by SE Hall
They continue to talk for a few seconds, working on the details of whatever he’s planning as I start to chop the vegetables. He leans on the bar when he drops his phone to the granite, turning it off before he does. “She cooks too. Holy fuck, I don’t think I can handle all of this.” His teasing has me smiling and shaking my head.
“Are there really women out there that can’t cook?” I have to ask, because even with the money my family has, I’ve always enjoyed doing the normal domestic things that everyone does. I’ve learned it’s something that keeps me humble.
“You have no fucking idea how worthless some of them can be.” His tone says he has plenty of experience, not that I’d expect anything different from a quarterback in the NFL.
“Well, I actually enjoy cooking. How do you like fajitas? I noticed you had some chicken in the freezer.”
“Sounds perfect as long as I get to help.” He walks around the bar before he pins my hips against it with his own. He slides his hands up my stomach and over my chest while I work to stay focused on cutting.
“Is this your idea of helping?” He breathes against my ear as I talk, sending chills over my heated body as I try to speak to him.
“I could stop if my touch bothers you.” He slides his right hand between my legs and puts pressure against my already sensitive body.
I pant through my response as I try to seem unaffected. “You know it doesn’t bother me, but I don’t know if we’ll make it through this cooking session if you continue like this.”
“Ehhh. I can just order.” He spins me around, dodging the knife as he does. I slide it back behind me and grip the counter as he attacks me with his kisses. I knew tonight would go just like this when I offered to come over. Call me what you want to, but this man has me on the edge of an orgasm every time I get near him. I guess you could say I’m intrigued by him and even though I know it can’t last much longer, I know I want to enjoy this side of Rush Riggins while I can.
“No, I want to cook for you. You’ll have to hit the pause button on all of this until I’m done.” He squeezes me close to him one last time before he takes a step back.
“Alright then, I’ll go shower… unless you’d like to do that for me too?” His hungry eyes hit me and I decide this cooking thing is completely overrated. I’m sure I saw stuff for a sandwich in there if we start to starve. I walk to the stove and shut off the only burner I have lit and start walking to his bedroom. I don’t hear any footsteps following me, so I lift my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor as I walk.
My shoes and jeans are next, littering a path for him to chase me all the way into the bathroom. I look over my shoulder and see a darkness in his eyes that I’m getting used to. It means I’ve pushed him to his limit and he’s about to take control and send me to all new heights as he does each time we’re together. He stops a few feet behind me as I let my bra slide out of my fingers. I can feel him watching me long before he touches me as I slide my panties down my legs.
I’ve never had a man devour me like he does. His touch practically burns as it warms my body with the heat he sends straight to my core. It’s becoming addicting and I find myself instantly cold when I leave his grip and move to reach the shower knobs. Before I have a chance to test the water, he’s picking me up and rushing me to the far wall of the shower. He’s still in his shorts, but loses them the second my back touches the tile.
He lifts me until my legs are wrapped around his waist, allowing him to be inside me without a second thought. I can feel him throbbing inside me as his mouth moves over my chest. “Tell me you’re on birth control. Tell me I don’t have to leave this right here and go find a condom.” His voice is even deeper than normal and his eyes focus hard on mine as I process what he’s asking. This is something I’ve never done before and even though it’s not like me, I nod a yes before I grab his neck and pull his lips against mine, giving him his answer. His groan as he rotates his hips against me matches the desperation I’m feeling inside, but his movements don’t.
“We have all night.” He kisses me roughly before he pulls away to talk to me again. “And that’s how long I plan to spend exploring. Every. Single. Inch. Of you.” He’s nibbling and torturing me between every word, making me wish he’d go back to having that rushing sense of urgency because this may drive me crazy.
