COCKY (A NAUGHTY SPORTS ROMANCE)

by Jessica Marx

  “This is me,” I state as I slow down in front of my door. After a moment of deliberation, I add, “Want to come in?”

  Jayson smiles slyly. “Of course.”

  I unlock the door and push it open, unsure what is going to happen, or what I want to happen, but I’m trying not to think too much about it. He follows me in and closes the door behind him. I place my purse on the small table in the entryway and he comes right up behind me, his body so close I can feel him there. I slowly turn around and we are face to face, but only for a second. He looks me right in the eyes as he holds both of my hands in his and kisses me tenderly on the lips.

  “Does that feel wrong?” he asks, our faces still only inches away from each other, our hands entwined.

  “No,” I whisper. And he kisses me again, deeper this time. Parting my lips with his tongue. Working his way around the inside of my mouth for a minute and then stopping again, sucking gently on my lip before letting go.

  “And that?” he asks again, taunting me now.

  “No,” I reply. I have no other words.

  Jayson pulls my hands up over my head, playfully pinning me against the wall and pressing his body against mine as he starts to kiss me again, deeper and harder. I want to touch him but his arms are extended over mine and I can’t move. Our kiss is powerful and passionate, so full of desire. I am now trying to pull my hands down so I can touch him, but he puts more strength into his grip and I feel him smiling as we continue to kiss. Jayson has full control of me now.

  “You made me work for this, Ashley, I want to be sure you really want it.” He begins to kiss my neck, sucking lightly under my ear, still holding my hands over my head. I’m squirming between his body and the wall, feeling helpless. I want to touch him so bad.

  I take one of my legs and wrap it around one of his, trying to pull him closer to me. We can’t get any closer than we already are but it’s all I can do.

  He begins to kiss my lips again and I’m kissing him back with a passion I’ve never felt before. Jayson loosens his hold on my arms and puts his hands on the back of my head, cupping my neck. I return his fervor.

  He puts his hands on my shoulders, sliding the sleeves of my dress down, causing the top to fall. My nipples are hard and poking through the red lace of my bra. Jayson stops for a second to look at me and whispers, “You are so fucking beautiful,” before he starts kissing me again.

  He gently cups my breasts and a soft moan escapes my mouth. This man is truly intoxicating. The way he’s touching me, the way he makes my body feel—the way we are standing here together, doing almost nothing more than kissing, and I want to scream for more.

  Jayson pulls my bra straps down and expertly unhooks it from the back, letting it fall to the floor. I’m naked now from the waist up and I want to feel his skin against mine. I fumble with the buttons on his shirt, our mouths still melded together, and one by one, undo them. I finally get to the last button and pull his shirt back over his shoulders and down his arms, feeling each muscle on his arms and chest as I do. I let his shirt fall to the floor and wrap my arms over his shoulders, pressing my chest into his. His body is strong and firm and I can feel the heat coming off him as we strain to get closer.

  I can feel Jayson’s erection pressing into me. He is so hard and big. I can’t wait. I want him now.

  He reaches down and runs his hand over my leg and up under my dress. I know he can feel how hot and wet I am already as he pulls what’s left of my dress down so it, too, falls to the floor.

  He runs his fingers over my panties, teasing me. He knows what he’s doing because I am writhing over him, silently begging for him to guide his fingers inside of me. My back is arching, hips tilting up toward him, my body begging for him to touch me. Jayson slips a finger under my panty line but goes no further. He is such a fucking tease.

  “Are you sure you want me?” Jayson taunts, still rubbing my moist heat.

  I can only nod. I’m too turned on to utter a word—hot and wet with raw desire. He kisses me again, deep and hard, pressing against me and pinning me to the wall. I feel him grab the edge of my dress and panties and forcefully yank them both down, letting them fall to the floor. I am now completely naked with my back to the wall.

  Jayson uses one finger to part my moist pussy lips. The sensation makes my knees buckle for a second. He is up against me with one hand on the back of my neck and one working its way inside of me.

