Forbidden Player (Forbidden Small Town Bad Boys)

by Holly Jaymes

  “We never discussed expectations.”

  “How’s this? I expect that both us, for the time we’re doing whatever it is we’re doing here, to be monogamous. I can keep my dick in my pants.” I laughed at myself. “Well, I could and was doing it with success until I met you.”

  Her lips twitched up as she turned to look back over the water.

  “I’m not whoever that asshole football player you dated in high school was,” I said, wanting to make sure she understood that.

  “No, you’re not,” she said.

  “Good.” We stood in silence, gazing at the water. We seemed to hit a truce and yet, she still felt a bit apart from me. Perhaps it was time to get off the subject of exes and cheaters. “How are your mini-retreat plans going?”

  “Good. I’m keeping it a bit loose and low key. Allie did say she’d come over one day during the retreat and do a yoga session for us. I was going to ask you to pose for us, but I don’t want to share.”

  Another step closer to her, I thought. “It’s probably against the rules anyway.”

  She slipped her hand into mine, and then held it out so she could study it. “I’d like to paint you, still.”

  “Clearly, when it comes to you, I’m willing to break rules.”

  She smiled up at me, and I was ready to hand her the moon hanging over the lake. “Can we start now?”

  “Now? What do I have to do?” I asked, not sure I was ready to have her study me naked. Fuck me, yes. Paint me? I wasn’t sure.

  “Strip while I get my sketch book. I’ll draw you first.”

  “Here?” I looked along the banks of the lake. We were completely alone. The few cabins out here were empty until her retreat. The lodge was a half-mile away, and it wasn’t likely the Minors would be out anyway. Since it was night, no one would be here.

  She nodded. “We’re alone. No one will see.” She arched a brow. “For a daring man, you seem a little skittish.”

  “I guess I am.”

  She slid her hands over my chest. “I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”

  I wanted to please her. It was crazy how much I wanted to please her. “Sure. Okay. Everything?”

  “Everything. Right here. I want to capture you with the lake and moon.” Her face was lit up with excitement.

  “Okay,” I said, still not sure, but willing to do it if it made her happy. I tugged my shirt off.

  She ran her hands over my chest again, and then rushed into her house to grab her things.

  I laughed at myself as I stripped down. The night air was cool, which didn’t make my dick too happy, but I was pretty sure she said she didn’t want to draw that anyway.

  “You’re like a God,” she said as she approached me from behind. “The Eden Lake God. I think I’ll name the painting that when it’s done.”

  “This will just be for you, right? Or, people won’t know it’s me?” I didn’t want to end up hanging on someone’s wall.

  “For someone who has his dick online, you sure are skittish about this,” she said.

  “This is different.”

  “How?”

  I laughed. “I don’t know. It just is.”

  “It’ll be fine. I won’t do anything with it without your okay.” She started directing me on where and how to stand. “You have magnificent muscles, Tucker.”

  “They’re coming along,” I said.

  “I bet the guy trying to take your job isn’t as perfectly sculpted. Or handsome. Or sexy.”

  My dick twitched at her words, despite the cool air. “He’s leaner for sure. Not as fast either, but he tends to be a safer player too, which sometimes coaches and owners like.”

  “Safer? How can you be safer when a bunch of big men are trying to tackle you?”

  “He tends to stay in the pocket more.”

  “Pocket?” she asked, as she moved my arms into place.

  “It’s when the offensive line creates a wall to protect the quarterback as he prepares to throw the ball.”

  “You don’t like to be in the pocket?” She stood back and studied me for a moment.

  “Well, I do, but if it starts to collapse, I’ll run or scramble so I can get the play off.”

  “And your coaches don’t like that?” She pushed my shoulders making my upper body twist slightly. The pose was reminding me a bit of the position I took when I threw a ball.

  “I’m more likely to get hurt out of the pocket.”

  “Is that what happened to you?” she asked, standing back slightly and studying me.

