Playing For Love

by J. C. Grant

  “The shit I do for you,” he grumbled, teasingly.

  Twenty minutes later, the car pulled over to the curb in a residential neighborhood. David opened the door, getting out first then helping me out. He was always attentive, opening doors, but tonight, blocking me from view seemed to be of more importance.

  “So many guys are gonna be beating it thinking about these tits tonight,” he grumbled in my ear.

  “I doubt I'll even stand out among this crowd.”

  David gave me a look that said he didn't believe my bullshit for one second. He led me to the entrance, past the line of photographers, keeping me close. Once inside the tall walls of the large backyard, David handed me the chain. His meaning clear; it was time for me to take over. But ironically, in this public setting I didn't want to. I wanted him in control, I needed it.

  I led him over to the photo booth in front of the keg wall back drop. We posed for a few quick pics, then I gave him a sharp tug and led him out to where others were dancing. Two songs in, the music cut off and loud applause started. I heard the laidback beat of Gin & Juice start. People around us parted and Snoop came into view. There was about forty of us forming a circle around him as he performed Gin & Juice for the group. I started singing along with everyone else, and pushed the cape back off one shoulder exposing my too short skirt and half my butt.

  Seconds later, a familiar-looking man was next to me, moving in time with me. Unknowingly helping me in my plan. Half-a-second later, on my other side, David pressed closer, his chest vibrated against my shoulder with a growled warning. He wasn't dancing anymore; he was a threatening shadow, looming over me, but I kept moving, enjoying the energy and excitement of the private show.

  “Don't.” I heard David say as he leaned into me.

  My eyes darted to him, his face was set in severe lines as he looked past me. Following his gaze, I found the familiar guy was too close, his eyes darting between my chest and skirt.

  David's hand dove under the cape, palming my exposed ass possessively, tugging me into him. A distinctly claiming gesture.

  “Who'd you wear this for?” David's voice was low and rough, his breath warmed my ear as his fingers dug into my flesh, his other arm wrapped around my waist, his hand on the side of my breast, making his point.

  My breath hitched and goosebumps raced along my skin. Half-a-second later, I realized how profound that simple question was, because not too long ago the answer would have been me. In fact, I dressed for myself on our wedding day—I didn't take his opinion into consideration at all. I turned to him, our noses touching, my lips barely grazing his. “You,” I admitted softly, leaning into his strong body.

  He visibly softened at my answer.

  “You don't leave my side,” he demanded gently. “Or I'll carry you outta here.”

  His hand on my breast roamed over my exposed flesh, dipping inside the corset, teasing me, before moving on. It was a delicious torture that had me dripping wet. My thighs rubbed together, trying to ease the ache between my legs without drawing attention. This was nothing like the club. People were close, less than a foot away and while it was dim lighting it wasn't dark. David's hand on my ass moved lower, a finger slipped under my soaked thong and unerringly into my pleading pussy.

  I startled, then arched, realizing he'd moved my cape over to cover me and his activities.

  “Oh, sweet girl. You are wet.” His growled words were drawn out matching the thick digit thrusting shallowly into me. I couldn't stop the groan of need and frustration that tore from my throat when he wouldn't give me more.

  When the song ended, there were several shouts as the group tried to talk Snoop into one more. I was so lost in a hormone driven madness the only thing I noticed was David's hand leaving me. He leaned in close, sliding the wet digit into his mouth with a hmmm.

  “Come here, Little Red. The Big Bad Wolf wants to eat you,” he growled behind my ear.

  My sex clenched violently as a shiver ran up my spine.

  David grabbed my wrist, dragging me behind him, maneuvering us through tables until we were in the farthest corner, behind a large decorative shrub, giving us some privacy.

  “Now.” He pushed me back against the wall of ivy and dropped to his knees, growling, “I'm hungry.”

  He didn't hesitate, shoving his hands under my skirt and gripping the lace tight, his biceps bulging as he tore them away, chaffing my skin. This was the aggression I wanted, but the dangerous edge I craved wasn't there.

  Without a word, he shoved my skirt up, pressing his face into my pussy, breathing deep. My breath caught as his nose nudged my clit.