  Jayson feels my wetness and it arouses him that much more. I know because he is kissing me harder and pressing his manhood against me. I buck my hips up against his as he slides his wet finger across my slit again and then back up inside me. He uses his thumb to circle my clit. We are still locked in a kiss as he continues to stroke me, teasing me, bringing me to the edge and stopping.

  I need to undo his jeans and get them off so there’s nothing to hold him back. I start to unbutton his pants as he fingers me gently but passionately. I get his button open and zipper down and start to pull his jeans and boxer briefs off in one motion. I gasp at the size of Jayson’s hard cock as I take it in my hand and begin to stroke it, marveling at the sensation of it swelling in my palm.

  I press my back against the wall, and with one hand on his shaft, I run the other down his chest, over his perfectly-sculpted abs, and down to his thighs. He still has his fingers inside me, skillfully touching me in all the right places. With both hands smoothly caressing his cock, I pull him closer to me and whisper, “Take me, Jayson. Fuck me. Now. I can’t wait any longer.”

  He smiles at me. “I’m not going to fuck you, Ashley.” I get weaker as I hear my name cross his lips. “I’m going to make love to you.”

  And with that, he locks his hands under my thighs and easily picks me up.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his upper thighs and he carries me across the hall to my open bedroom door. We cross the threshold, and a few steps later he is gently laying me down on my bed, his hips situated between my legs. Jayson kneels in front of me and tears open a condom I didn’t notice him take from his pocket and slips over his erection before leaning his body over mine. His cock is rock hard and pressing against me so I can feel it throbbing with desire.

  The sensation of his body on top of mine is enough to bring me to the edge again. Jayson looks into my eyes and softly brushes my hair off my face, communicating so much without saying a word.

  I place my hands on his cheeks and begin to kiss him again. He kisses me back softly and tenderly but full of passion. I open my legs wider, inviting him in as we continue to kiss. I need him in me now, but he is torturing me, making me wait. I wrap my legs around him again, pulling him closer to me, silently begging him to enter me.

  He leans back over and holds my hands, firmly placing them on either side of my head and intertwining his fingers with mine. He teases me some more as we kiss, running the length of his shaft back and forth over my dampness.

  Then in one fluid motion, Jayson buries his perfect cock inside me. I am so wet and ready for him that he effortlessly penetrates my depths. I gasp as he does, pressing my hips back into him. His cock is so hard and fits snugly inside me. He is filling me completely.

  Slowly, he draws his mass almost fully out, leaving only the tip inside. One stroke in and I am ready to explode. I’m squeezing his hands, my head tipped back and eyes closed in ecstasy. He continues the steady rhythm of our dance, pulsing inside me, in and out, over and over again.

  I feel Jayson’s breath against my ear as he whispers, “Now I’m going to fuck you, Ashley.”

  He lets go of my hands and with one of his, pulls my hair back against the bed. He is holding my hair with one hand and more aggressively handling my breasts with the other, pinching my nipple and making me arch my back, forcing his cock deeper inside of me. He is thrusting harder now and deeper, using long strokes and smiling down at me, delighting in how he is making me twist and squirm and listening to the moans I can no longer hold back.

  “Come for me, A
shley,” Jayson says, leaning over my face so he is looking into my eyes again. He takes his hand from my breast, runs it down my belly, and presses his thumb against my clit to rub it. I am gripping his perfect muscular ass in my hands, feeling it clench with each stroke and digging my nails in uncontrollably.

  “Yes, Jayson, yes!” I cry, releasing myself. I quiver as my wetness flows down his shaft, still pumping in and out of me, my back in a full arch off the mattress.

  “That’s it, baby,” Jayson murmurs, slowing his pace and lengthening his strokes. He maintains the rhythm of his thumb, circling and pressing, holding me in a state of pure euphoria. “Now I want to come with you.”

  I still have my hands wrapped around his backside, pulling him into me. He releases my hair from his grip, grabs my arms again, and pins them above my head, kissing me again, harder. He changes his pace again, plunging deep inside me and pulling back, creating a new rhythm. Our bodies are moving as one now.

