ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Double Blindside (Bad Boy College Football Romance) (New Adult College Alpha Male Sports Romance)

by Carly White

  “Mmm yes Jesse. Fuck me like those girls in the videos.”

  He turned her around, her ass going in the air as she went to her hands and knees. Jesse jerked her bikini bottoms off and pushed his face into her slickness. The salt water masked her flavor until he pushed his tongue deep, making her cry out. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he yanked her up as he slammed forward. It was more than she had anticipated, his hot meat sliding deep against her womb. “Is that how you want it Ashlea? Like a naughty little girl?”

  She shook her head yes and cried out as he slammed deeper and released her hair. Instead he used her arms for leverage as he pushed deeper and deeper. Each rut of his hips pushed her closer to her end and then she was screaming, her pussy drowning his hard length in her juices.

  Jesse got a strange feeling that someone was watching them. He looked over to see a reflection on what he thought was a camera lens and what he was doing hit him. He was out in the middle of the day with his PR Rep and the last thing either of them needed was for someone to see them or take pictures. He yanked out of her and slapped her ass. “Come on, let’s go in.”

  He pulled her bikini bottoms back up and moved towards the house. He waited for her to get up on wobbly legs and then swept her off her feet, carrying her inside and away from prying eyes. The salt was starting to dry on their skin, so he carried her down the hall to one of the bathrooms. Setting her down, he opened the door and pushed her in. His hands were right back on her, pulling her tiny strings off to reveal all to him. She whimpered with the touch and mewled into his mouth. He felt perfect against her.

  Jesse moved away long enough to turn the water on and shed his own shorts. His cock was hard and pointing towards her in need. She grabbed him with her hands, stroking him softly. Going to her knees, Ashlea pushed him into her mouth and her pussy tingled with the guttural groan as his hands grabbed a handful of her hair.

  Pushing her against his hips, his cock stuffed her mouth full, gagging her with its depth. Jesse could not help but push deeper with the sound of her choking. Her lips felt like heaven wrapped around his length and when she looked up at him with those clear blue eyes, he almost lost himself in the slice of heaven.

  “Yes Ashlea. Fuck that feels good.”

  She added her hand to grip the base that she simply could not fit and stroked him with the bob of her mouth. Jesse became rougher, his hips slamming into her as he had her quim. Ashlea pushed away, her lungs in need of some air, her jaw in need of rest. Jesse yanked her up and pressed her against the sink, his teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. “Fuck you are really good at that.”

  Lifting her up by grips on her round ass, she gasped at the cold marble beneath her. The air was thick with steam, but the heat had not penetrated the thick stone. His hands and mouth took to her slight breasts next, pulling on the tip, while another was sucked into his hot mouth. Her head fell back and her thighs widened as his body moved against her. Again she felt his thickness rubbing against her honey hole. Scooching her ass down, her puffy lips spread with the move forward. Jesse groaned and pulled his length away, breathing quickly as he watched her squirm.

  “I need you inside of me, stop teasing me.”

  In a heartbeat he was back and pushing deep inside of her. She squeezed him as her walls stretched to accommodate his girth. His name became a mantra on her lips and her tightness shrank as she got closer to her own end. Another stroke and she would be there, but he stopped at the last moment, leaving her to whimper and gasp. Her feet went higher, resting on the side of the counter, her head at a crazy angle against the mirror. Her hand went from bracing herself to between her legs, rubbing the enflamed flesh to completion. His hand covered hers and moved faster, rubbing her until he saw the first stream of her pleasure leak out. Ripping his hand away, his mouth went to cover her, slurping as she came in his mouth.

  Pulling back, she let go of his hair and her blue eyes looked back at him. He grabbed her arms to help her up, a smile plastered on his face. “Let’s get in.”

  She had long since forgotten where the steam had come from, the beating water of the shower just a noise in the background. Everything was centered on him and his touch made her forget even that. Her legs shook as he helped her down, stepping her into the warm stream in the stall. Following her in, his large body took up most of the excess room. It was impossible not to touch him as he closed the door, his body overwhelming her small form.

  Jesse spent no time wasting, his strong arms lifting her up, pushing her back against the slippery tile. Letting gravity pull her down, his cock positioned beneath her and she was skewered from below by his meat. Cursing, her arms pulled her up from his neck, her breasts rubbing against the hard lines of his chest. Ashlea whimpered as her sensitive nipples were dragged against the soft hairs that sprinkled the top. Clinging to him on the inside and the out, her eyes closed with the full possession. Like everything else in his life, Jesse knew only one speed.

  His hands gripped her waist, slamming her down as his hips thrust upwards. Ashlea was a mess of moans and cries as he pummeled her insides. In the back of her head, she could hear the similarities of the girl in the video and her own screams of pleasure. Jesse had a way of becoming part of her and she was quickly tightening up around him as her insides imploded from the repetition.

  Ashlea gripped him, her walls clenching his throbbing cock, while her lips begged for his cum. She couldn’t take anymore and he finally started to stiffen up, a heat blasting inside of her. She clenched him as he held her still, his body pinning hers against the tile. Jesse kissed her, his tongue pushing in as he filled her full of his hot seed. It was the first time he had felt so complete and it was minutes before he moved away.