I grip his wet hair and pull, hoping I can trigger him to speed things up, and find myself cringing as I feel the desperation flowing through my body. Who am I right now? How have I let this man get to me like he has in such a short time and when did I become a sex crazed lunatic that would purposely put herself in a situation like this when I know it’s not something that will last forever? Maybe if I can scratch this horny itch, I’ll be able to walk away from him, like I know I need to do. He’s the typical athlete persona and the last thing I want is a cocky guy who’s used to getting everything he wants, including any woman he snaps his fingers at. The women that flock to these teams have no morals and it’s just how it goes. More times than not, the guys bite the temptation that’s presented even when they have it all at home.
I push my thoughts to the back of my head, when I see him notice my shifting attention. He moves me against a different wall where the water can run over my body, never pulling out in the process. He grinds perfectly, shoving all my doubts to the back of my mind and forcing me to only think about what’s right here in front of me. Rush Riggins. The talented quarterback who’s even more gifted in the bedroom than he is on the field.
Chapter Seventeen
RUSH
I’m hanging on to my last shred of restraint by a fucking thread, my dick aching harder to pound her into oblivion the more time I spend kissing her. I want to take this slow, show her I’m not only out to fuck, but she’s making it very difficult with the soft little moans of appreciation she lets out every time I move in even the slightest way. I’m bare inside her. I never go bareback, but with Ava… I have no worries, just the unfuckingbelievable way she makes me feel.
Shaking all the emotional shit aside, I start to rock my hips again. Her nipples are perked into hard points, the hot water running over us as I take one in my mouth. She arches forward, wanting more, and scrapes her nails down my back. And with that small bite of pain, I lose all control.
“Fuck, Ava,” I groan, my forehead against hers. “So fucking good, baby.” Rolling my hips harder, I drive into her with crazed force, sliding her further up the wall. She’s beautiful—eyes closed, biting her bottom lip as I take us toward explosion.
Her chest is smashed to mine and some of her wet hair is stuck to my face. I stop moving to grip her hair, but she’s too far gone to wait. “More,” she pants, grinding down on me. Her pace is different than mine, but feels just as good on my dick as she gyrates in a circular motion while clenching, tight as fuck, around me. I lean back to watch her take me inside over and over. So goddamn sexy. Her tits bounce as she moves, and when she whispers my name, my eyes find hers. I stare into them, growling my pride, as they darken with raw desire.
She exhales sharply when she shifts her hips forward, pulling me in even deeper. “You like that?” I grunt.
“Mhmm,” she purrs. “Love it.”
Seeing her like this makes me crazy; I only wish she’d let her guard down more often. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to waste one second of this rare moment with wishing.
No, I’m gonna make her just as insane as she’s making me. Imprint myself upon her so she feels me tomorrow, thinks about me all day. I lift her off my dick, and up the wall, easily hoisting both her legs over my shoulders. She squeals and wiggles at first, but once I get started, she slaps her palms against the tiles and steadies herself.
Her sweet ass in both hands, I use my shoulders to push on the inside of her thighs. “Wide open, Ava. Need to taste you, baby.”
She moans and slowly complies, spreading her legs and showing me her swollen, soaking wet pussy. I dive in, licking, sucking and nipping between her legs until
she’s yanking my hair and writhing through an orgasm. I bite down lightly on her clit as she hits her peak, sending her into a second frenzy of sensations and screams. A perfect blend of chaos and satisfaction, rushing straight to my bulging dick.
“Oh my God, Rush. I can’t.” She tries to squirm away from my mouth, but I haul her even closer, forcing her to ride out the orgasm all the way to the end. My Ava’s never experienced anyone like me before; it’s been obvious every time I’ve had her, and there’s something about knowing my effect on her that hits me deep inside. A pride, happiness, like nothing I’ve ever imagined feeling. I thrive on taking her places she’s never been… and it seems she’s doing the same to me.
I skate her down the wall until we’re face to face, both struggling to catch our breath. She tugs my mouth to hers, anxiously kissing me as I plunge inside her again, putting her back where she belongs. On my dick.