  I begin to shiver and tighten around him, inside and out. Jayson shudders as we begin to climax together, moving faster, trying to hold onto every last sensation.

  “Oh, fuck. Ashley!” he moans as we explode in unison. Our bodies meld together, holding each other tight. My face is nestled in the nape of his neck as his juices flow with mine.

  Jayson slows and steadies his thrusting until he stops, remaining inside me, relishing in the sensation of our shared climax. We are closer now than I could have hoped for. Physically, it was incredible, but it was so much more than that. The emotion behind it all was more intense than anything I have ever experienced.

  My body goes limp and he collapses on top of me. A giggle escapes my mouth.

  “What? Was that funny?” Jayson asks, smiling at me.

  “What? No! Just… Oh, my God.” I giggle again. I’ve never been with anyone who can hold a candle to what Jayson and I just experienced together.

  Jayson carefully lifts himself and rolls over, wearing a satisfied smile. He lays on his side, leaning on elbow.

  “I don’t know what it is about you, Ashley, but I think you’re going to be stuck with me for a long time,” he says, gently brushing my hair out of my face again with his other hand.

  “I think I can handle that,” I reply, “but for now, how about you stay here with me tonight?”

  “I would love to,” he answers, pulling my body into his.

  We lie for a long while in silence, savoring the connection we created and the feeling of our bodies pressed together. His body fits perfectly around mine, like we were meant to be like this, interlocking parts that were always destined to fit together. Eventually we fall asleep, still holding each other, still smiling.

  _______

  I awake early the next morning. We both have to work today, but I’m not scheduled until early afternoon for lunch. I notice Jayson isn’t next to me but I hear the shower running and assume he’s getting himself ready.

  I get out of bed and throw on my robe, tying it closed as I walk to the kitchen to put on coffee. I’m still in a euphoric state from the night before, and still wearing a smile as I pull out a couple of mugs from the cabinet. I take the milk out of the fridge and as I turn to the coffee pot I see Jayson standing in the doorway, watching me in his towel.

  His body is damp and his muscular form is glistening in the morning light. I am immediately taken back to last night and arousal sweeps over me. I know he has to leave soon and I don’t want to seem too eager, so I just look and let the feeling pass.

  He flashes me a wicked little grin. “Good morning, Ashley.”

  “Morning. I made some coffee,” I reply.

  “I would. I like it light, no sugar, if you don’t mind. Try and remember. I have a feeling this is only the first of many mornings we will be having together.”

  I shake my head at him, hiding a smile of my own. “Oh? What makes you so sure?”

  “I’m a smart man, as you know,” he says, stepping closer to me and wrapping me in his arms from behind, “and I know you felt what I felt last night.”

  “I think I’m feeling it again,” I chuckle, noting his growing erection pressing lightly into my backside. He growls softly against my nape and I shiver all the way down to my toes.

  “I think you know what I really mean, Ashley. This feeling,” he says, bumping into me softly, “you will have to wait for. But I promise, it will be worth it.” Then Jayson takes his mug from the counter and goes to sit at the breakfast bar. I can sense a smirk on his face without being able to see it. I take my coffee and sit next to him.

  “I did feel it, Jayson,” I confess. “I’m still afraid, but I know there is something special about you—or us.” We look up at each other and I shyly smile.

  “I know you’re worried. You made that very clear,” he says, looking right into my eyes. “But I promise you, I will not hurt you.” And I believe him. Even if it is naïve of me, I just do.

  We finish our coffee and Jayson goes back to my room and gets dressed. He only has the clothes he wore the night before, but he seems okay with that. I get up to say goodbye when he steps back out, looking as handsome as ever.

  “Well, thank you for an incredible evening Ms. Porter,” he says, taking my hand in his and kissing it.

  “No, thank you, Mr. Elliott. I had an amazing time.”

  Jayson puts his hands around my waist and pulls me closer, kissing me. He pulls away slowly and takes me in.

  “See you later, beautiful.” He smiles.

  I smile back. “Have a great day.”

