The Player

by Aliyah Burke

  The wall was at her back the second they made it through the door. The lone light he’d left on in the living room, hiding the tension in his face only a tiny bit. His eyes were hungry as he stared. The words, darkly sexual came to mind. Kaeden’s mouth on hers, demanding her surrender. Faye didn’t have it in her to fight him or this explosive heat between them any longer.

  “Get the fuck out of that dress, Faye unless you don’t care if I rip it off you.”

  Body primed since he’d opened her door in his tuxedo, heightened since the knowledge he was there commando combined with the blow job she’d given him, she didn’t give a fuck about the dress.

  “Unzip me.” Her words were breathy as she turned and pressed into the wall, giving him her back.

  His head pushed against hers as he swore. “You’re fucking killing me here, Faye. I can’t wait any longer to be inside your pussy. Are you ready for me? Are you wet? For me?”

  “Yes.” Her answer was long and drawn out, like a hiss on a slow leak.

  Instead of lowering the zipper, he yanked her dress up to bunch about her waist. Without asking for permission, he covered her pussy and pushed two fingers deep inside her.

  “God yes!”

  Faye widened her stance, giving him a bit more room to thrust and pump those thick digits in.

  “Holy fuck. Have you been this wet since you blew me in the room?”

  Her throat was dry. “Uh huh.” Fingers curved as if she had the strength to dig them into the wall. “Kaeden, please.”

  Thankfully, he didn’t make her ask, or was she begging, again. The crinkle of foil before he pulled his fingers free. Seconds later she moaned in pure pleasure as he pushed fully inside her needy slit.

  He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, and allowing him to play with her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other.

  “Jesus Christ Faye. How the hell are you so slick, hot, and tight? I’m ready to fucking nut right now.”

  “Move first.” That was definitely a beg.

  He listened and drilled into her like a fucking machine. This wasn’t slow, it wasn’t easy and she loved every hard second of it. Even with the heels she had on, he still lifted her on her toes with his thrusts.

  One nipple pinched and her clit in the same predicament, she couldn’t hold back any longer and screamed his name as she came.

  “Yes Jesus,” he praised as he pumped into her a few more times and came hard. Lips to her ear, his harsh breathing was calming in a sense. It let her know he wasn’t unaffected. “I hope you don’t have plans that will take a lot of energy tomorrow Faye because I’m about to fuck you until we both pass out.”

  Before those words could be digested, she found herself bent over the back of his couch, ass in the air as he palmed the globes of her ass.

  “Widen that stance baby.” He nudged her feet with his until he was satisfied.

  She moaned at the press of his swollen cock head to her core. Flexing her fingers against the cold leather of his couch, she pushed back into him, bringing him home where he belonged.

  “I love watching my cock getting swallowed by this pussy. It’s easily going to be my favorite pastime.” Back and forth he moved in slow, agonizing drags. All the way in then almost all the way back out so just the tip of his dick remined in her pussy.

  She wriggled and he popped her on the ass. “Behave. Don’t rush me, Faye. I need to make sure this is as good for you as it is me.”

  “It is. I promise.”

  God, she sounded like a whiny brat. But she didn’t care, she wanted to be fucked.

  “Tell me what you want from me baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you, or what you want to do to me.”

  “Fuck me.”

  Another sensual glide in and he held it here. “I am.” The slow retreat. “My dick is in your pussy, although I think I’m claiming it, so it’s now my pussy.” In again for another hold.

  Her skin was on fire. Her entire body was. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t find focus on anything but him. Kaeden’s body and his voice.

  “Kaeden.”

  He squeezed her ass, drawing the cheeks apart. “I love the way you moan my name. I need answers, Faye. Talk to me.”

  “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Deep. Fast.”

  If her face hadn’t been nearly buried in a couch cushion, she may not have found the courage to tell him this.

  He withdrew and relaxed the grip on her ass.

  “That it?”

  She bit her lip as he drew her cheeks apart again as he pushed back inside her. Her moan sounded more like a scream to her ears.

  “No.”

  He was legit torturing her. Surely there was a law against this somewhere. Her legs had an ache in them from the heels she’d been in all evening. Not that it mattered, she wasn’t moving. Not away from this.

  She’d wanted this chance since she was younger and had realized her crush on the next door neighbor boy was no longer an innocent crush. She’d fallen in love with him and no matter what he, or anyone else, said about her being too young to know this. She didn’t doubt it for a second. Just like as she lay there, now, bent over the couch, she wouldn’t give up this night for anything.

  It may only be once that she was allowed to enjoy him in such a fashion, but she wasn’t going to decline the chance.

  “No?”

  “No.” The word was breathy and faint. She pushed back into him, but he laughed and held her immobile.

  “So tell me.” His touch skimmed up her spine and she wished more than anything her dress was off so his touch would be on skin. Her skin.

  “I want you to eat my pussy again.”

  “Done. What else?” He stroked deep again, a bit more power behind it this time, still not what she was after though.

  The words dangled on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them.

  I want you to love me like I love, and have always loved you.

  “Make me come.”

  “That’s a given, baby. But I know there’s more. How about I tell you what I want.”

