Jesus, he’s strong.
My arms flew around his neck and our mouths were on each other once more. Our tongues danced, both furious and wicked. I clawed at his hair as he sucked down my neck and carried me toward the door.
One of his hands went to my ass so he could carry me better. My fingers were everywhere at once, trying to feel every square inch of his shoulders and neck. His other hand smacked my ass, and his fingers bore into me, hard.
I squealed at the stinging, aching pleasure.
“That’s for teasing me in the car,” he growled into my ear.
I bit down on his ear with a smile. “I’ll have to tease you more often.”
Somehow he had his keys out and his front door open without me even realizing what had happened.
“Fuck, you smell amazing.”
He hurried through his dark entryway, carrying me with little effort. I ground my pussy against his cock and he groaned again. We managed to make it as far as his couch when he tossed me down on my back.
I started to smart off and he’d already flipped me over and spread my legs apart with his knee.
Holy shit.
My pussy was on fire and he hoisted my dress up over my ass so that it bunched around my waist. I looked back and he bit one of his knuckles and stared at me, my legs spread and my pussy fully exposed to him. I arched my back and pushed my ass up in the air like an offering. “Like what you see?”
Before I knew what happened his chest pressed down against my back and he had another fist full of my hair. “No fucking panties, huh?”
I nodded and grinned as he pulled my hair just hard enough to raise my ear up to his mouth.
His free hand smacked my ass and I moaned. “You like being spanked, don’t you?”
I nodded against his grip as it squeezed tighter in my hair.
His hand worked down my ass and his palm slid over my pussy.
“So fucking wet.” He circled my clit with two fingers. “Do you know what I’d have done to you if I’d been at your work the other day?”
He slid his thumb inside me while still working two fingers around my clit.
“Oh God.” My words were a moan.
“I’d have rattled every record off the fucking wall.”
Shit!
“Here’s your chance.” I ground my pussy back against his hand. “Do something about it.”
He released my hair and my head fell into the couch.
Before I could regroup he smacked my ass again.
I winced. “Shit.”
He unzipped his pants and I waited to hear his belt jingle when it hit the floor, but the head of his cock pressed against me almost immediately. I strained to look back at him and noticed his pants were still up around his waist.
Adrenaline rocketed through my veins, knowing he wanted me so bad he didn’t even bother to take off his pants. He pushed inside me and there was an initial sting and then nothing but pleasure followed as he shoved in to the hilt.
Matt leaned over my back so that he was next to my ear. “Holy fuck, I’ve been waiting for this tight pussy.”
A moan escaped my lips and I clenched my slick walls around his thick cock, followed by a few shallow breaths. He gripped my left shoulder and drew back, then rammed into me even deeper than before. My whole body jolted with reckless abandon when his hips collided with my ass.
I was already on the edge of an orgasm when his hand slipped around my neck and he tilted my head back. He crushed my lips with his. When his free hand slid down and stroked my clit I was done for.
“You gonna come for me?”
I nodded furiously, unable to hold back. He thrust to the hilt and I clamped down on him. Every muscle in my body stiffened and I started to convulse.
“Oh my God, Matt.” My teeth chattered with each syllable.
“That’s it. Say my name when you come for me.”
The orgasm rolled through my limbs, raw energy rippling to the tips of my fingers and toes. Matt grunted and shoved into me as deep as humanly possible, while I came undone on his thick cock. Once it subsided, he released my neck and splayed his fingers across my upper back, forcing me down on the couch. He gripped me around the waist with both hands and fucked me—hard.
It was heaven.
I reached back and stroked my clit, trying to work myself up to another orgasm for him. “Oh my God, yes! Fuck me, Matt!” My brain was so hazy I didn’t even know where I was. The words, squeals, moans—they all just flew from my lips.
Our rhythm was perfect and I bucked into each of his thrusts.
“You like it like this? Rough and dirty?”
I started to answer when his hand reached into my hair and balled into a fist. My head rose up from the cold leather of the couch and my brain turned to fuzz. He smacked my ass again then squeezed me by the hip.
“That’s it. Fuck me.”
I rocked back into him over and over as hard as I could until the second orgasm rushed through me.
“Matt. Matt.” His name was the only word my lips could form.
His hand fisted my hair tighter and his knuckles dug against my scalp. All I could hear were smacking sounds of wet flesh on flesh echoing through the room.
He released his hold on my hair, and my face dropped to the leather sofa cushion. Both of my hands searched for anything they could find to hold on to for leverage. My left found the arm of the couch and my right flew back and latched on to his leg over his pants. I dug my fingernails into the expensive fabric and held on as he pistoned into me from behind.
Matt let out a groan and his cock slipped out of me. I tried to lift my face from the cushion and a huge hand pinned me back down. The head of his cock slid back and forth and teased under my clit. The vibrations from his hand furiously stroking his cock as he pressed up against me sent my legs into full-on trembling.
Matt drew back and grunted. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of his hot come lashing my pussy. A large gasp escaped my lips as he pinned me down with one hand and marked what was his. Another load shot across one of my ass cheeks and landed on my lower back.
