Wolf: A Sports Romance: The Nighthawk Series #2

by Lisa Lang Blakeney

  “There will be begging,” he growls.

  Still on his knees he pulls me closer to his mouth and begins sliding his tongue through my folds, the same place where his fingers have just been, directly against my clit. The feeling is exquisite.

  “Coop,” I say breathlessly

  The more I moan and say his name the more excited he becomes. Lapping at my sex faster and faster until I my legs begin to shake like they have a mind of their own.

  “Please!” I cry out.

  Coop sits his butt back on his heels and pulls me so far on his face that I’m practically straddling his head. I hold on for dear life to the roots of his long strands with both hands.

  I feel like I’m having an out of body experience as he continues to explore me with his tongue. Tears start to gather in the corners of my eyes as I can feel the start of a powerful orgasm beginning to build.

  “I’m coming!” I scream as my entire body violently contracts and I see tiny flecks of light behind my eyelids.

  He lifts my body and lays me gently on the floor in front of him and continues to lick and suck between my legs. I continue to have tiny orgasm aftershocks that make my head feel dizzy. When he finally lifts his head from between my legs, he has a ravenous look in his eyes that lets me know that this night is far from over.

  “I told you there’d be begging.”

  It has only just begun.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  In this moment if Owens asked me to buy her a mansion, build her a pool, and give her ten fucking babies I would. The sound of her coming made my dick harder than it’s ever been. Her pussy tasted like nirvana. I can only imagine what it’s going to feel like once I’m inside of it. I might lose my mind.

  I give her a few moments to come down from her orgasm before I continue, but I’m like a kid in a candy store. I want to sample everything, and I want to have it now. It’s all sweet to me.

  I peel off my clothes as she breathes heavily watching my every move. It makes me feel like a fucking king the way she is staring at me. Her eyes are like two huge billboards flashing the message: Please Give Me More.

  Message received.

  I don’t want her first time to be on her living room floor, so I scoop her up and carry her into her bedroom. Once inside, I lay her down on the bed and start kissing her again. This time slowing the tempo down. In between kisses I tell her dirty things, because that’s what she does to me. That’s how she makes me feel.

  Filthy.

  “Your pussy tastes like candy,” I tell her.

  She smiles.

  “Can you taste it? It’s all over my mouth.”

  I kiss her passionately.

  “When I fuck you, your eyes are going to roll back inside of your head.”

  I slide one of my fingers between her folds as her hips squirm. She’s dripping wet for me. Again. I make a mental note that my girl likes dirty talk.

  I begin working my middle finger inside of her pussy. Getting her primed and ready for what’s to come.

  “Lift and wind your hips, Owens,” I instruct her. “Fuck my finger good. If you do a good job, I’ll give you another one.”

  Like with any task, Owens can follow instructions like a motherfucker. She lifts and rotates her hips while I finger fuck the shit out of her. I slide another finger in to get her used to more girth.

  After I catch a rhythm, I start to use my thumb to simultaneously rub her clit, and it doesn’t take long for her pussy to start clamping around my finger like the greedy girl she is.

  “That’s right, baby,” I encourage her. “You’re about to come for me, aren’t you?”

  She whimpers a yes and it’s the sweetest sound I think I’ve ever heard.

  I’m just starting to learn how to expertly strum Owens’s body, but I think I can tell that she’s ready to blow, so I quickly pull my fingers out of her cunt and right when she lifts her hungry hips up for more–I slap her pussy hard.

  *Whack!*

  “Oh my God!” she screams as her body convulses for the second time tonight. This time I can watch her face as she orgasms, and revel in the beautiful mixture of pain and pleasure that clouds her expression.

  “You want more? I ask her.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Good girl, Owens.

  “Like I said, there will be begging.”

  I claim one of her breasts with my mouth again enjoying the feeling of her squirming under me. I start trailing kisses back up along her neck, near her ear, and then to her mouth where I slide my tongue in and hungrily take what’s mine. After a moment, I reluctantly pull away to look her into the eyes. I need to know that we’re on the same page.

  “Are you with me, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “I mean are you really with me?”

  “Yes, I’m with you.”

  “This is going to hurt a little bit,” I tell her. “But if you give me a second, then it’s going to feel fantastic.”

  She nods her head.

  “I trust you.”

  Three words that cut me to the core.

  She trusts me.

  I will never disappoint Owens again.

  I swear my life on it.

  I spread her legs apart and massage her clit again. Then I lift them on my shoulders and pull her ass farther down closer to me. I line myself up against her entrance and try not to overthink it. If I do, then this won’t happen.

  I’m horny, I’m nervous and I’m excited all rolled into one. I don’t want to hurt her, but the only way this thing is going to work is for me to get it in there and start.

  So, I start pushing and playing with one of her breasts as I hold my body above hers with the other arm. She bites her bottom lip a bit from what I think is the feeling of a lot of pressure. I’m a big boy. There’s no getting around that. It will take some getting used to.

  “Owens?” I hesitate.

