Dirty Play (The Ferrari Family Book 1)

by Hazel Parker

  But with Izzy, I knew the second I woke up that she had spent the night with me. And it had resulted in some of the best sex of my life.

  It wasn’t about the positions, though. It was about the person. And I knew I was right in wanting Izzy in my life—even if it had taken some odd turns, some possible failures, and some unfortunate circumstances to get us here.

  She shifted position in bed, and I watched her with cheerful, happy eyes. I waited for her to murmur something, to ask for me to come near her, but she still had her eyes closed and didn’t move. If she had awoken, she was playing being asleep. And I was happy to let her have that.

  Because when she left the house…

  Fucking Malcolm. I bit my lip at the very name. It might as well have been a curse word for how much the name made me recoil. I didn’t even know what the asshole looked like, and I already hated his guts with every fiber of my being. If I saw him in the streets, I’d confront him. If I saw him near Izzy, I’d fight him. If I saw him hurt Izzy, I’d kill him, consequences be damned. If it risked my entire career, so be it.

  Izzy remained asleep for another few minutes, so I got up and headed to the bathroom. After finishing my business in there, I unlocked my phone and looked at my schedule for the day. I didn’t have anything until one p.m., at which my point my agent had requested a meeting with me, but that didn’t mean I was just going to slouch through the day. I still needed to get some lifting in before the afternoon’s fielding practice.

  I put my phone down, deciding that I would leave to lift no later than ten o’clock. I opened the door back to the bedroom gently and saw Izzy awake, resting on one arm, the bedsheets just barely covering her upper torso.

  “Good morning, sexy,” she said, making a show of her eyes following down to my groin and back up.

  Somehow, it hadn’t even registered with me that I was still naked. I looked down, sheepishly shrugged at my hardening dick, and smiled at Izzy.

  “I thought you were still asleep.”

  “I was,” she said. “But then I heard you in there, and I thought I’d wake up to you coming to me. Little did I know I’d get the Nick Ferrari without any clothes on.”

  She then slowly slid the bed sheets down, revealing her perfectly naked body. In the shadows of the night before, I had only gotten something of a vague idea of her curves—to be clear, she had them and arguably had the perfect body, but with the only light being that of the hallway, it was more like looking at someone in a deliberately dark photoshoot. But with the morning sun glistening from the window and onto her body, I got to see everything in the finest detail.

  And good fucking Lord, it was absolute perfection.

  “Now, why don’t we pick up where we left off last night?”

  I was already walking toward her, my cock so stiff that it felt like it would explode before it got inside of her, and hovering over her. But what she didn’t know yet would find out soon enough is that I felt like I owed her.

  She had given me a blowjob that would have made me come within another minute if we hadn’t switched positions. I had requested to be inside of her just as much to avoid the appearance of finishing too early.

  Well, now it was Izzy’s turn to feel that. And luckily for her, the gift of being a woman was that she got to come over and over and over again in the same span of time. I was not about to let her “win” that battle for supremacy in oral.

  I laid down on top of her and started kissing her passionately. The tip of my cock was already brushing her clit, and it would have been so easy to just go inside her raw. God, the temptation…

  Somehow, maybe because I was so set on going down on her first, I managed to avoid risking something too early, but I knew I could only hold out from doing something like that for so long before primal urges took over. She tried to bring her hips up into me, but I held back and kissed her neck.

  She fucking loved that. Her arms wrapped all around me as she gently moaned my name. Her voice sounded so damn sultry; it had a bit of early-morning raspy groaning.

  I worked my way down her perfect breasts, kissing one and cupping the other with my free hand before switching. Her hands ran through my hair, squeezing and begging me to get inside of her. Her hips were grinding all over me, yearning, pleading, begging for me. In time. In time. I had to say that as much to myself as to her.

  I got down to her belly button, and it was only now that Izzy realized I wasn’t trying to warm her up so much as I was going for the main course.

  “Oh, baby,” she said. “You’re gonna make me come so hard.”

  I smirked. Yeah, I was. I looked up at her, winked, and went right back down to crawling toward her pussy. She was shaking before I’d even touched her, and just to add some fun to it, I decided to start by kissing her from her ankles down to the innermost part of her thigh.

  “The fuck you waiting for!” she suddenly shouted when I started going to her other leg.

  I had a laugh at that, but Izzy just reached forward, grabbed my face, and practically stuffed me between her legs. She wasn’t kidding about how aroused she felt.

  Luckily for her, I wasn’t kidding to myself about making sure she didn’t win the “who did it better” challenge.

  With my lips pressed against her clit, I kissed her and rubbed on her gently. I withheld my tongue for a few moments, trying to get her warmed up, but she was already shaking and jolting like she had electrical clamps on her. When I brought my tongue out and started pressing and stroking her clit, it was all over for her.

  I had never brought a woman to orgasm so fast in my life. It was fucking incredible the way that she reacted—I almost thought I was going to get my head kicked off from the way she squirmed and writhed when the orgasm had hit. I’d felt pretty sure that she’d come last night, but it was obvious those orgasms were nothing in comparison to this.