  I could still feel the force of the hit and the sharp pain that seared through my shoulder, when I landed during the play that took me out of the game for the rest of the season and left me fighting for my job.

  “Yes.”

  She was behind me, her hands running along my upper back. I felt her lips on my right shoulder blade. “A kiss for luck.”

  I wanted to turn and take her in my arms to kiss her fully. Maybe even fuck her right here under the moon. But I didn’t want to ruin the pose she put me in.

  “Now, stand still while I sketch you.”

  “Do you sketch a lot of naked men?” I asked, hoping conversation would make me feel less awkward.

  “Not anymore.”

  I couldn’t see her, but her voice held humor.

  “But you used to?”

  “In school, we sketched some nudes. Men and women.”

  “Dicks too?”

  She laughed softly. “Sometimes.”

  “That’s how you decided they’re not very attractive, huh?” I said.

  “Yes. I’d draw yours though, Tucker.”

  I closed my eyes as her words made my dick perk up again. Because my back was to her, she likely couldn’t see.

  “Regular or erect,” I asked, clearly a masochist.

  “It’s lovely both ways, but I will admit I’m partial to erect.”

  “Fuck,” I said under my breath. “I think you’re going to have your chance.”

  16

  Loving Tucker

  Emma

  When Tucker returned to my house, I was so incredibly relieved. Probably more than was safe for my heart, but I couldn’t help it. That was until he said his piece and turned to leave. He wasn’t there to try and make up, he’d only wanted to speak his mind.

  At first, I thought I should let him go. It would be better if I did. But I couldn’t. For one, I knew I owed him an apology. He was right. I shouldn’t have accused him of something and then not given him the chance to explain. Second, I wanted him. I wanted to talk to him. Laugh with him. Dream with him. Make love to him.

  Thank goodness, he accepted my apology and agreed to stay. But even after he kissed me, things were still a little awkward as we stood by the lake. I wished he’d take me in his arms and kiss me senseless, but he clearly wasn’t ready to do that. I could feel the agitated energy radiating off of him, and perhaps he needed to settle down a bit.

  I decided to take advantage of that energy by drawing him. His muscles were taut, making it the best time to sketch them. Thankfully, he agreed, even though it clearly made him uncomfortable.

  I put him in the position similar to the Artemision Bronze. The ancient sculpture was thought to be of Zeus or Poseidon, but without a lightning bolt or trident. Which was missing from the statue, experts couldn’t know for sure. But it could have been a football, as the pose had an arm pulled back like it was going to throw something. The bronze work was crafted facing forward, but I wanted to capture the strong lines of Tucker’s shoulders and back.

  I laughed at his comment that I’d have a chance to sketch his dick. I was relieved we were finally getting back to how we were before I misinterpreted the meeting with his agent.

  “So, am I throwing a football here?” he asked.

  “No, you’re a Greek God. Have you heard of the Artemision Bronze?”

  “No. This is how he stands?”

  “Yes. He’s throwing something, although that object was mis
sing when it was found.”

  “Like a hunter?” he asked. “Throwing a spear or something?”

  “Most scholars think it’s either Zeus with a lightning bolt or Poseidon with a trident.”

  “It’s not good to lose your tools,” Tucker said. “Do you suppose they had to fight for their jobs?”

  I sketched the outline of Tucker, adding in strokes for the lake and moon over the water, before focusing on details of his back. “They were Gods. They fought a lot, but I don’t know if they had to compete for their realms.”

  He didn’t say anything to that, so I kept sketching, working quickly to add the details of the muscles of his biceps and arms before he got tired.

  I got the important aspects of the sketch done. Then I took out my phone. “Can I take a picture of you to refer to later?”

  “As long as it doesn’t end up online, it’s okay. I don’t need Lauren lecturing me about how I’d cost her millions if I fucked up my career.”

