Play for Keeps
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“I’m calling you trouble.”
Millie beamed up at him. “Well, I think we both know you’re probably right.”
“I’m feeling the need to try to teach you a lesson.”
Finely arched brows rose. “You can try.”
The words were scarcely out of her mouth before he bent down and hoisted her up over his shoulder. Formidable as she was, the woman hardly weighed more than his father’s overburdened golf bag. Delighting in her squeal and squirms, he stalked toward the master bedroom. By the time they crossed the threshold, Millie had stopped writhing and started cooing.
“Oh, you’re so big and strong, Coach Handsome. Promise you won’t hurt me. I’m only a girl,” she added with a phony giggle.
She’d pitched her voice high and tried for breathy. The effect was something between a defective foghorn and his ex-wife in a wheedling mood. The combination set his teeth on edge. “Stop.”
The order made her laugh, but it was her real laugh. Throaty and full. Pure pleasure rolled over him like summer thunder, low and rumbly. The sound reverberated through him, making the hairs on his arms stand on end and his dick harden. He stepped up the pace, hoping to get to the bed before his desire for this obstinate woman hobbled him. He made it in the nick of time.
Ty dropped her onto the bed, and she spread her arms wide across the mattress as she scuttled to find a more dignified position, laughing the whole time. The sound of her happiness bounced off his bedroom walls and cut his legs out from under him. He fell on her with a grin and a growl, hoping to sustain the carefree, playful air between them. His fingers skimmed over her rib cage, and she wriggled beneath him. He planted a loud, sucking kiss to the side of her neck. She yelped another laugh, this one accompanied by a protest so absurdly lacking in vehemence, it might as well have been an invitation. He teased the tender flesh with the tip of his tongue, and her giggle segued into a gasp.
Millie planted both hands on his shoulders and pushed. His mouth curved into a smile, and he gave enough resistance to make her increase her efforts. He wanted her giving one hundred and ten percent this time around. No rush to the finish line. This time, he wanted their lovemaking to be more on pace with a marathon than a sprint.
“Tell me you want me,” he ordered.
She pursed her pink lips and gave him a pitying look. “Aw, are you feeling a little needy?”
He shifted to one side and slid his leg up until the meat of his thigh pressed hard against her pussy. Her hips rose off the mattress, her body straining to meet his demands. “I have a lot of needs, but ego-stroking isn’t one of them.”
Her smile heated as she let her hand slip between their bodies and start its teasing slide down to his cock. “How about I stroke something else?”
“Yes, please.”
“So polite.” She cooed the words, but the grip she took on his dick was anything but sweet and playful. “How do you want me?” she asked, her breath hitching as she gave him a hard stroke. “Slow? Fast? Soft and gentle, or do you like things a little…rough?”
He kissed her. Partly to shut her up long enough for his brain to engage again, but mostly because he loved the taste of her. Sweet. Spicy. Hot. Kissing Millie was something like shoving an entire pack of cinnamon gum into his mouth. The heat and flavor nearly unbearable, the sugary shock of her addictive.
“I want you to suck me.”
Her hand stilled, and her gaze flicked up to meet his. The words, stark and unadorned with any of his usual niceties, seemed to jolt her. Truth was, the simple statement shocked him as well. He hadn’t been so blunt with a woman since his days of banging groupies. An apology sprang to the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it at the last second.
Millie’s mouth—the mobile mouth that drove him to distraction—curved up at the corners. “Do you?”
Her saucy smile erased all thoughts of apologies and rescinding the request. He’d told her what he wanted, and he didn’t want to back down. Excitement pulsed through his veins. But unlike the short, sharp strobes pushing him too quickly to the brink, this surge of desire made his blood run slow and sluggish. As if he had all the time in the world, and she was his to command.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Still smiling, she wet her lips, then popped the collar on his shirt so the tips stood up around her ears. “I didn’t hear the magic word.”
