Cleat Catcher (The Cleat Chaser Duet Book 2) (37 page)

Her mouth parted and our tongues met in the middle, slowly twisting around each other.

She leaned back, severing our connection. “What was that all about anyway?”

“Nothing.” I responded too quick.

She fidgeted with the hem of her dress. “It didn’t look like nothing. He said something to piss you off. What was it?”

I wasn’t about to tell her what he said. I damn sure wasn’t about to tell her that I called her my girlfriend in front of forty-thousand people, whether they could hear it or not.

“I don’t want to worry about it. I want all my attention on you.” I gripped her ass and lifted her easily, carrying her toward the couch as she let out a squeak of protest. My cock surged against my zipper at the sound.

She clutched my shoulders though her lips were pressed into a tight line. “This is moving kind of fast for me. I’m not sure.”

I lowered her to her back on the sofa, eyeing her from head to toe and wondering what she had on under the thin fabric of her flowery dress. “I am.”

K
YRIE

E
ASTON STOOD ABOVE
me, raking my body with his gaze. I squirmed, the tension already building between my thighs. After the game, I’d wanted to console him. But the moment he’d looked at me in the hallway—his frustration turning to something hotter—all semblance of thought had flown from my mind. And when he’d kissed me? Everything had stopped except his body pressed to mine, his tongue owning me.

But I needed to shut this down. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Too much, too soon. I sat up. “Look, Easton, I didn’t come over here to—”

He leaned over, claiming my mouth with an insistent kiss and pushing me back into the cushions. I put my hands on his chest and tried to shove him away, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them next to my ears.

His kiss lit me on fire and I couldn’t help but return it, caressing his tongue with mine as he slanted over me, tasting me. When he squeezed my wrists harder, I moaned into his mouth. He worked his knee between my thighs, the thin georgette material of my dress pushing up as he went. God, if he went much farther he’d know how wet I was.

I turned my head, breaking the kiss and taking a breath, but he wasn’t deterred. He fastened his lips to my neck, sucking and licking until goose bumps covered my arms and legs and I arched my back to him. When my pebbled nipples rubbed against his hard chest, I gasped.

He released my wrists and ran his hands down my shoulders, pushing my cardigan and the top of my dress down until my breasts were revealed. The cool air hit them, but soon after his mouth was hot and wet on one while he palmed the other. I dug my fingers into his hair and let my head fall back against the couch.

“Spread your legs.” His voice was sandpaper as he went back to sucking and biting my nipple, my need growing with each nip of his teeth.

I opened my legs and he pushed his knee up higher, until it was almost touching my pussy.

“Wider, Kyrie.” He bit my nipple for emphasis, making me moan and do as he’d said, spreading as wide as I could.

When his knee made contact with me, he hissed. “You’re so hot.”

I dug my nails into his scalp as he switched to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment as he moved his knee against my pussy, steady pressure up and down that had me moving my hips along with him.

Placing a kiss between my breasts, he pulled his knee away and sank to the floor in front of me. He ran his hands up my thighs under my dress and gripped my ass, yanking me forward until I was perched on the edge of the couch.

Looking up at me, his eyes were hooded and the corners of his mouth turned up in a faint smile. Moving his hand around my thigh, he stroked down the wet material of my panties and then back up to my clit. He used his thumb, rubbing my nub through the material and making me ache for more contact.

“You like that?” He asked, the devious smile still playing along his lips. “Tell me.”

“I-I like it.”

“How about this?” He pushed his finger around the fabric of my panties and touched my clit, stroking it in the same motion.

I jumped at the contact and bit my lip. “Yes.” It was a husky whisper.

He licked his lips and my thighs went up in flames.

“Do you want me to kiss you here?” He ran his thumb down and teased it at my entrance.

Say no, say no, say no.
“Yes.”

“What if I fuck you here? Ram my cock as deep and hard as I can until you come on a scream. Would you like that?”

No, no, no.
“Yes.” I made a keening sound as he plunged his thumb inside me.

“You’d say my name, wouldn’t you?” He pulled his thumb out and licked it clean as I watched.

My heart thumped in my chest and I couldn’t think, only stare as he closed his eyes and relished my taste.

“Say it.” His voice hardened, the edge piercing and ragged.

Heaven help me.
“Yes.”

He reached up and flattened a palm on my chest, pushing me down against the couch. He used his other hand to grip my panties and rip them off, tossing the ruined fabric to the floor. Then he put both palms under my ass and lifted me to his mouth. His breath against my hot skin made me whimper.

When he licked from my entrance to my clit, I moaned and dug my nails into the leather.

“Touch your tits.” He fastened his mouth to my clit as I pinched my nipples, my hips rocking up to his mouth as he squeezed my ass.

My head was against the back of the couch, tilted forward so I could see everything he did. His blue eyes focused on my tits then my eyes and back again as he worked me. When he slid his tongue down and stabbed it into my entrance, I arched my back even farther, and squeezed my nipples until they hurt. My pussy clenched around him and he groaned, fucking me in a fast rhythm.

“Easton.” I panted. “Please.” I didn’t know what I was asking for. I just knew I needed him to give it to me.

He returned to my clit, flicking it with his tongue, and moved one hand from my ass. When he plunged two fingers inside me, I cried out his name. He pushed farther inside, still licking my clit, and curled his fingers up to my spot.

My hips moved to his rhythm, grinding my pussy against his velvet tongue. Every breath was a soft moan as my walls clamped down on his fingers and my body became nothing but a mix of pure pleasure and need. Every touch was calculated, perfectly leading me toward the cliff of my orgasm.