  “Fuck, I love the way you smell.” His eyes locked with mine, and his mouth sealed over my cleft, parting my swollen folds with his hot tongue, licking and sucking my clit with skilled precision. The hungry noises spilling from him sent my blind lust to a viscous hunger.

  My body jolted and I dropped the chain, my hands cupped his head, pulling him to me. Understanding my need, he lifted my right leg, hooking it over his broad shoulder as his other hand gripped my ass, jerking my hips closer, forcing me onto his ardent mouth. An image of us flashed through my mind—David kneeling, the muscles in his back shifting, his thick arms wound around my thighs, his hands on my hips holding me to him as I straddled his face. He pushed three fingers inside me, curling them, rubbing over my sensitive bundle of nerves.

  “Oh, David. Yes.” The moan that tore from me was low and raw as my head fell back, fisting his hair.

  The way his tongue hungrily worked my clit, was obscene and greedy and worshipful all at once, conveying how essential my pleasure was to him. My leg flexed against his back, encouraging him as I began to mindlessly grind against his face.

  We were in someone else's home, at a party filled with the Hollywood elite as David licked and sucked, devouring my pussy with grim determination. No concern for our public venue as he moaned his hunger into me, spurring my need with every stroke of his tongue. He did this to me, made me blind with lust, unconcerned with anyone finding us.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasped, pulling him to me as my orgasm built sharply.

  He flicked his tongue over my clit furiously for a moment. Then slowly, softly. Within moments he had my hips thrusting wildly into his face, chasing what I knew would be a brutal orgasm. I briefly wondered if this was what a forced orgasm felt like as exquisite torture raced through me, abrupt and sharp, my body convulsing, helplessly riding his face as I came. His fingers left me, gripping my hip as his tongue shoved into my pulsing pussy, drinking me in, moaning his appreciation.

  “Fuck, that's so good,” he rasped. He pulled my leg off his shoulder and stood. “Turn around. Hands on the wall. Ass out.”

  Still fuck-drunk, I turned around, clumsily putting my hands on the wall. He pushed my cape over, until it was hanging like a curtain over my side.

  He stilled behind me, his voice was hard when he said, “Your entire ass is showing.”

  I looked at him over my shoulder and said, “Easy access.”

  “For who?”

  “Very funny.”

  “You get the result you wanted?”

  “Are you feeling jealous and possessive and angry?”

  Something sparked in his eyes and he nodded slowly.

  “Spread your legs,” he demanded roughly, pushing my back down.

  I obeyed his silent order, bending more at the waist.

  “Wider, Austin.” He didn't wait for me to respond, nudging my feet wider with his foot.

  I felt him struggling behind me. Struggling to get those pants down.

  “These are ridiculous,” he muttered.

  I couldn't help but laugh as he struggled with the padded suit. Then I heard a tearing.

  Guess we just bought those.

  “You won't be laughing for long,” he threatened, but I could hear the smile in his voice.

  He gripped my hips tight. His hard cock rubbed through my folds once. Then his thick head was pushing into my swollen p
ussy. A loud moan tore from my throat as he sank all the way in. His right hand clamped over my mouth, roughly muffling me. A satisfied groan vibrated in my chest in response to his dominance and I pushed back.

  “You wanna know why I dominate you?” His voice was deep and rough with arousal. His right hand moved, fisting my hair, pulling sharply, my neck and back arching to accommodate the angle. “Control you.” He thrust deep. Hard. Filling me beyond capacity. “Because you control me. Every thought. Every decision.” Punctuating his words with a hard thrust, slamming into my end.

  My core tightened viciously, as much from his confession as his pounding length. My arms bent, struggling to hold myself up as the pleasure pumped through me.

  “Everything I do,” he grunted as my body jolted forward with his increasing power. “You control me completely.” His hand tightened, tugging as I came again, crying out hoarsely through my orgasm. His breathing turned harsh, ragged. “I dominate you to get something back. To get a little piece of my sanity back.” Because you've taken all mine.”

  I could do nothing but moan and writhe as he pounded into me, taking everything he had to give. I felt completely helpless. And I had never felt more safe in my life.