The games they’d played on the phone came rushing back in time to keep him from making a huge tactical error. Of all the teases and taunts they’d exchanged, this was one he would not lose. Whether he had what she wanted or needed was for her to decide. He’d be damned if he forfeited his pride to a woman again. Particularly not one who’d been clawing his back a short time before.
“I won’t beg you.”
“You will if you want me bad enough,” she taunted.
The lilt in her voice told him she issued the challenge with the same gravity as a playground double-dog dare. He smirked in response, then bent to nuzzle the creamy skin exposed by the open collar. Her back arched when his teeth scraped the rise of one breast. “Never mind. I can find other ways of entertaining myself.”
“No, I want to,” she said, grappling for a hold on him as he slid down her body.
“Nah, that’s okay.” Ducking under the shirttail, he pressed a lingering kiss to the juncture of her hip and thigh. Then he let his tongue trace the tender crevice leading to the sweet folds of her pussy. “I’ll just…” He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his soap mixed with her arousal. Then he buried his nose in the downy nest of curls. “This seems as good a place as any to hang around a bit.”
“Oh, it’s a great place,” she answered with a husky laugh. And Millie, being Millie, spread her legs wider in blatant invitation. “Stay as long as you like.”
He brushed a kiss across the curve of her belly, a chuckle rolling through him. “So generous.” Clasping the insides of her thighs, he spread her wider still. “Accommodating.”
She moaned as his breath ruffled those damp curls. Millie pressed her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips off the bed, offering her pussy up like a trophy. “That’s me. Putty in your hands.”
Oh, yes. She’d be wet. And hot. And so fucking tight, he could lose his mind. If he hadn’t been raised believing without pain, he’d achieve no gain, he might have broken. But Ty was a professional athlete. A team player. She didn’t realize she was trying to toy with a man long accustomed to finding triumph through hard work, self-denial, and the ingrained notion that no single player could carry the day every day.
He glanced down at his hands. She might be putty, but he was hard as granite. The tips of his fingers sank into pliant flesh. His palms curved to fit the bend of her knees. He was more than twice her size and more stubborn than she could ever imagine. Raising his head, he waited until their eyes met and held. “Maybe I should wait for you to say the magic word.”
Her laugh came fast and breathless. “I’m not that easy.”
“All evidence to the contrary.”
“I’m being polite.”
She added a smirk to the prim statement, which only served to increase his determination. Releasing his hold on one leg, he trailed the very tips of his fingers along the seam of her pussy. He wasn’t wrong. She was wet. And impossibly hot. Without breaking eye contact, he thrust one finger into her wet welcome.
Millie gasped, but he withdrew before she could get a word out. Planting his other hand on the mattress, he stretched up over her again. Her eyes widened with shock, then darkened with arousal when he traced her lower lip with his wet finger, coating the pillowy softness with the evidence of her own arousal.
“Suck me,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and raspy.
And God help him, she did.
Eyes open but heavy-lidded, she drew the digit into her mouth. Her tongue curled around his finger, the very tip barely
grazing his knuckle. She pulled him deep, sucking hard enough to make his eyes cross. He closed them, unwilling to give her even that small concession. Not until she gave up something of herself.
But of course, she wouldn’t. Not easily. Millie sucked his finger the way he dreamed of her working his dick. Fast, hard, relentless. He felt each pull down to the soles of his feet. Her mouth was hot and plush. He wanted to swap appendages. Demand she do the little flicker thing she was doing with her tongue to his dick instead.
His mind clouded, but he didn’t have to be a genius to realize Millie was as turned on by this game of brinksmanship as he was. She moved beneath him, her hips bucking and her legs restless. At last, she hooked a foot behind his knee and pressed his leg down so she could grind against his thigh. She rode him like a rodeo queen, her body gyrating in every possible direction, but she kept her seat. The heat of her pussy emanated through the thin nylon of his sweats.