  I snapped a couple of pictures from various angles. “Does she do that? See you as a cash cow?”

  “That’s what she says. We’re friendly, but it is a business arrangement.”

  I put my phone in my pocket and set my sketch on the deck table before walking down to where he was standing by the water.

  “Hold the pose, okay?” I said as I came up behind him.

  “Are you done?” he asked, his eyes glancing over his shoulder at me.

  “Sketching, yes. Admiring you, no.” I ran my hands down along his upper back and out along his shoulders. “You have an incredibly sexy back, Tucker.”

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  I gently ran my fingers down his back, and over his backside, thinking maybe it was really possible to bounce a quarter off his tight ass.

  “I bet you look great in your uniform,” I said, giving his ass a light squeeze.

  “The truth comes out. You’re just into me because of my body.”

  I laughed. “It could be. It’s magnificent.” I slid my hands around his waist, and down his tight abs, finding his dick, which was - as he’d indicated - getting hard. I kissed his back.

  “I hope you’re going to be done soon, because I’m having a hard time holding this pose.”

  I ducked under his arm to move in front of him.

  His eyes were hot and filled with desire as I ran my fingers down his chest. “Just a little bit longer. I need to get a closer look at your dick if I’m going to draw him.” I moved down his body.

  “Aw fuck,” he groaned.

  I lowered to my knees on the soft, pine needle covered ground. I took his dick in hand, stroking it once before moving closer to study every ridge, examine the soft over hard.

  “Emma,” his voice was strained.

  “Yes?” I asked, pretending not to notice.

  “I have to fucking touch you.”

  “My turn first,” I said, leaning forward to kiss the velvety tip.

  He groaned. “Are you punishing me?”

  “Does this feel like punishment?” I licked my tongue around the edge of the head of his dick.

  “It’s sweet torture, baby,” he gasped.

  “Maybe this will help.” I sucked him into my mouth, sliding my lips along his hard length, loving the mixture of hiss and groan that emanated from him.

  “Let me touch you,” he managed to say.

  I looked up as I used my hand to slowly stroke him. “You don’t like this?”

  “I love it, but I want to join in.”

  “What would you do?” I asked, licking around his tip again.

  “I’d take you inside and strip you naked and touch and lick and suck every inch of you.”

  I was already aroused, but his words set off an inferno in my body. The dark promise of the pleasure he’d give me radiated from his eyes. Yet, I was torn. I wanted to pleasure him here, under the stars and moon. I wanted to make my Lake God cum.

  “You first,” I said, returning my mouth to his dick.

  His hand went to my head, as his hips gently rocked. “You’ll make me cum.”

  “That’s the point,” I said, licking one testicle and then the other, before taking him in my mouth again. I tightened my lips and used my hand to stroke him harder, faster.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he moaned. I continued to suck and stroke, feeling his dick grow and get harder in my mouth. I was sure he was about to cum when he reached down, grabbed my arms and hauled me up. He kissed me hard. “I have to fuck you. Let me, please.”

  I worried that perhaps I wasn’t very good at oral sex. It had been awhile and I wasn’t sure I was any good at it before. But I couldn’t focus on that. I wanted to make him happy.

  “Okay.”

  He kissed me hard again, and then scooped me up and started toward the house. “We need a bed.”

  I helped him by opening the door and shutting it when we were inside, then he carried me to my bedroom. He set me by the bed and looked down at me with such intensity in his eyes, it made my heart stutter in my chest.

  His hands were gentle as he undressed me. I’d thought this would be a fast and furious fuck, but as he lay me back, his gaze holding mine as his hands softly roamed my body, I realized he wanted something slower.

  “If I could draw and paint, I’d want to capture you,” he said, as he lay over me. “But I’m not sure even the most talented artist would be able to get your true essence on canvas.”

  It was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to me. I reached up and caressed his face.