  She wriggled her hips again and thank the good Lord, he pumped a bit faster, no longer making her wait so long between strokes.

  “I want you sitting on my face so I can eat this pussy of mine. I want to feel you come around my cock. Want those heels of yours digging into my back as I make you lose your voice from screaming my name.”

  He slid one hand around the front of her and circled her clit, giving her fast flicks and pushing her closer to the edge, she quite honestly, hadn’t gotten that far from.

  “I want to lay in bed with you and watch your face as you come around my cock. I want to take this ass of yours and fuck it too.” He bent over her, imprisoning her there, kissing the nape of her neck. “You’ll let me do it, won’t you?”

  “Yes, anything. Christ, Kaeden. I need to come.”

  He bit her shoulder before laving his tongue over the spot. “I need you to come.”

  Kaeden rotated her clit under his finger as he went faster and harder with his thrusts. Again, lifting her up on her toes with the force. She couldn’t get enough. Nails dug into the cushions, she struggled to find purchase.

  “Come for me, Faye.” He pinched her clit with that directive and she couldn’t help but listen.

  Arching away from the cushions, she screamed as she clamped around his dick. “Fuck yes!” he growled. “Do that again, milk this cock baby.”

  She tightened her internal muscles again as he came, a low roar rumbled from his chest.

  “So fucking tight and perfect.” He pulled out, turned her around and slid right back in.

  How he was still hard, she didn’t know. But she wasn’t complaining.

  “Legs around me, baby. We’re heading to bed.”

  She listened and he palmed her ass, lifting her with east. He carried her that way through the house to his bedroom, his cock, deep inside her, her dress rucked up around her waist, heels still on and his pants on unbutton
ed and unzipped but still up because of the belt he wore.

  He lowered her carefully to his king-sized bed and kissed her. This was different, not as aggressive. Tender almost.

  When she wound her arms around his neck, he murmured something and pressed her deeper into his mattress.

  “I think it’s about time I get this dress off you and see everything you have.”

  She didn’t want that. Wanted this to stay in the dark so she didn’t have to see any disappointment when he realized again, she wasn’t a stick figure. That she had curves and some rolls.

  His lips were against her ear once more when he sighed. “You’re beautiful Faye. No more hiding.”

  Kaeden kissed her again and she gave up trying to figure out a way to keep the room shrouded in darkness. Right now, she was all about focusing on him. And the pleasure she derived from being in his arms.

  The alarm burst through her slumber like a freaking foghorn. In the time it took her brain to figure out exactly where she was, for she knew this wasn’t her bed, there was a grunt and a slap as the body against hers rocked forward to slam a hand on the offending item. The act, pushed his hard cock against her ass.

  Where was she? One, too comfortable and she didn’t have any men in her bed. She didn’t know much but the arm around her completely naked midsection didn’t belong to her. Two, she didn’t ever sleep naked with a guy. Ever.

  Until now.

  It all came back in a rush. The gala, the tension, the blow job in the side room and the back bending, toe curling sex that was unlike anything she’d had in the past. Not that she’d had a lot of sex, but come on, she wasn’t a virgin. She’d known enough to compare.

  Kaeden was unmatchable. No one would come close.

  “Faye?”

  His low voice poured over her, reminding her body that it was ready for a few more rounds, no matter how bowlegged she would be walking later in the day.

  The struggle to maintain slow easy breathing was difficult but she couldn’t the day after talk of where he said it couldn’t happen again and shit like that. Tears burned her eyes as she held still and continued to breathe slow.

  He tried again. “Faye? You awake?”

  Not for all the money in Vegas was she going to respond to that with the affirmative.

  Kaeden flattened his hand across her belly and pulled her tighter to him. Lord knew she wanted to push that hand down to her pussy and just forget the rest of the world. She didn’t.

  He didn’t speak again, just took himself from bed to the bathroom. She debated on if she could make it while he was in there but decided to allow herself a few more moments of this once in a lifetime chance.

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  Kaeden rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. He hated having to leave Faye there to wake alone. He would have bet her awake, but she never said anything to him and he knew if he’d started kissing her, well he sure as fuck wouldn’t be here to the practice facility at this time of the morning.

  “Morning.”

  He turned and looked at Mitchell before grunting.

  “You know we have that long weekend coming up.” The man acted like he’d welcomed him into the bubble around him.

  “And what, you fucking want to get mani pedis together?”

  “Well, guess that tells me you didn’t get laid because you’re usually a shit ton chipper when you do. That’s good because I hate thinking of you putting that dick anywhere near my sister.”

  He hid his smile. It had been near her all right. “Get to the point, Mitchell.”

  “Going home. All three of us.” He shuffled his feet. “Thought it may be a nice surprise for the parental units.”

  “That’s actually a good idea. You broaching it with Faye?”

  “Fuck no. You need to. She’s still not talking to me.” He scraped a hand over his shorn hair. “I fucking miss my sister, man.”

  “Shouldn’t have been a dick to her then.”

  “I know but hard to apologize when they won’t give you a chance.”

  “You already have the tickets?”

  “Of course. And I cleared it with management. They’re okay so long as we keep out of trouble.”