“Huh-uh.” He wasn’t about to let her push him to the brink again. Not like this. Not so fast. He yanked his finger from her mouth and raised himself, holding his body up and away from hers. “You’re not gonna rush me.”
“What if I have a curfew?”
“You’ll miss it.” Pressing into his hands, he lowered to kiss her. Her hands closed around his biceps. He smiled against her mouth when she gave him an appreciative squeeze and purr. “Like that?” he asked, lifting onto his toes and following through until his arms were fully extended.
Never one to miss an opportunity, Millie flashed a million-watt smile, hooked her thumbs into his waistband, and promptly pantsed him. “Do it again,” she cooed, running the flats of her palms over his stomach.
He did as she asked. Her mouth was wet and eager, each swipe of her velvet tongue pure temptation. When he pushed up again, the tip of his cock caught the tail of the shirt she still wore. He tucked his chin to his chest and stared, captivated by every nuance of the sight. The glowing translucence of her skin against the deep blue of his shirt. Her sleek, willowy frame smothered in the voluminous fabric. Three tiny, plastic buttons kept her breasts hidden from view, but the bottom of the shirt fell open, exposing the riot of dark curls and the place he most wanted to be.
“The red hair suits you,” he said as he dipped down again. “But I have to say the brown is pretty hot too.”
“I’ve always felt like more of a redhead.” Her lips curved into an inviting smile. “Took me a while to find the right shade. I’m not really the carrot type.”
He kissed her slow and deep, their tongues circling in a sensuous, hands-in-each-other’s-back-pockets kind of dance. He felt her wriggle her hands between their bodies. She got one button open before her intention registered. Breaking the kiss, he shook his head and growled. “No. Leave the shirt on.”
A huffy laugh escaped her, but those busy hands fell to her sides. “Okay.”
“I like the way you look in my clothes.” He kissed his way down the taut tendon in her neck, then allowed himself the luxury of licking a path along her collarbone to the hollow of her throat. “I like how you look in my bed.” Hoisting his weight one more time, he rolled to the side and reached for the nightstand. “But what I like best is being inside you.”
He tore open the condom wrapper, mentally congratulating himself for not using the word that sprang to mind first. Love. He loved being inside her. But he didn’t dare use the big l-word in any context. Not when he had her right where she belonged.
Millie’s breath hitched when he pushed into her wet heat. Her pussy closed around him, swollen tight from their previous encounters. Conscious she might be a little sore—hell, he was—Ty moved slowly, sinking into her inch by mind-blowing inch. When he was seated deep inside her, he paused to catch his own breath. Millie made a soft mewling noise in the back of her throat and squirmed. Somewhere in the depths of his sex-addled brain, he recognized the noise, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on why. All he knew was the squeak had about the same effect as a ref’s whistle on him.
He moved cautiously at first, gliding in and out of her snug pussy with excruciating care. Biting the inside of his cheek, he watched and waited while she adjusted, wriggling her hips until they met at the right angle. Then she wound those long, lean legs around him, tilted up to meet his thrust, and smiled beatifically.
“Ten bucks says you can’t make me come again,” she whispered.
The challenge made him stumble, but he soon caught up to pace. Bracing his weight on his forearm, he wedged his hand into the nonexistent space between them. “I’ll take that bet.”
“Nuh-uh.” She clamped a hand around his arm and yanked. “No hands, sport.”
Growling deep in his throat, he acquiesced to her request. “Fine. Game on.”
Shifting his weight forward, he pressed into his knees and changed the angle. Pushing into her from above, the shaft of his dick trailed along her slick clit with every stroke. “Like this? Will this get you off, Mil?”
She made the squawky noise again, and Ty knew he’d hit the right spot.
“Gonna get me too, but I can wait. Oh, I can wait.” His breath came harder. He was pretty much lying his ass off about the waiting thing. Thankfully, her pussy was getting tighter still with every stroke, and those maddening gasps and grunts were coming fast and furious now. Greedy for more of them, he picked up the tempo. “I’ll wait, Millie. I can hold off. As long as it takes. I’m gonna win.”