  He leaned down and kissed me, then his lips trailed along my jaw and lower, until he was sucking on my nipples, giving each of them attention until my hips were gyrating in response. He started to move lower, but the need to have him inside of me was too great. It was almost as if I was coming apart and only he could keep me together.

  “Tucker, I want you.”

  “I’m here, baby,” he said as he kissed my belly.

  “Inside me.” I reached for him, trying to pull him up.

  He hesitated for a moment, but then gave into my wish. He reached over for the condoms in my side drawer.

  “Tucker.”

  “Yes,” he pulled the drawer open.

  “I’m on the pill.”

  He stilled and looked at me. “Are you sure?”

  “Am I sure I’m on the pill or am I sure I want you to fuck me without a condom?”

  “Without a condom.”

  “I’m healthy. I imagine you are too. But if it’s a problem—”

  “It’s not.” He moved over me, his hands cradling my face as his intense dark eyes gazed down at me. “And I am healthy. I just want you to be sure.”

  “I wouldn’t have mentioned it if I wasn’t.”

  He kissed me, his hand sliding down my waist to my thigh, hooking under my knee and lifting it up and out so he could settle his hips against me.

  He lifted his head as his tip teased my entrance. Our gazes held as he pushed, and his thick, smooth cock slid inside.

  I groaned as pleasure speared out from my pussy.

  “Fuck, yeah…so good, Emma…” He fused his lips to mine again, as he continued to fill me until he couldn’t go any deeper. All the unsettled feelings that I’d put between us when I accused him of cheating were finally pushed away. Like this, I’d never felt closer to him. Closer to anyone really.

  I ignored the little niggle of worry of how it would be when this ended. Instead, I focused on the perfection of this moment.

  His hands took mine, bringing them over my head. Our fingers laced together as he looked down on me and started to move, slowly, surely, his eyes watching me as he withdrew and then slid back in.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice thready.

  “So are you,” I said, wrapping my legs around his hips, to pull him in deeper each time he filled me.

  “I want to watch you cum, Emma. I want to see you as pleasure consumes you.”

  The idea of him watchi
ng as my orgasm took me felt a little embarrassing and at the same time, I wanted him to see, to know, how wonderful he made me feel. He continued to move in and out of me, each time a little bit faster, a little bit harder as need coiled tighter.

  “Tucker,” I said, as he thrust, and the pleasure ratcheted up, making me arch as I reached higher.

  “Say my name when you cum, Emma.” He dipped his head and sucked on my nipple, propelling me higher toward that sweet explosion.

  “Yes, yes…” I chanted as each plunge of his body, the suckle of his lips, pushed me up and up. “Oh God…I’m there…”

  He lifted his head, and I knew he was watching me. He plunged in, grinding his hips against me, hitting my clit as he did and like a rocket, he shot me to the heavens.

  “Tucker!” I cried out as pleasure blasted from my pussy to every neuron in my body.

  “Yes, baby…you’re so beautiful when you cum…so fucking beautiful.” His voice was strained, like he was holding back.

  “Cum in me, Tucker. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

  He growled, his hands flexing and then squeezing mine.

  I wrapped my legs tighter, wanting to savor this moment of feeling him cum in me. Of our bodies being entwined so intimately. I wanted him to feel how much I loved him, even if I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.

  17

  Home

  Tucker

  When I hit puberty, my father sat me down to discuss the birds and the bees. The most important thing he seemed to want me to remember was to always respect women and always use a condom until I was ready to have babies. I’d followed those guidelines all the way up until now.

  When Emma first said she was on the pill, my brain short circuited a bit. But then my father’s words came to me. I respected Emma, but I wasn’t sure she truly respected me. Or maybe she did, but she didn’t trust me, and that was enough reason to use a condom. And yet, I didn’t. I didn’t because the thought of being inside this amazing woman without a barrier wasn’t something I could pass up. Yes, there was heightened arousal around the thought of not using a condom, but it was more than that. I wanted to be a part of her and her a part of me.