“You have about three seconds to wash anything you want to before I take us to my bed,” I warn in a throaty rasp.
“You’re so damn bossy,” she counters breathlessly.
“And you like it, or you wouldn’t be in my shower.” She slides her legs down mine, so I pull out, allowing her to stand on her own two feet. “Wait, you’re actually gonna wash something?” I ask as she reaches for the bottle of soap.
“Yeah,” she laughs. “I am. Mhmm, I love the smell of this soap.” She holds it in front of her nose and inhales before pouring some in her hand. “Smells like a clean. Sexy. Man.” She enunciates each word, slowly gliding her hand up and down my dick, spreading the soap over it entirely. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” she orders in a rich, sexy tone, leaving me no choice but to do as she says, praying like hell she doesn’t attempt, anywhere near my ass. Not how I roll… not even for her.
The soap makes an awkward sound as she squeezes more into her hand then runs her slick hands down my back. My muscles tense up as she makes her way along every inch of my back and arms then steps between me and the wall, continuing with her trail of soap until she’s caressed all of me. I slip in a few kisses but never move my hands from the wall, enjoying this sassy, controlling side of her.
The water rinses the soap suds off faster than she can spread them, but it’s the mind game she’s playing that has me most fascinated. She’s teasing me with her nipples, letting them brush across my skin every chance she gets, stealing peeks at me to catch my reaction. Her lips are swollen from our kissing and it’s when she starts sinking lower that my mind envisions how sexy they’d look wrapped around my cock.
As though reading my mind, she goes to her knees, trying to circle my dick with her hand. She looks up at me, blinking her long lashes, giving me a glimpse of those baby blues as she takes me to the back of her throat. Fuck. Naughty Ava is going to kill me.
I turn so the water doesn’t run in her face, not wanting this to stop anytime soon. She tightens her hand around the base of my cock, working it as she sucks the tip into her mouth, that wicked tongue of hers sending chills through my body every time she slides it up my dick. I fight the urge to yank on her hair and force her further down my cock. But she reminds me just how sexually in sync we are, grabbing my hips and doing it herself. “Fuckkkk. Just like that, Ava.”
She’s about to make me explode and there’s no fucking way I’m going out like that. I have so much more to do with her before that happens, and the last place I plan to come is in her mouth. “Come here, baby.” I take her gently by the shoulders and guide her to her feet then grab the soap, making a mental note to get her some girly kind for the next time she’s here. For tonight though, she’ll have to smell like mine. Like me. I want to rub my hands all over her body, like she did mine. Sweet Ava needs to feel my touch, experience what I did, and then I’m sure this will have to be rushed to the bedroom.
I lift her hands over her head and use my body to push her back against the wall. Gripping both her wrists in one hand, I use the other to trace every nuance of her, from the curve of one breast all the way around to her ass.
“Keep them up,” I rumble, letting go of her wrists to allow my other hand the same chance to roam. Her flesh breaks out in goose bumps as my fingers skim over her. “You like this?”
She hums in response and puckers her lips as I graze the tip of my finger down her cheek, so I pull her mouth to mine for another taste. Brushing her hair off one shoulder, I spin her around until she’s facing the wall, treating myself to a perfect view of her flawless back and incredible ass.
“You make me insane,” I whisper on her neck as I slip my hand around and down between her legs. The soap’s long gone, yet I can’t stop touching her long enough to get more. “Can you still feel my tongue right here?” I slide a finger inside her, but only partially, on purpose… testing just how much I affect her.
“Yes,” she moans, breathless yet filled with desire.
“Tell me you want to feel me there again.” She closes her eyes and lets loose a tiny whimper, knowing where I’m headed with this, I’m sure.
“Yes.”
“No, Ava, tell me exactly what you want.” I gruffly urge her to play my game, teasing my finger just a bit deeper.
“I want to feel you.” She can barely speak as I continue to pinch and rub her clit.
