been weeks since Chris quit the team, I still found myself hoping his text meant he’d be joining us at practice tonight. But when he didn’t show up once again, the dagger he lodged in my heart sunk deeper.
I’ve been waiting for him for the last thirty minutes, silently battling the urge to ditch him like he ditched me. But the truth is, I miss him so much I can’t even eat. I can’t think about anything else, I can’t sleep, I can barely breathe. His text was like a ray of sunshine in the deepest, darkest hole of uncertainty I’ve ever experienced in my life.
How can someone go from being your best friend, practically your other half, to a complete stranger?
The only good that’s come out of this is my tennis game has improved tenfold, and I was already team captain and top of my division in the U.S.T.A.
I grab another tennis ball from my basket and step up to the baseline. Why isn’t Chris here yet? And, more importantly, what in the world could he possibly have to say to me after what he did?
Correction: what could he possibly have to say to me that would prevent me from ripping his head off?
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