  “I want you, Coop,” she says in an almost guttural voice. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Okay, baby, here I come.”

  I continue pumping inside of her until I’m past her barrier and completely inside of her, and I swear I almost come in that very moment.

  It’s tight.

  It’s warm.

  It’s right the fuck where I want to be every second of the day if she will let me.

  It’s where I belong.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I say in between careful, sweaty, strokes.

  “So do you,” she moans in response as she lifts and winds her hips almost like she did when my finger was inside. Damn, she’s a fast learner.

  “I love this pussy,” I profess. My voice growing stronger and more guttural. My orgasm slowly beginning to build. “Who does it belong to?”

  She makes some sort of indescribable noise of pure pleasure, but I need the words. I’ve got to have them.

  “Whose pussy is this!” I demand to know again as I pump in and out of her harder and harder. Our sweaty bodies clapping together.

  “I…it’s–”

  She can’t really talk…which is probably a good thing…but you know me…so I give her a little push over the edge.

  I slide my hand in between us and start stroking and pinching her clit as I pound inside of her harder. I might kill us both before she gives me the answer.

  “Whose. Pussy. Is. This!” I snarl.

  And finally, I get what I need on the last stroke.

  “Yours!” she cries out. “Yours!’

  The contractions of her orgasm squeeze my dick like a vice, and we both come within seconds of each other. Her aftershocks continue to milk me completely dry, and then I fall on top of her completely spent.

  “Wowza!” I say and start laughing.

  “That’s exactly what I was thinking.” She laughs as she continues to breathe heavily.

  Oops, I might be squishing her, so I lift myself off of her and fall over on the bed huffing beside her.
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  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m better than okay.”

  “I know you don’t like getting sweaty.”

  “Okay, but this time I did.”

  “So you liked it?”

  “Yes, Coop. It was everything I hoped it’d be and best of all it was with someone who cares about me.”

  “Cares about you?”

  “Yes…I mean you do care about me don’t you?” she asks with some trepidation.

  “Ursula, I don’t just care about you. I love you. I think I always have. You are it for me. It’s pretty clear now that you’ll be stuck with me for much longer than you originally intended whether you quit your job or not.”

  Her eyes swell with tears. Shit, I think I may have fucked this up.

  “Baby?”

  “You called me Ursula.”

  “It’s your name last time I checked.”

  “You never call me Ursula.”

  “Would you like me to never do it again? It did feel kind of weird.”

  “You can call me whatever you want.”

  She kisses my cheek.

  “Then let’s just stick with Owens.”

  I lift her hand and place a few small kisses on her knuckles.

  “Coop?”

  “Yes, baby.”

  “Can we do it again?”

  Chapter Thirty

  “Let’s stay in bed.”

  “We can’t. Wait. Coop. Ahh!”

  Coop tosses me up and then I fall completely on top of him like a rag doll. Sometimes I don’t think he realizes his own strength. Poor Jim had to ice his head when he got hit with that football for two days straight.

  “Why not? Stay here on top of me and ride me into next week.”

  Coop has made it his life’s mission to show me different sexual positions, and then of course there’s been “mandatory” practice sessions as well.

  “We’ve played in bed every single night this week.”

  He looks at me with concerned eyes.

  “You’re right. I’m such a blockhead sometimes. Are you okay? You must be sore. We can keep it simple, and I can just eat you out tonight if you want. I’ll lay you on the kitchen table and eat you like I’m at a buffet station.”

  “You’re insatiable.”

  “Are you sick of me already?”

  “It’s not me that’s the issue. It’s you. You have to be exhausted. I know you, Coop. You need eight hours of sleep during training season.”

  “There’s plenty of time for sleep when I’m dead. Spending my nights inside of you keeps me energized. It’s the perfect cardio for my heart, baby. Fucking you doesn’t make me tired. In fact you’re actually saving my life.”

  “I think you might just be certifiable considering how you just rationalized that.”

  “Should I prove to you just how much energy I have right now?”

  I flip her over on her stomach and pretend that I’m going to take her doggy style. I look forward to doing that position again. I got so deep inside of her last night, that I put her pretty ass right to sleep two orgasms later.

  “No! No!” She slaps me playfully. “I believe you.”

  “You know what? We’re going out for the day. If we stay inside I’m going to want to kiss you, and touch you, and be inside of you– and I think you need a little break from all of this good loving.”

  “Oh brother.”

  “Come on, let’s hit the showers.”

  “Together?”

  “You’re going to love it. There’s plenty of things I can do in there that don’t involve anything being inserted into your sore vagina.”

  I bet there are.

  If there’s one thing I’ll give Coop when it comes to sex, it’s straight A’s for creativity and a perfect score for execution.

  I can’t believe how the two of us have been spending the day together. I have Coop’s complete attention. He barely looked at his phone all day, yet he’s miraculously seemed to have planned the perfect day.

  First we had a late brunch at a restaurant on the Upper West Side that I swear I’ve only mentioned once to Jane. You pick a main entrée and then you can choose from a dozen gourmet sides. All for one over-inflated price. I had the crab cakes and Coop had the steak. It was scrumptious.