And win he did. Big. Her fingernails bit into his back as the first shudder rolled through her. If he wasn’t mistaken, the last gasp sounded a lot like his name. And then she screamed. Not long or loud. Barely more than a yelp, really, but Ty couldn’t hold back. Those slippery, sweet walls clamped tightly around him, and the next thing he knew, he was coming again. This time, his climax was far more feeling than force, but Ty couldn’t give less of a damn if he tried.
She owed him ten bucks.
Chapter 12
Millie was exhausted, and not because she’d spent the night being worked over by her lusty new lover. No. For the first time in her life, she had gone and fallen into bed with a man of his word. The minute their breathing slowed, Ty had rolled off the edge of the mattress and began stalking around the room, moving with the lithe grace of a panther. He’d gathered her discarded clothing and placed the pile on the end of the bed before disappearing into the attached bath.
He’d returned as promised, plucked up the jeans she’d peeled him out of earlier that evening, and thrust his long legs into the tangled denim. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”
But it didn’t matter if she slept in her own bed or not; the man was responsible for the dark circles under her eyes. She’d tossed and turned all night. Thoughts of Ty and their romp in bed chased her through her morning run. She’d even dressed for him. Slim cigarette pants and a crisp, white shirt. She’d slicked her mouth with her favorite lipstick, Rapscallion Red, and then left her house, determined to make him pay for her lack of sleep.
Thirty minutes later, she breezed through the door of the Warrior Center with her tote swinging from the crook of her elbow and enough swagger to do a sailor proud. She nodded to a couple of students hauling massive equipment duffels, floated a flirty smile at one of Danny’s assistant coaches as he wandered past with his phone pressed to his ear, and waved to the athletics editor of the Warrior Weekly. Without breaking stride, she hooked a sharp right into Kate’s office.
“I’m thinking we should hit the mall tonight,” she announced. “I have need for new lingerie.”
“I’m sorry, think I have a colonic scheduled this evening,” Kate replied without missing a beat.
Millie stopped short when she spotted the hot hunk of man sprawled in the guest chair across from her best friend. The tablet perched on Ty’s knee was dark and smudged with fingerprints. He craned his neck to look back at her. The smile he wore stretched from ear to ear. “Hey, Millie.”
Kate choked on a laugh. Slapping a hand to her chest, she threw her head back and let loose. “Wow. Okay, well, I guess I don’t have to ask what you kids did last night.”
“We played Monopoly.” Millie strolled the rest of the way into the office, hoping they couldn’t hear the thudding of her heart. “I bankrupted him with my hotels.” She smirked at Ty. “Are you in here begging for a little lunch money? Our Katie isn’t just a winner. She’s carrying cash around in those bags with the dollar signs now.”
Ty inclined his head, acknowledging the hit. “I’ve got lunch covered, thanks.” He picked up the tablet and rose to his full height, inch by spectacular inch. “I was dropping off a jersey for the Kids Kare auction, but I’d be happy to make a donation to the lingerie fund if you’re accepting contributions.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Maybe you’d like to go with me?”
Ty chuckled. “Well, luckily, I do not have an enema scheduled, but I do have a practice to run.” He lifted a hand in farewell to Kate, then sidled past Millie. “But if you’re looking for input, I like the pretty, lacy things more than the hooker stuff.”
“Hooker stuff?” Kate and Millie asked in unison.
Ty shrugged and started toward the door, unfazed by their questioning. “If you see something you think my ex-wife would have picked out, you’ll know what I mean.”
He took off before either of them could respond.
Millie watched until he disappeared, then swallowed a sigh as she leveled a pointed look at Kate. “Sadly, I know exactly what he means.”
Kate nodded. “I do too.” Her smile shone a shade too eager as she said, “Take a seat.”
Shaking her head, Millie hiked her tote a little higher on her arm. “I really need to get—”