The sound of Matt’s labored breaths fell into my ears, and a tingling sensation cascaded down my inner thighs right along with his hot spend. He lifted his hand from my back and oxygen rushed into my lungs while endorphins coursed through my bloodstream. I lifted myself up on all fours and craned my head back to get a look at him.
His still-hard cock parted his slacks and the sight of come glistening on the head heated me right back up. I moved my gaze up to his eyes.
Matt stared down at my come-covered ass, the corners of his mouth slightly curling into a devilish, satisfied grin. His eyes darted to mine and he smiled.
“That was—”
Matt cut me off. “Amazing.”
I collapsed back down onto the couch, and my cheek pressed against the familiar leather. Matt stood and walked around to my side. His index finger lifted my chin and I pushed myself back up as he bent down to meet me.
Our lips pressed against each other. His hand raked through my disheveled hair, but much softer this time, and his tongue swept lazily across mine. After a brief moment where I wanted to melt into the couch, his lips pulled away. Our eyes opened simultaneously and a warmth rushed into my cheeks.
Matt smiled and showed me his perfect set of white teeth and chuckled.
I looked away. My face had to be bright pink. “What?”
“Nothing.”
I turned back to him and shoved playfully at one of his legs. “Why are you giggling at me?”
Matt’s smile widened. “I do not giggle.”
“Uh, yeah, you do.” I glanced to his cock still at full mast right in front of my face.
Matt followed my eyes. “Yeah, sorry about that. Couldn’t help myself.”
“Yeah, I bet you’re really sorry.” I smiled.
“Not at all.” He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll go get something to clean us up.” He turned
to walk away.
“Wait.”
He turned back with a puzzled stare. “You need something else?” He pointed behind him with his thumb.
I propped back up, careful not to brush my ass up against anything, and motioned him closer with an index finger.
He took a few steps toward me and his brows pinched together. “What is it?”
I reached out and stroked his cock before pulling him closer to me. My eyes roamed his shaft and the last bit of come that glistened on the head. Matt groaned and I looked up at him.
“I just want to help out.” I tugged him closer to me and licked the come from his head. My eyes moved up to watch his reaction.
Matt’s eyes closed momentarily and then he showed me his beautiful blues once more. I took him into my mouth and teased him with my tongue for a brief second, before wrapping my lips around his head. I slowly released him after I’d sufficiently sucked every last drop from his dick.
I stared at him and swallowed the last salty bit. “Okay, you can clean me up now.”
Matt shook his head and smiled. “Anything else you need?”
“I’m good.”
The second he walked away a million feelings and thoughts yanked my mind down from off the clouds.
Why can’t I just sit here and enjoy being manhandled by the hot-as-hell, music-loving sports star who just fucked two orgasms out of me in the span of a few minutes?
Matt returned with a towel before I could lecture myself on the thousands of reasons why he and I were such a bad idea.
He started at my inner thighs and wiped up the inside of one leg. “I could just leave you like this. I like the view.”
I reached back and yanked the towel from his hand. “It’s okay. I got it.”
Matt held up both hands in defense. “Whoa. Sorry.”
I made quick work with the towel and tugged my dress back down. My gaze shifted to Matt’s crotch and he’d somehow managed to get his huge dick stuffed back into his slacks. Thinking about it reminded me of how sore I’d be tomorrow. I’d definitely never taken one that big, and for damn sure hadn’t taken it that hard.
“What’s wrong?” Matt stood up and put his hands on my shoulders.
“Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.” It’s like my mind had cleared the second the sex was finished.
Matt grinned at me.
“Don’t. Don’t flash that sexy grin at me. Okay, Matt? Because I don’t have a clue what I’m doing and my mind is a scary place right now.”
His grin disappeared and his hand caressed the back of my arm. “Sit down. Let’s talk about it.”
I looked down to the floor and my eyes shot back up to him. “Huh?”
“Just sit down and tell me what’s wrong.”
What the hell?
Matt took a seat and guided me down next to him. I leaned over and clutched my face in my palms. What was I doing in a millionaire baseball player’s gigantic house getting fucked from behind? How had this happened? Sex and feelings turned my brain into anarchy.
He ran a hand along my back. “What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
“Kelsey? C’mon.”
I peeked over at him through my fingers, but he wasn’t smiling or grinning. Matt Stallworth had nothing but concern written all over his face.
“I’m not very good at this, Matt.” I waggled a finger back and forth between us.
“At talking about stuff?”
“That and relationships and sex.”
“You’re definitely good at sex.” He smiled.
I gave him a side eye like really, but I’d found it quite funny.
“Look, Kelsey”—he moved one of my hands from my face—“I like you. A lot. And I feel a little guilty, because that wasn’t exactly how I envisioned our first time together. It’s just, all the, you know”—Matt grinned—“fun we’ve been having while I was out of town. And the being away from you. And it just built up, and I saw you and had to have you.”