  Releasing her and watching his softening rod slip out of her, he finally looked down into her smoky blue eyes. They twinkled and her face was alight with a smile he had not seen before. “Turn around.”

  She shook her head. “No more. I need a minute.”

  He pushed her around, her breasts pressing up against the heated wall. She waited for his penetration, his assault on her senses complete. Instead she felt slippery fingers moving against her, leaving a trail of soft bubbles in their wake. His hands worked on her front, sliding around her turgid tips and soft underside of her breasts. By the time he had reached the small tuft of hair above her womanhood, she was pushing back against his hard length.

  It slipped between her thighs and she touched it lightly with her hands. Groaning, his hips jerked and he yanked out of her. Ashlea tilted herself just a little and rejoiced as he slid deep inside of her. Her insides screamed from the raw feeling, but she couldn’t get enough. She begged him to go slow and for several strokes he managed. About the time she started to shake with her forth orgasm in such a short time, Jesse’s resolve was gone and he started to slam into her as she screamed his name.

  ***

  There was a sound in the distance that roused Ashlea from her sleep. She felt the warm body she was snuggled against and smiled to herself. The day had been exhausting, they always were with him. Another buzz and she realized it was the man’s door buzzer. Throwing on one of his shirts, she padded down the stairs to open it. A delivery man handed her a large envelope addressed to her. She signed the man’s list and she opened it. She had expected it to be the paperwork from the settlement, but instead it was a magazine. She saw the cover and groaned inwardly, cursing as she went back up the stairs.

  “Jesse, wake up!” Ashlea slapped down the magazine, the two of them gracing the cover. “Did you know about this?”

  He shook his head, but a smile crossed his face as he saw the compromising pictures. “It’s amazing what a good lens can do, huh?”

  “Why are you so happy about this? Do you know what this is going to do to my career? I have already gotten ten missed calls from my boss.”

  “Good. Then you will have no reason to go back to New York. Stay here and start your own PR Firm. You already have me as a client and you have done wonders
for me. Besides with the low-ball settlement, I still have quite a bit of money.” He winked at her, but she did not seem too relieved.

  She looked at him like he was crazy. The jury was still out on if he actually was or not. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Very much so.” He was walking towards her with a determined look that moved her away.

  “You don’t date. I know everything about you, remember?”

  “I didn’t date. Things change.”

  The foot of the bed stopped her from moving back any further and she looked down, unable to keep up the intensity in his eyes. “And you could be happy with just one woman?”

  “As long as that woman is you, yes. You make me very happy.”

  “We don’t even know each other Jesse.”

  One hand cupped her cheek, while another pulled her body forward to his. “You’re right Ashlea. There are some things that I haven’t told you. No one knows but a few.”

  She sat back a little, his hand moving off of her face. There was something different in his eyes, a pain that she had only seen in passing before. “Just tell me.”

  He took a deep breath, his eyes looking off in the distance, focusing on something out of sight. “That room I put you in, is my daughter Angela’s room.”

  “I didn’t know you had a daughter.”

  “I don’t. Not anymore.”

  His face tightened and she felt his pain seeping out into the room around them. Ashlea almost wanted to stop him, tell him that she didn’t need to know. It hurt her to see him like that, vulnerable in front of her. She waited for him to say more, hoping that if he did, it would somehow relieve his pain.

  “Angela was nine and since I was getting popular in the MMA, I wanted to keep her out of the spotlight. I wanted her to have a normal life, so she lived with her mother and I would see her as much as I could. Denise was milking me for child support and I finally told her that we would have to go to court. She stopped letting me see Angela and though I wanted to go to court, my manager insisted that it stay hushed. He was afraid it would ruin my reputation.” His lips lifted with a sardonic grin. Ashlea waited, holding her breath for what happened next.

  “Angela had an accident at home in the back yard pool. She was pronounced dead at the hospital and she was gone before I got there. I never got to see her alive again. The last time I seen her was in the Rose Room, right before I left for a match. That was a year before she died and I didn’t do anything, because of my reputation. My little girl would still be alive, if only I had fought for her. And now, I can’t bear to change the room. I keep it just the way it was before she left.”

  Ashlea was stunned, her arms going around his neck. She had never heard a wisp about any of it and she had so many questions, but it was not what he needed. What he needed was her touch and it seemed to almost have a healing effect on him. His body relaxed as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

  “I know enough that no matter what is behind you, it can never change the future I see ahead of us. I am sorry that you had to keep that in for so long. I can’t imagine it, but I am here now.”

  The moment of ardor was temporarily gone, but there was something else there in place of it. It was the intimacy that she had never imagined, the baring of ones soul in front of another and coming out of it stronger for it. They settled back against the pillows, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down. He calmed next to her and she snuggled in against him. All the other problems of the day seemed so tiny in the face of what he had endured. Ashlea started to realize that the drinking was to numb the pain and she knew that together, they could get passed it.