  She had to push me back before the orgasm became too much. When she finally did “come down” from her coming, she let out a loud moan that turned into a laugh.

  “It’s not fair you can make me feel so good!” she yelled into her pillow. “How the fuck…”

  I decided the less that was said, the better. Besides, if she thought I was going down on her just because she’d had one orgasm, she would soon be happily mistaken. I wanted her to at least come twice—I wanted her to be surprised at how much a supposed star athlete was willing to do down there.

  Then she rolled over, sat up, and pulled me down—but this time, my face remained with her face.

  “Get inside me,” she said. “Fucking now. Don’t make me wait.”

  “Let me get—”

  “Relax,” she said.

  “No, just let me,” I said. “Sorry, but it’s ingrained in me.”

  At some point, yes, I’d probably go raw in her. But I’d heard too many horror stories of athletes having to be a piggy bank for women ever to risk something like this. It’s not that I didn’t trust Izzy; it’s that I needed to make sure the tenth of a percent chance that she was lying wasn’t real because that chance had outsized consequences.

  Fortunately, Izzy didn’t fight the issue and make a huge deal of it.

  I reached over, slid it on, and this time, went inside her freely. It was so hot how I was kissing her, heard her murmur and shudder while I held the kiss, and felt her hands tighten around me. The absolute best part about sex was feeling like a king whenever I made someone just physically react like that; the fact that it was now Izzy who was the one shuddering from the motion down below just made me swell with that much more confidence.

  I didn’t feel ashamed about how last night had gone, but I was determined to give Izzy a much longer ride this morning. I kept a steady pace, listening to her moans and how she talked as the guidance for if I was getting her closer and closer to climax. Her legs tightened around my hips, her mouth kissed at mine, and her nails kept digging into my back.

  “Oh, fuck!” she said. “Roll on your back, now!”

  I did so wi
thout hesitation. And when I say that Izzy rocked my world with a sexual ferocity that I had never seen before, it is without any hyperbole whatsoever. She placed her hands on my chest, clenched, and went to work grinding her hips on me like a cat in heat.

  “Oh, fuck!” she screamed, her groaning becoming louder and shriller every second. “Oh, God, yes, yes, yes…”

  She was soaking wet down below. I wasn’t even doing much of anything, honestly; she was just riding me like a toy, and I was along for the ride until she orgasmed.

  It was immediately apparent when she did because there was a slight jolt, an increase in the tension of her hands, and a shuddering that followed. When she finished, she let her head drop.

  “God, how the fuck do you make me feel so good?”

  I had so many cocky lines that I wanted to say, but I just let silence be the answer. It was more fun that way.

  “Oh my God…” she groaned. “Do whatever the fuck you want with me. Come for me, Nick.”

  “Here,” I said, motioning her forward. “Put your head down.”

  She knew. She kissed me along the way, passionately and with fire, before letting me get behind her. I slid in, grabbed her hips, and started thrusting away in a fury. I had held back the tension some so that I could last a little bit longer, but that was off the table now. I was in a mad rush to get to my orgasm.

  There was that moment about a half-dozen seconds right before I came where I knew I’d hit the point of no return, that tingle and extreme tension at the base of my cock.

  “So close.”

  Izzy just started murmuring, and oh, dear God, it was so fucking hot.

  “Mmm, come for me, Nick, yes, yes, come inside me.”

  I started to tremble as my cock swelled. I could literally feel the load rising in my shaft, getting pushed closer and closer to the edge.

  “Oh, oh…”

  And then it exploded, and I let out an enormous roar as I practically yanked Izzy against me. Oh, holy fuck…Izzy! Fucking Izzy!

  It was unbelievable. Sometimes, unpredictably, orgasms could just feel unbelievably incredible, and this one, because it was Izzy, was the kind that could have brought any man to his knees—or back, as it were.

  And when I pumped the last of my cum into my condom, I was again left feeling like a rag doll, limp and unable to flex even the toes on my feet.

  I did not give a single damn. It was absolute paradise.

  But this time, instead of falling into a deep silence and eventual sleep as we had after last night’s orgasm, Izzy just started giggling.

  “What?” I said in a playful tone.

  “What?” she said back. “Just imagine if TMZ had a photo of this!”

  Her laughter made me start to laugh too. If she could joke about that, then she was probably in much better spirits than I had assumed she would be.

  But the joke also made me cognizant of the fact that she probably had to get to work. I definitely had to start lifting. As romantic as the idea of us just fucking and napping the day away here was, it hit a pretty hard wall called reality in about two hours.

  “Hold on,” she said as she sat up from our cuddling, grabbed her phone, and read her messages. “Ah, it’s Mom. Wants to know when I’m going to pick up Ryan.”

  “You could just tell your Mom she’s getting a second chance to have that full-time job.”

  Izzy looked back at me with still-waking but bemused eyes, her eyelids barely open. She leaned forward, kissed me, said something about me “having meathead moments,” and typed something out to her mother. As soon as she finished, she put her phone on the cabinet by the bed and curled back up on me.

  “I told her I’d be over in an hour,” she said. “It’s not for her. It’s for Ryan.”

  “Your kid.”

  Izzy nodded. I understood.