  Kaeden smirked. “We’re going home. How much trouble can we get into?”

  They stared at each other before grinning evilly. “A helluva a lot.” They laughed it as they blurted it out together.

  Before they trotted out onto the field, he sent her a text letting her know he was taking her home this weekend and to make sure she set it up at work. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. Then he headed out onto the field and began warmups, wishing once more that he wasn’t out here, before the asscrack of dawn with a bunch of men about to get sweaty when he could be at home, in bed with his woman. And the one he wouldn’t have a problem getting all sweaty with. In fact, he looked forward to it with her.

  By the end of practice, he swiped up his phone and opened her response.

  Fine.

  That was it, one word. Nothing else.

  “Well, did you call her?”

  “I sent her a text before practice, Mitchell. She came back with fine.”

  Her brother frowned. “That’s it?”

  Turning the phone toward him, he nodded. “See for yourself.”

  “What did you do to her?”

  Kaeden threw up his hands. “What are you going on about now?”

  “That’s a very short response for my sister.”

  He shoved his phone into his bag and shouldered the strap. “Look, we don’t send each other a million texts a day. She’s helping me out but we’re not best friends. I’m sure she’s busy, she’s in class right now.”

  Mitchell watched him with suspicion but shrugged then walked off. Kaeden went to shower and afterward headed directly for his car. He needed to see her. Make sure they were okay.

  It wasn’t meant to be. She couldn’t be located at the shop or at her place and he was getting grumpy.

  So, he called.

  “Yes?”

  He frowned at the phone and looked to make sure he’d called the right number. He had. It wasn’t Faye’s voice.

  “Who is this?”

  “Randy. I know this is Kaeden, but she can’t come to the phone right now. She’s sleeping.”

  He glanced at his watch. “Why?”

  “Because we had a hard day and someone kept her up all night. At least that’s what I’m taking away from the marks on her neck and the bags under her eyes.”

  Yeah, he smirked a bit at that one.

  “Where is she?”

  “At my place and no, I’m not telling you where that is. She needs to rest and from the looks of her, if you come get her, she won’t be getting anymore of that.”

  That was the truth. He pushed a hand through his hair. “Did she tell you about heading home?”

  “She did. And because I know my girl, she’s going to try to find a way out of it, so you leave her alone for the next two days and I’ll have her to the airport to meet you.”

  “How do you know when we’re leaving?”

  “I do talk to her brother.” Censure in her tone.

  “Thank you, Randy. Take good care of my girl.”

  “She was my girl first.” She ended the call.

  Kaeden shook his head. “No, actually, she’s always been mine.”

  Leaving her alone for the next day and a half wasn’t easy. He pushed his workouts and stayed late at practice. After they were done on Thursday, he and Mitchell drove to his place, grabbed their bags and called an Uber to the airport.

  “What about Faye?” Mitchell asked as he slid into the backseat of the SUV.

  “Randy said she’d have her there to meet us.”

  “Okay then.”

  He cut his gaze to his best friend. “Not worried?”

  “Not if Randy said she would have her there. I think she was General McCarthy in another life.” A quirk of his lips. “Or Atilla. Not sure which. Either way, people don’t disagree wi
th her.”

  He dropped his head back against the seat and listened to Mitchell talk to the driver as they made the jaunt over the river into Portland and the airport. All he could think about was Faye.

  Fuck, his cock stirred as her image popped into his head. He didn’t need to be walking through the airport with a fucking boner. Trying to think of things to kill it, he swore when they arrived and it was only half gone.

  They went inside and he pulled out his phone to text her, but he pushed it into his pocket as his gaze landed on her, standing off to the side by the check-in.

  “Mitchell.” He jerked his head toward the man’s sister and headed to her side. “Hey baby.” Dipping his head for a kiss, he closed his eyes when she moaned into his mouth. “Where’s your luggage?”

  “Already checked in. I was waiting for you two.” She put cool eyes on her brother. “Mitchell.”

  “Faye.”

  Part of Kaeden had sympathy for Mitchell, he could see all over the man’s face how much he wanted to mend fences with his sister, but she wasn’t giving him an inch. She waited while they checked their bags as well. Then the three of them walked through to security and the first class line.

  Both he and Mitchell had ball caps on, but it didn’t take too long before they were recognized. Faye, didn’t stop to wait for them, just went through the check and walked away.

  “Your sister,” he muttered to Mitchell.

  “Your girlfriend.” Mitchell pointed at him.

  Kaeden gave a cheesy grin. “Fuck yeah. Let’s go catch up with her before she convinces the pilot to leave us here.”

  Easier said than done. They were waylaid by fans who wanted photos and autographs. When they reached their gate, he saw Faye sitting in a chair, nose in a book. Like an actual book, not, an ebook.

  Without waiting for her to look up and acknowledge him, he slid on the hard plastic seat beside her and kissed her cheek. “Whatcha reading?”

  “The Silmarillion.”

  He blinked and plucked the book from her hands. “What’s that?”

  “It’s by the man who wrote The Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien.”

  “The movie.”

  She shrugged. “The books were turned into movies. This came before those books.” She beckoned with her hand. “May I have it back please?”