  “Fuck, you love it,” he growled through gritted teeth. He thrust hard a few more times. A noise rattled through his chest as his cock pulsed, then bucked inside me, pumping stream after stream into my greedy cunt.

  “Guys, come on,” someone said from behind us.

  I thought I would freeze up. Be scared. Instead, laughter bubbled up out of me.

  “Fuck off,” David barked over his shoulder at our intruder.

  I couldn't stop laughing, even as David pulled out of me. My body trembled in response to the loss and the cool air now on my exposed ass and spread pussy.

  “You bring something?” David's deep voice rumbled through a labored breath from behind me.

  “Yeah.” I dug out the baby wipes and tossed them to him, still too high from my orgasm to do anything else. Then I felt the cold wipe as he cleaned me up. I didn't feel embarrassed. I didn't even care. I kept my hips pushed back at him, not moving at all as he took care of me.

  “Ready to go?” he asked when he was done.

  I stood up straight and turned, looking at our surroundings. “Yeah. I'm ready.”

  “Good. I can't wait to get this thing off.” He straightened my cape, making sure it was covering me. He checked my cleavage for an escaped nipple, then checked my skirt again, tugging, trying to pull it lower. Finally, he gave up with an annoyed sigh, “All right.”

  He dug his phone out of a hidden pocket inside the waist.

  “We're ready,” he said simply.

  He pressed me against the wall again, and his lips met mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue thrusting in, exploring. Then deeper until he was eating at my mouth with a passion I was grateful for. Grateful he wanted me as much as he did after everything we'd been through. When he finally pulled away, I was dazed. Giving me a sexy smirk, he grabbed my hand, leading me through the backyard, back to the gate.

  We were both still breathing hard, not having time to properly recover in our public setting.

  “Come here, sweet girl. Keep that cape closed.” He pulled me close, tucking my head into his pec. My hair fell around me, covering my face as he walked us through the line of photographers.

  It was probably obvious I'd just been fucked, but all I could think about was how good he smelled. It had to be pheromones. My pussy loved his smell, and throbbed fiercely whenever I got a whiff of him.

  “Here he is.” David steered me toward the car.

  I let him move us. I couldn't see anything but the ground beneath our feet.

  “Get in,” he said, just as I heard a car door open.

  I pulled away and quickly got in, sliding over, David right behind me.

  “So that was a lot more fun than I thought,” David laughed as the driver pulled away from the curb.

  “You didn't think you'd have fun with me?”

  “I didn't think I'd have fun with other people around.” He pulled me close as he settled back, his arms wrapping around me as I laid against his side.

  “The Snoop thing was pretty awesome.” I looked up at him.

  “Mmm-hmm.” His eyes met mine. “We need to make the most out of the next four months.”

  “Why? What's happening in four months?” I teased.

  “You didn't get my messages earlier?” he asked, confusion on his face.

  “No.” Then I remembered turning my phone off. “I still haven't turned my phone back on.”

  “We got a really good offer from the Dodgers. Thirty-two million a year for three years.”

  My heart sank.

  I felt sick. I didn't want him playing baseball. I didn't want him having screaming fans, and women who called him “The David.” I didn't want him leaving town for games or spending his nights with a bunch of people that weren't me.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You signed already?”

  “No. I go in Monday to sign.” He looked my face over carefully. Too carefully. “I thought you'd be happy.”

  I laid my head against his chest, looking down his washboard abs.

  Thirty-two million a year...

  I'd never make that kind of money and it was only for three years, I tried to convince myself.

  “I am. It's amazing, babe.”

  “Four weeks ago, they only offered twenty-eight. I turned it down. It's the Stone fight that got us the pay bump. Apparently, we're trending.” Then he muttered, “Whatever the fuck that is.”

  I wanted to tell him no, but he seemed happy. Proud. And I didn't want to be the kind of person who held him back out of selfishness. I couldn't deny it made me happy knowing Zach's persistence in creating drama had actually benefited David.

  “That's great, babe.”

  It wasn't great.

  It wasn't anywhere near great.

  But I had four months to figure out how to deal with it. Or get him to change his mind. The truth was, I didn't want to share him with anyone. Turns out, I was just as possessive as him.