  THE END

  At His Request

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  By: Carly White

  At His Request

  Chapter 1

  Aria had filled out more applications than she cared to admit to. The summer was only a few weeks away and she still had not been able to secure an internship at a decent business. She was going to a local school and she was in her fourth year. The internship would determine what sort of experience she would have on her resume as she decided if she wanted to keep going for her MBA or start working to recoup some of her losses. That decision lay more on if she could get one of the coveted scholarships to graduate school. But for now, Aria had to worry about finding an internship.

  She had checked out most of the new start-ups popping up all over Silicon Valley, but it was becoming tedious work. Aria had yet to get a real call-back, except for the few that were kind enough to reject her. At least those opportunities, she did not have to wonder about. She licked the envelope to the stack of CVs that she was sending out and said a little prayer over the stack of paper. Her future lay somewhere in that stack, she was just so sure of it that it had to be so.

  Aria tried to stay positive, hoping that she would catch the postman before he delivered for the day. By the time she got outside of her small apartment that she shared with a friend, she caught him at the mailbox. Aria was going to take the encounter as a sign and that seemed to lift her spirits. Waving to the elderly carrier, she walked back up the stairs to her second story apartment and started to get dressed for work. Even if she got an internship, she would still have to work a full-time job on the side and the very idea of how little sleep she was going to get, made her get dressed a little slower than usual.

  Aria paid her bills and most of her tuition working at a small bar on the bad side of town that most people stayed away from. It was frequented by bikers and thugs, but it didn’t much bother Aria. The men were surprisingly protective of the one who had control of the liquor and she had never had much of a problem, beyond the occasionally drunk proposal.

  She sighed in the mirror looking at her ‘uniform.’ It was really more like she imagined a hooker would wear. The skirt was black and super short, as well as a top that had too low of a neckline and begged for more attention than anyone every really wanted. She fixed her long blonde hair into a mass of curls on top of her head and she wiped a little makeup onto her face. She was already running late, so she jumped in her car and drove across town to Mickey’s Pub. Mickey was long dead and gone, but his son was just as enthusiastic about drinking and the bar had never been more popular.

  Pulling up at last, she locked her door and headed into the loud building. The parking lot was already filling up and she sighed to herself. It was going to be a long night. Aria waved to a few people that she knew as regulars and went behind the bar.

  “You’re late.”

  “I know, sorry.”

  “Oh I don’t care, but you know James is on a rampage, so fair warning.”

  Aria groaned and thanked her for the info. Her boss was usually nice, but he had his moments. Aria thought that his insane aggravation had more to do with his wife’s constant nagging to quit smoking. If he was on a rampage, there was a good chance that he was trying to quit again. It just added to the day and Aria tried her best to duck out when he came to the front, but eventually he motioned her over.

  “You were late Aria.”

  “Sorry boss.” Aria learned a long time ago that giving a reason was like an excuse. It did no good, so she usually skipped that part. It also, usually shut him up as a bonus as well.

  “Well you need to pay more attention to the clock Aria.” He turned around and stormed off, angry that she hadn’t given him a reason to be mad. Ashlea smiled at her and nodded.

  “I don’t know how the hell you do it. It is like calming the beast.”

  Aria turned to the man in front of her and stopped. He was not a regular and she had not seen him around. “What can I do for you Sir?”

  He stared at her for several heartbeats before he asked for a Scotch and soda. Aria started making the drink and when she looked up into the back glass of the bar, she saw his eyes on her. There was something dangerous about him that set her radar up. Handing him the glass, he gave her a hundred and she went to the register to get him some ch
ange.

  Counting it back to him, he set it on the bar and walked away. Aria looked at the ninety-two dollar tip and thought it was a joke for a moment. When he didn’t turn back, she noticed the way his suit was cut perfectly and how much he stuck out in the bar. The man did not belong there. He seemed higher than the lowly place that catered to the blue-collared working men.

  Aria thought about him a couple of times throughout the last couple of hours they were open. She also caught her eyes searching for him, but she did not see the dark-haired man again. He had slipped her mind by the time she was counting her tips, but then she remembered him again. It was not unusual to get large tips from men, but usually not that big. Aria wondered who he was and where he was from.

  Chapter 2

  “I left you a sticky note on the fridge about a call from last night. Did you get it?”

  Aria squints her eyes to the sun streaming into her room through the blinds. Her roommate was staring down at her in the no-nonsense way she had come to be used to. “No I didn’t Candace. Do you remember what it was about?”

  She could barely think and though her roommate seemed to be happiest at six in the morning, Aria was usually going to bed about that time. It worked well for the two because they never seen each other much, which seemed to help with the harmony of the household. They were also both single that helped to keep the awkward moments out of their relationship. The two women weren’t really the best of friends, but they got along good enough to live together.

  “I think it was about an internship, I forgot the company though.” Aria jumped up and was running into the kitchen to check the name and number on the fridge. She did not recognize the name of the company in the beginning, but she figured that she must have forgotten some, as many applications as she had put in. Her day seemed brighter and as she wiped the sleep from her eyes, she found her phone in her large purse after a few minutes of searching and called the number.