by Joanna Blake
So help me, I kissed him back.
PUSH
Joanna Blake
She was putty in my hands. That was good. Unfortunately, I was putty in her hands as well.
If putty ever got rock hard.
I was rolling around on the couch with Rosalie like a teenager. I definitely felt like a teenager. Overexcited and overeager. Of course, I hadn't had top shelf vodka or a plush sectional like this back then.
I hadn't had her either.
She was everything a man could wish for. Sweet and willing. Even her lack of experience was adding to the hotness of it all. And this was already off the charts hot.
I was itching to take her clothes off but I was afraid she would bolt. Instead I kept this up, working her through her clothes until we were both at a fever pitch.
To say I was turned on would be an understatement.
I had a feeling I was going to come just from the gentle rocking of her hips beneath me. Just from the tiny thrusts I was making against her softness. I didn't even need to be inside her.
I was going to cream my pants if I didn't stop.
Now, that would be embarrassing. Especially for a professional like me.
I pulled back, staring down at her.
Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed, her lips puffy from my kisses. I could do anything to her at that moment, and I doubt she would have stopped me. I had lots of ideas about what sort of things I should do.
Too many ideas.
I groaned. I needed to stop this. But not quite yet.
"I want to see you. Please... just let me look. I won't touch."
She nodded, her lips slightly parted.
"Can I take you into the bedroom?"
This was her chance to bolt. To run from the man who was trying to take something that didn't belong to him. That couldn't belong to him.
But she didn't know any of that. I was just a handsome friend who wanted to touch her. And in some twisted way, that was also true.
Not that it mattered.
I was going to get inside her, one way or the other. I just wasn't sure I could live with myself if I did it like this. She was buzzed, and had no idea of the seductive techniques I was using on her.
I wasn't just experienced. I was an expert.
It didn't seem fair.
Though, technically, that was the reason I was here to begin with.
"Alright."
And just like that, all my will power went up in a cloud of smoke.
I scooped her up into my arms, loving the way she felt cradled against my chest. I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down again. This time we could spread out.
This time we could... do things.
Explore.
I pulled my shirt off and she reached for me. I shook my head 'no.'
"Not yet. Turn over."
She did as I asked as I groaned at the sight of her narrow back and high round ass encased in that tiny dress. Rebecca had done her job of tarting Rosie up.
Too well.
I reached for the zipper, pulling it down slowly. I tried to steady my breathing as I peeled it off her. Then I rolled her to her back and stared down at her. I reached for her, letting my fingers and eyes take her in. I reveled in the sight of her slender, curvy, incredibly delectable body.
Her beautiful, delectable, untouched body.
Until now. I ran my fingertips over her skin, watching her react to my touch. Her mouth was open as she lay there, letting me do what I wanted to her.
Then when I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled her into my arms.
Player
Joanna Blake
"Yo' Fitz! Your turn man."
I looked up to see Kyle grinning stupidly as the stripper finished grinding on him. The song was ending and Kyle had his hands all over the dancer's generous ass. The girl, Crystal something or other, was only wearing a g-string. Her tanned skin gleamed in the dim light.
I drank deeply from my twenty-dollar beer. Thankfully drinks were free for the team. As were the lap dances. And anything else that might arise.
Players frequently went home with the dancers from the club. I had myself more than once. The girls were severely hot and more than accommodating. Not to mention flexible.
I shook my head. To be honest, I felt kind of disgusting the last time I woke up next to a girl whose makeup was smeared all over the pillow case. And the sheets. And my cock. When I was drunk, then yeah, I didn't mind so much. But after...
Lately all the girls I boned made me feel that way. The strippers, the groupies, the co-eds. I'd even picked up a housewife at a bar just a week ago. Well, to be honest. She'd picked me up.
But something about it was leaving me unsatisfied.
More than unsatisfied.
I felt fucking dirty.
If I was honest, I preferred the natural look. Like that gorgeous brunette in my economy class. She might be a freshman, but she had all the right equipment. Huge green eyes, a cute nose, gorgeous lips, and the best tits I'd seen in my entire life.
My God those tits could stop traffic. Not to mention her legs were about a mile long. They'd look nice wrapped around me as I drove in and out of her sweet little box.
I adjusted my junk. I was hard just thinking about it.
The dancer walked towards me with a question in her eyes.
"I'll pass."
I wasn't drunk enough to enjoy this tonight. Even after winning yet another game. I should be riding high but instead I just wanted to be alone.
The thing was, I was hardly fucking ever alone.
My teammates, the fans, girls. I was the center of attention. Non-stop.
Growing up, I'd had the opposite problem. My mom had worked two jobs. Sometimes three. And we'd still been dirt poor.
Fuck, poorer than that.
Mud poor.
If you'd ever seen the neighborhood I grew up in, it was probably on the news. Some reporter talking about crime rates. Or how depressed the south side of Chicago was. And how everyone who lived there was either a vandal or a hoodlum.
Or both.
I'd like to say that I hadn't been one of those criminals but that would be a lie. I'd jacked car stereos, bikes, anything. The only thing that had saved me from ending up in prison was football.
The sport of kings.
Look at me now. I was the top of the heap. The King of Kings.
And I was still fucking covered in mud.
A Bad Boy For Summer
Joanna Blake
I threw my arm over the back of the seat and looked to the side, letting my eyes slide over her body. Frannie didn't seem to notice. Her hands were gripping the bar that had locked us into place in the Ferris wheel seat.
I leaned back and watched her as the ride started to spin.
She looked like a little kid, nervous and excited. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes sparkled when she turned to look at me.
"I thought you didn't like Ferris wheels."
"I don't! I'm petrified."
I grinned at her.
"I'll protect you."
She laughed as if that were the wittiest thing I could have said. I laughed too, her laughter was that infectious. As soon as we got to the top of the wheel I slid over to her. Her face was startled as she looked into my eyes. My eyes lowered to her soft inviting lips.
I leaned in and tilted my head, angling my mouth against hers.
Her lips felt like pillows underneath mine. Warm and sweet. Her breath mingled with mine as I slowly eased into the kiss, nibbling and licking her until she opened her mouth.
Then the kiss went wild.
My hands reached for her hips as I pulled her against me. Her breasts mashed against my chest and I moaned, diving back into her mouth to tangle my tongue with hers.
I felt like my dick was a fucking rocket, it was so ready to lift off.
The next thing I knew the ride had stopped and a crowd of people were staring at us. I guess we didn't notice. I wanted the ride to go on a
nd on. As it was I had to hold my jacket in front of me as I climbed out.
I glanced at Frannie. Her pretty lips were swollen and pouting. I wanted to get horizontal with her right fucking now.
Jesus Christ, what was she doing to me?
The girl had the moves that was for fucking sure.
I took her hand and pulled her toward the boardwalk, desperately looking for a place to be alone with her. She smiled at me shyly. There was an innocence in her gaze that made me absolutely sure that she had no fucking clue what I had in mind.
I had a sinking feeling that Frannie was a good girl. That her innocence might be a problem. That it might take more than a Ferris wheel ride to get into her pants. It wasn't going to stop me from trying though.
I knew something else too.
I knew it without a doubt.
This girl was going to be mine.