  But with that understanding came a little bit of fear that she was now returning to the world that she had sought escape from so badly when she came to me. She had not come just for sex; if anything, that was a happy outcome of what had happened. She had come so she could breathe for just one night and escape the possibility of Malcolm. A return to that world…

  It was necessary, but that didn’t mean it was ideal.

  “Do you want me to get you some security?” I asked. “I promise it’s not a big—”

  “You’re sweet, but it’s OK,” Izzy said. “I’m not worried.”

  “Bullshit,” I said. “I know you’re feeling good, but let’s be honest for a moment here. This is some scary shit.”

  Izzy grimaced and nodded.

  “I meant that I’m not worried I’m going to die or get killed or anything like that. But yeah, I am worried that if Malcolm found me, he’d start stalking me more and more.”

  “And if that happens…”

  When it happens.

  “Do you want me to get you some security?”

  Izzy again kissed me.

  “I don’t know how I got lucky enough to wind up in bed with you,” she said. “I can’t imagine your teammates being like this, no disrespect.”

  I chuckled. I had a joke about her not even making it to the morning with some of my teammates, but that wasn’t where the focus of my conversation lay.

  “I’ll keep you updated on what happens, OK?” she said. “As it is, I need to go back to work tomorrow. My boss is the most understanding person on Earth, but she can’t stop work.”

  I supposed, in some ways, this was what made Izzy so attractive. The looks would fade in time, even the base personality would become known, but her ferociousness, her willingness to get to work, and her ability to confront fear made her more than just a hot woman to put on a list. She was…

  Well, fuck, it was just easy to say it was special.

  “I understand,” I said. “But until you have to leave, I’m not going anywhere.”

  We wound up laying side by side, cuddling and feeling each other, for as long as we could until hunger kicked in and she had to leave. I cooked Izzy some bacon and eggs before walking her to her car. I was already wistfully waiting for the chance to get a second night in with her.

  “I’ll call you tonight, OK?” she said.

  “You better,” I said. “After the night I gave you?”

  “Woah, Mr. Ferrari became Mr. Cocky over here!” she said as I playfully shrugged.

  But it didn’t bother her, as evident by the long, passionate kiss she gave me.

  “You’re something else, Nick,” she said. “I’ll see you around.”

  “I sure hope so.”

  With that, Izzy planted one more kiss on my lips before she got in her car. I stood at the steps of my house, watching her drive off, waving until she went out of view. And when the only sign of her presence was the engine of her Honda, I turned back to the house with the kind of content grin that would last me through the rest of the day.

  We’d just had some of the most emotionally charged sex of my life. Maybe some other sexual encounters had more physical flair to them or broke more parts of the bed, but none had made me feel like Izzy’s had. Izzy made me want to follow her to work and sneak in as much sex as we could; sex in the office, sex in the bathroom, sex in the car, sex in the conference room…

  And it wasn’t even the sexual release aspect of it, though orgasming was never something to say no to. It was the chance to be with Izzy in the most intimate fashion possible. I couldn’t get enough of that—and I didn’t mean that in the cliché, flippant fashion. I meant I could not get enough sex with her.

  I looked down at my phone. Brett had left me a voicemail. Having nothing else pressing to do, I went through and listened to it.

  “Hey, asshole, Brett here.”

  Ah, yes, Brett is still Brett.

  “Just got off the phone with Uncle Nick. Said business has been taken care of and Dad will be coming back here soon. Asked him about it, he got kind of cagey. Not gonna lie, sometimes I really do wonder if we’re in the damn mafia business or not. But any
way, just wanted to let you know that. Call me when you’re done being whipped so I can see the scars on your back.”

  Damnit, Brett.

  But I was in such a blissful mood that even Brett’s taunts about getting whipped by Izzy just put a smile on my face. I was going to strain my cheek and lip muscles at this rate from smiling so much. Wouldn’t that have made a great story in the papers—TMZ would have a field day photoshopping some of my images for that.

  When it came time to lift, I found that, for one of the rare times in my career, I could not concentrate. It was odd that even in spring training, with Izzy and me in limbo, I could filter out everything, but now, post-coital…

  Ah, well, whatever. The important thing was my meeting with my agent. He’d only scheduled it the night before, and even then, he’d wanted it to be at nine, something I had vetoed on the grounds of needing to work out.

  Actually, scratch that.

  The really, truly, honestly most important thing was that Izzy and I had finally gotten intimate. There was no more dancing around each other.

  We were building to something real.

  And nothing else mattered.

  Chapter 14: Izzy

  The instant my car left Nick’s property, the instant I found myself back out in the general public, even if that general public was still a pretty wealthy community, I found the same feelings of unease returning.

  But they didn’t completely overwhelm me, and that was something of a major win. It was almost like instead of having soreness from exercising too much, I had a “good soreness” of having had some of the best sex of my life. The headaches and the paranoia might have started to come back, but it would be all but impossible for me to feel overwhelmed by them. Not this close in time to what had happened, anyway.

  I made it straight to my mother’s house and picked up Ryan.

  “He was so well behaved!” my mother said.

  “Better than you were!” my father jokingly shouted from the kitchen.