“What part of me is it you want to feel?” Go ahead Ava. Tell me that you can’t stand it any longer, that you need my cock.
Suddenly, she halts everything. Her body goes rigid and she opens her eyes to stare at the wall while jerking my hand out from between her legs. Next, she shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, leaving me standing there with a raging hard-on and no fucking idea what just happened.
I watch in shocked ignorance as she wraps a towel around her body and twists her hair up in another one before leaving the room. What the hell? I jump out of the shower and skip drying off to follow her.
“What are you doing?” I catch her bending over to pick up her jeans as I enter the room.
“I can’t do this. It’s, just too much.”
I step in front of her and take hold of her wrist, the one attached to the hand with a death grip on her jeans. “No it’s not,” I grate out rougher than I mean to… but damn.
Her eyes snap to mine, all traces of lust replaced with doubt and worry. “Yes, it is, Rush. I can’t keep wanting you like I do, giving in like I can’t seem to stop. This, us, isn’t even supposed to be happening, and yet here I am, dying inside to touch you. To have you touch me!” She’s yelling, more so at herself than me I think. Either way, I’m shutting this shit down.
“Who says you’re not supposed to want it?” My deep grumble only frustrates her more.
“I say it. I freaking say it!” She yanks her wrist from my hold and starts pacing, the towel holding her hair beginning to fall, allowing long brown strands to flow down her shoulders. “You know what you’re doing to me and you just keep on doing it.”
“What is it I’m doing, Ava?” She stops pacing and glares at me as if I’ve just asked the stupidest question she’s ever heard. I stand, silent, waiting for her to respond to my legitimate question… that she doesn’t want to answer.
Her eyes scan my chest, then lower, and just before they make it all the way down my body, she comes back to me in a rush. “Fine. If this is what you want, then I’ll give it to you.” She shoves me back onto the bed, my dick flopping between us when I land. Anger oozes off her and somehow, is even sexier than she was before. “You want to know what I want? What I can’t keep my mind off of? This, Rush.” She flings a leg over to straddle me and impales herself on my dick, closing her eyes the deeper I go. “I want to feel you deep inside me. Your hands all over my body, your mouth sucking on my chest,” she wails, ripping off her towel and riding me, fast and hard. “Is that what you want to hear? That I think about you all the damn time and I love the way you fuck me?”
She’s bouncing on my cock as rough as she’s talking, and any other day I’d love this kind of sex, but not
this time. Not when her fucked-up frame of mind is the reason. I can do out-of-control or make-up sex all damn day, and night, but I’m not a huge fan of truly angry sex. And I’m just about to stop her when I gaze up and see the internal battle in her eyes. She’s a conflicted mess, determined to make a point here, either to me, herself, or both, so I’ll let her have this one.
I lie back and take in everything she’s not saying, even louder than what she did. I’m getting to this woman and she’s trying with everything in her to fight it. The wall she’s built to keep me out will take some work to break down, but I’m a persistent asshole who’s used to getting what he wants. And I want Ava.
Chapter Eighteen
AVA
I’ve literally snapped, and while trying to get my point across, I’ve just solidified his. I crave him… on an addictive, uncontrollable level. No matter how hard I fight to block him out of my mind, he’s always there, making me want more of him… something I can never have.
Coming here tonight was a terrible idea. I’m simply not one of those girls that can just have sex without it meaning something, and it’s past time I stop kidding myself otherwise. Pretending our first time together was a one-time tryst, not to be regretted or remembered, was easy because I was preoccupied with everything going on in my family. But now, I’m in every moment, every touch, fully aware how it’s going to end… foolishly setting myself up for terrible heartache.
His firm grip on my ass is guiding me up and down on him as the buildup of sexual tension resurfaces. He knows his way around my body perfectly and isn’t afraid to do it all, demand my all and take me soaring to unimaginable heights. Which is exactly why I should avoid him.