I shook my head. “I know. I wanted it just as much as you. Everything always changes after that, though. Sex makes everything complicated. Like, what now? You’ve had me. You won the gold trophy or whatever you guys get. The competition is done.”
Matt turned me to face him. His eyes seared into my skull. “I will never stop competing for you.”
My heart came alive like it’d been shocked with a defibrillator.
“Unless you tell me to stop.”
I shook my head. Everything inside me wanted to jump on the Kelsey and Matt bandwagon, but something deep down in my stomach refused to let me free. “It’s hard for me to trust people. And I’m not sure I even know how to do it.”
Matt started to speak and I cut him off.
“I like you, too. Obviously. But you see how I am, right? I know myself. And when you go on the road, or have girls coming up for autographs, it’s just—I’m already in over my head and I’m already going to be hurt if we end whatever it is we have going on here. But if we take it further, I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.”
Matt moved to the floor so that he was on his knees in front of me and he still had to bend down a little so that we were face-to-face. He took both of my hands and moved them down to my knees. “Look at me.”
“Why?”
“Please?”
I looked up.
“I know this shit is crazy. I think about all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing any of this.”
“You do?”
“Uh, yeah. I have a busy life, full of complications. The Ethan and Jenny situation, and friendships I don’t want to put in jeopardy. I’ve tried to talk myself out of this, too.”
“So why are we doing it, then?”
His hands tightened around mine. He looked at me and shrugged. “You let me be the real me.”
Heart.
Thumping.
I gulped.
Matt pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear and his fingers caressed my cheek along the way. My head naturally tilted toward his touch.
“We’re supposed to be together.”
I locked on to his eyes. “How do you know that?”
He leaned in closer and my lungs constricted. “I don’t know. I just do.”
Matt and I were polar opposites in some ways, but we perfectly aligned for maximum attraction. I couldn’t have resisted if I wanted to, and his words resonated deep inside me, because somehow I just knew, too.
His forehead pressed against mine, and his palms clutched each side of my face. His breath tickled my lips in anticipation of the kiss that was sure to follow.
Everything in the world seemed to make sense in that one fleeting moment when Matt’s phone went off in his pocket, jerking us back to reality. He tried to play it off and keep going, but the flame had gone.
“You should get that.”
“No, I shouldn’t.”
No, you shouldn’t, but I’m going to make you.
“Take the call.”
Matt shook his head against mine. “Nope.”
“It could be important.”
Matt let out an exasperated sigh. He pulled the phone from his pocket and looked at the screen. “Fucking Ethan.”
“See, it could be important. About your career.”
Matt’s face paled a little.
Odd.
He stood up and glared at me, but I saw the hint of a grin. “I’m going to take this.” He held up the phone and pointed at me with his other hand. “You’re not going anywhere, though.”
Chapter 13
“It feels like the first time.”
—Foreigner
Matt Stallworth
I fought off the urge to throw the phone through the window and pressed the green dot on the screen. “This better be good.”
“Or else what, bitch?”
“I’m not kidding. I’m busy.”
“Jesus, fine. I need to talk shop with you.”
I scrubbed a hand through my hair and anxiety ripped thro
ugh my stomach. Kelsey looked up at me and I tried to shrug it off. Fuck, she was so perfect. I couldn’t believe I’d lost control and fucked her like that. Well, I could believe it, but it wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She deserved better than being manhandled the first time we had sex.
Jesus, Stallworth.
“It’s not a great time. Is it important that we do this now?” I held up a finger at Kelsey to let her know the conversation would be over shortly.
“Unfortunately, yes. I’m sorry.”
“Okay, give me a second.” I turned to Kelsey and covered up the mic on my phone. “I’m sorry, I have to talk about business stuff for just a minute. I won’t be long. I’m going to run to the kitchen and grab us something to drink.”
She sank back into the couch and nodded. It was obvious I didn’t want her to overhear the conversation and I hated being evasive, but she would be out the door in a heartbeat if she knew about the contract situation. The whole ordeal presented a perfect opportunity for her to bolt.
The choice was crystal clear and I was hell-bent on muddying the waters. If I told her she would leave. The fact was I’d planned to stay in Texas. But now I was worried she’d leave because I’d kept it from her. The whole situation, I just wanted to avoid it.
I walked around the corner and into the kitchen. “Okay, what’s up?”
“You fucked her, didn’t you?”
“What? Did you want to talk shop or not? You’re on a timer here.”
Ethan laughed. “Oh, you definitely got your dick wet. Jenny told me all about your little romantic plan.”
I stopped in my tracks and straightened up. “If you knew I was with her on a romantic evening, why the fuck are you calling me?”
His tone changed to serious. “It was unavoidable. I swear.”
“Okay, well, spit it out.”
“Don’t hate me. I’m just the messenger.”
My jaw tightened. “What happened?”
“The time frame for one of your offers has been significantly shortened.”
“Fuck.” My palm smacked against the refrigerator door. The boom echoed through the kitchen and reminded me I was not alone.
“Everything okay in there?” Kelsey asked from the other room.
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