  Next up was a visit to the Natural Sciences Museum to see an exhibit on Australia. A continent I’m dying to visit. I’m not sure how Coop knows that. I guess he was paying attention to some of the decorations in my room. The exhibition took us inside the Australian experience. Meeting its people, exploring its landscapes and encountering its rare and unusual species. I think we both felt a little smarter after we finished our tour.

  Now we’re walking around downtown at a late-night Arts In The Park Festival. There are artisans with tables all up and down ten city blocks featuring their wares. There are local bands playing music and food trucks too. Coop grabs my hand as we continue walking and stopping to look at different vendors. We look like a real couple. We feel like a real couple. It feels almost surreal. One minute I couldn’t wait to get away from him, and now I don’t think I ever want to leave him again.

  “I can’t wait you for you to meet my whole family, Coop.”

  “I’d like that. It’s not fair that you’ve met my parents and I haven’t met your dad and Evelyn.”

  “Well you have at least met Monica already.”

  “Yeah, but I think I should meet her sober.”

  “Well she pretty much acts the same drunk or sober.”

  I chuckle. “Sounds like a fun girl.”

  “She is and so is Carla even though she’s pregnant.”

  “Actually, Carla and I have already met.”

  “When was that?”

  “It might have been one of the days I was sniffing behind you like a puppy dog and she caught me.”

  “What does that mean. You’re not making sense.”

  “She and I met outside of your apartment not too long ago.”

  “Why am I just hearing about it now. Why didn’t she mention it?”

  “She asked me to let you go, Owens, and I actually considered it for a moment. The chickenshit part of me was ready to use what she said as an excuse not to be real with you. But then I manned up and the rest is history. Here we are.

  “But I need you to know that just because we’re together now doesn’t mean you can’t go pursue whatever it is you want. In fact, I want you to quit being my assistant. Go be an actress. Go start a business. Do whatever you want. I will help you and support you in anyway I can.”

  “I’ve been thinking about things a lot over the last few days, and I don’t think that I want to leave.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “There’s not one day that I’ve woken up in the last three years and said to myself that I missed being on stage. Not one. I wanted to leave this job and pursue acting because I thought that I was supposed to, because that’s what everyone expected me to do, because that’s what my mom did. I felt like I was disappointing my family if I didn’t. But truth be told, I really like what I do, and I’m good at it. So as long as you’re on board, I really want to stay. Plus, I think you need me.”

  “I definitely need you.”

  “And I think there’s enough work for us to do that you can keep both me and Jane on.”

  “Are you sure? I have some pretty good contacts in Hollywood. Favors I can call in.”

  “She got you good, didn’t she?” I laugh.

  “Who, your sister? Yeah, she’s a tough lady.”

  “That’s one way of putting it,” I say understanding the persuasiveness of my sister better than anyone.

  “Let’s just say that she made me see things in a different light. I don’t want to hold you back. Ever. And I won’t. So, when I see her again, I’m going to reassure her of that. I’m going to win her over–”

  “You don’t have to worry about her. I’ve been handling her my entire life. I’m not going to let her give orders to the man
I love like she’s got some authority over–”

  “Wait…you love me, Owens?”

  Coop stops and lifts me up a foot off of the ground, sliding me down against his body, and then kissing me before I can even respond.

  “Say it again.”

  “I love you,” I affirm my declaration.

  “I love you too.”

  He whispers his confession softly in my mouth.

  “You better.”

  I wrap my hands around his neck and slide them in the back of his hair.

  “If somebody keeps touching me like that, she’s going to get it behind one of these food trucks.”

  “You wouldn’t dare!”

  “I’m all about a dare, Owens.”

  “How about a funnel cake instead?” I say wiggling my eyebrows. “There are children afoot.”

  “I’m not eating any white sugar or white flour, babe. Plus I’d rather eat you instead of a funnel cake any day. I’ll give you a ten second start before I catch you. When I do, I’m pulling you behind a truck whether children are afoot or not.”

  “Coop!” I say in disbelief. “You better not.”

  “Ten, nine, eight–”

  He starts counting and I start running.

  “You’re crazy!” I yell behind me. Laughing the entire time, I’m bobbing and weaving through the dozens of innocent festival shoppers.

  “Good thing you’re wearing your sneaks today,” he yells in the crowd. “But too bad they’re not going to save you. Here I come!”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Whitehaven Beach

  Whitsunday Island, Australia.

  * * *

  I am lying on crystal white silica sand, with my head on the chest of the man I love as we stare at the turquoise waters of Whitehaven Beach in the beautiful continent of Australia.

  Evidently cross-country travel is a perk of the job. Coop says this trip is especially for assistant appreciation day (totally made up) and to celebrate the actual third year anniversary of the day I started working for him.

  “I’m starving, Owens.”

  “You’re always hungry.”

  “We haven’t eaten in hours.”

  “All right, I guess the sun is going down.”