  He opens the door and turns to look at me one more time before heading down the hall to the elevator.

  “I can’t wait to see you again,” he adds. And then Jayson is gone.

  ______

  I am wandering around my apartment in a state of pure bliss. There is a happiness inside of me that I haven’t felt in a long time—not even with Michael. I still have a few hours before work, so I decide to clean up a little and take my time this morning.

  I head into the bedroom and smile as I look at the bed. I wish Jayson didn’t have to leave so early this morning so we could make love all over again.

  I step over to the side and start to pull the sheet and blanket to make the bed as I do every morning. A jolt of electricity shoots through my body as I remember last night: Jayson’s body on top of mine, looking into each other’s eyes as we climaxed together.

  I get into bed and lay down, pulling the covers to my face to try and get a sense of him. It’s silly, but even the scent of his cologne on my sheets makes me smile. The way he made me feel, the way I feel now, is so new and unfamiliar to me. I know it’s foolish to believe so soon in a relationship, but I think I love him.

  The second the thought crosses my mind, my smile fades. I am being ridiculous. I can’t fall in love just like that. Just over a week ago, this same man I think I am in love with was using cheesy pick-up lines on me at a bar and hooking up with different women. I can’t let myself fall for him like this. He could be playing me just like he plays so many others. I thought I sensed love and truth in him, but what if it’s bullshit?

  Not to mention the possibility of my mother and Tom progressing their relationship. I’m sure my mother would be mortified if I was dating her potential husband’s son. The fact that he’s so much older than me would kill her. She wants me to be happy, but with someone my own age that I can grow with. Definitely not with a man who is, technically speaking, old enough to be my father. The fact that my own father left her for a much younger woman with almost the same age difference as Jayson and I doesn’t help anything, either.

  How did I become so smitten that I let Jayson convince me to just let things be and “not think too much?”

  My bliss is turning to bitterness as I sit, thinking about what happened some more. I am crowding my thoughts of last night with “what if’s” and “whys.” I am suddenly in a complete state of confusion and panic. Minutes ago I was in love, and now I am questioning every feeling I had last nigh
t. I can’t decide if it was real or just in my head.

  I get up and go to look for my phone. It’s in my kitchen so I pour another cup of coffee and sit at the table. I dial Rachel’s number and hope that she is available. I need to talk to someone.

  I get her voicemail and leave a message for her to call me back. I’m being ridiculous—I felt Jayson’s passion, and the man I had dinner with last night was real. I can’t let the negative voice in my head convince me otherwise. Still, I’m having a hard time letting those thoughts go.

  My phone rings, startling me. I look at the screen. It’s my mother.

  “Good morning, Mom,” I answer.

  “Good morning, Ashley.” She sounds way too cheerful.

  I raise a brow. “What’s up?”

  “Not too much. It was so nice seeing you last week. We still haven’t had a chance to chat and catch up.”

  “I know. Tom seems like a great guy and you both look so happy together. I’m glad I finally got a chance to meet him.”

  “I’m so glad you feel that way, Ash! I’m just head over heels for him. He’s amazing and treats me like a queen. I never thought I would meet a man like him—not after your father.” She sighs dreamily. “And he was delighted to meet you and Eric. It’s great that we all got along so well. Like we’re family already.”

  I roll my eyes as my stomach flip flops. Like family. I just had sex with my might-be brother last night. Wonder how Tom would feel about that?

  “Yeah. I thought it might be awkward at first, but it actually felt very natural,” I reply. I’m not sure if I’m talking about our little get-together or what happened between me and Jayson last night.

  “I’ve had the pleasure of meeting his sons once before, Jayson and Matt. They’re good guys. Their business does very well and they are respectful and decent to Tom. He always speaks highly of them, although when it comes to their personal lives, he has doubts they will ever settle down—especially Jayson. Tom says he’s never had a serious girlfriend and sleeps around a little too much for his liking. Reminds me of your father. It’s one thing to test the waters, it’s another to be a gigolo. Is that even a term people use anymore?”