He fastened his lips to my clit and sucked, nodding his head as he did it, and I fell over the edge. I arched my back, completely open to him as my pussy spasmed, every nerve ending in my body focused on his mouth and the sensation of delicious release. His name was on repeat in my mind, on my lips, as my orgasm crested, my hips seizing as he continued to suck my clit. It went on and on as he stroked me, his fingers teasing out my pleasure right along with his tongue.

Coming back down, my muscles relaxed and I melted into the couch. He kept licking me and gripped my ass harder as I tried to push away from him.

“Easton!” I cried when he nibbled at my clit with his teeth.

He pulled his fingers from me and kissed to my breasts. He put his palm to my back, pulling me to him as he tongued my nipple. I’d just had the best orgasm of my life, and he was already stoking the fire for another. Reaching behind me, he gripped my hair and yanked, forcing me to arch even further into his mouth. The pain sent a new wave of desire through me.

I reached down and ran my hand along his hard length. I wanted to touch him, to feel his smooth skin in my palm, taste it on my lips.

“Condom,” he mumbled against my skin.

“No, I’m on the pill. You’re clean, right? You better be clean.”

He answered by biting down harder on my nipple. I made quick work of his belt, then undid his jeans and zipper. Reaching in, I felt his damp head and stroked down his shaft. He groaned and kissed to my lips.

I squeezed him in my palm and his hips jerked against me.

“Fuck.” He stood and pushed me to my back, then crawled between my thighs.

I pulled at the hem of his shirt, not wanting anything but the feel of his skin against me. He obliged, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. His chest was wide and strong, the abs rippling down to his hard cock. My eyes widened at his size.

I looked up at him, and he gave me a satisfied smirk before he lowered himself on top of me and claimed my mouth again. His tip grazed my clit, and I dug my nails into his back at the tingling sensation that ricocheted through my body.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Kyrie. I want you to know that, baby.” He kissed to my ear and licked around the shell. “I’m going to own this pussy. I can’t help myself.” Running his hands through my hair, he pulled, making his point as he bit down on my shoulder.

I trembled at his words and the fire inside me clicked up a few degrees. He placed his head at my entrance and I spread my legs even wider, my knee digging into the back of the couch, when his phone rang.

It wasn’t a normal ringtone. It was some nineties hit that I vaguely recalled was by 4 Non Blondes.

“Fuck.” He licked and sucked at my jugular as his phone went to voicemail. His head still teased at me, and I wanted to push down onto him, forcing him inside me. But I didn’t have a chance. He had me pinned, totally at his mercy. And it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt.

“Fuck, your pussy is so wet.” He pushed inside the slightest bit and I clawed at his back.

“More.” I was desperate for him.

His phone rang again. “Fuck!” He turned his head and looked at the phone, and moved his hips back, pulling out.

“What is it?” I kissed the line of his jaw.

“My sister. She never calls. Hates talking on the phone. So it must be important. Otherwise, I would never even think—”

“Answer it. It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted my next breath. But he seemed genuinely concerned.

“I am so sorry. Fuck.” He reached for the phone and swiped to answer. “Kasey, I swear to fucking god if you are trolling me right now I’m going to—”

He quieted and I could hear a man’s voice filtering through the phone. His face fell and he sat back on his knees and muttered a few “uh huhs” here and there. I sat up next to him and put my hand on his chest. His heart was hammering, and I feared it wasn’t just from our activities.

“No. I’m on my way.” He got to his feet and yanked his pants up.

“What?” I pulled my dress back into place.

“My sister. She’s been in a car accident. I have to get to the hospital.”

My stomach churned. “Is she okay?”

“Something happened to her hand. I don’t know. I just have to get there.” He pulled his shirt on and helped me to my feet.

“I’ll come with you.” I grabbed my cardigan and bag.

“You don’t have to.” He pulled his shoes on while I slipped back into my espadrilles.

“I know. I want to.”

He gripped the back of my neck and kissed the top of my head. “Thank you.” Then he took my hand and we hurried down to his truck.

He sped through the streets, running red lights whenever no one was coming. His devotion to his sister made me look at him even more swoony than I already did. He gripped my hand, his tension ratcheting up as we parked in the hospital deck. Hurrying through the halls to the emergency room, I was only able to keep up with him because he wrapped his arm around my waist and hauled me alongside him.

We burst into the emergency department and bee lined for the nurse’s station. “Kasey Holliday? Where is she?”

The nurse, a young blonde, looked up and batted her eyelashes at him. “I’m afraid I can’t give out that information.”

“—sort of fucking barbarians run this place? This is cunt shit! Where’s my morphine?” An irate woman’s voice floated to my ears.

I pulled on Easton’s hand. “Come on. I hear her.”

“Huh?” He turned away from the flirty nurse and I pointed down the hall in the direction of the growing diatribe.

“And another thing, I want a hot nurse. Big tits, got me?” When Easton heard that last little bit of bluster, he took off and we rushed to Kasey’s room.

She sat upright, a bandage on her temple and her left hand in some sort of gauze and silver metal contraption that kept her fingers straight.

“What the fuck, Kasey?” Easton rushed to her bed and a relieved-looking doctor hurried by, undoubtedly happy for the distraction.

Easton grabbed his sister’s chin and turned her head to the side to inspect her bandage. “What the fuck happened?”

Kasey sniffed. “Why do your fingers smell like tasty pussy?”

Easton pulled his hand away and stuffed it into his pocket as Kasey glanced to me. A smile spread across her face, though it turned into a painful grimace at the end.

“Morphine, I said!” Her shout made me want to cover my ears. She quieted down and peered past Easton to me. “Come here. Looking at you will make me feel better.”

I couldn’t help but smile and walk up to Easton’s elbow. She eyed me up and down, lingering on my breasts on each pass, before settling back into her pillows. “Yes, I feel better already.”