Necessary Roughness (HotShots Book 1) (4 page)

N
icky

D
ear Lord in Heaven
, help me.

I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this, but I’ll do it again and again if this is my reward.

Sweet Sophia is face down on the bed, and my fingers are buried in her throat and she’s begging for more.

I slap her ass, and she begs for it.

I slap again and she moans.

Then I pull out abruptly and kiss her ass, kissing away the marks of my fingers, and she pushes her ass into my face.

So I bury my tongue in her pussy.

She bucks against my face again, and I plunge further into her, and her smell… Lord, she smells sweet. So musky, so womanly.

My dick strains and strains and it taken a Herculean effort not to shoot my load into the bed.

I pull back and then push into her, burying so deep that my hips are melded to hers, her ass pressed into my front, and I reach around, pulling her into me by her tits, my thumbs scraping at her nipples.

She’s so wanton, she just begs for more, uttering my name, moaning.

The last thing I hear as I shudder into her is her voice.

“Nicky, Nicky…”

Lord, God almighty.

My knee is shaking, and I roll to the side, my biceps feeling the burn.

Sophie is limp, and when I can, I prop myself up on an elbow, looking down at her.

“Are you ok? Was that ok?”

Her eyes pop open. “Are you kidding? That was perfect. When can we do it again?”

I laugh and collapse into the pillows and she pulls at me, truly ready to go again.

“You’re insatiable,” I tell her.

“You like it,” she answers, and she’s wriggling against me. I think about Shorty’s words, about how others think she’s a bitch and her vagina is welded shut. I stare down at it now, and it is wide open and pink and perfect, and it doesn’t matter how much my knee hurts or how my biceps are shaking.

I plunge into her again.

S
ophie

W
e spend
all day in bed.

Literally.

We don’t come up for air until my ass is red from spankings, my body aches from being taken so often, and my face is red from whisker burn. It’s dark outside when we get up for sustenance, for wine and cheese and bread, and Nicky limps a little more than usual on the way to the kitchen.

“Are you ok?” I ask him, and now I’m concerned. I could’ve just set him back. I’m here to help him, not hurt him.

“I’m good, Kitten.” He turns the kitchen light on.

“On a scale of…” I start to say, but he interrupts.

“I’m fine. Come over here.”

I do, and he pulls me into his strong arms, and kisses me again, and I’m oblivious to my stinging cheeks and sore muscles.

He is bliss.

That’s all there is to it.

We have a snack, and drink some wine, and he turns to me.

“I’m not a hundred percent, Soph, and you and I both know it.”

I don’t know what to say, so I just look at him.

“Before the injury, I could’ve picked you up and carried you anywhere in this house. I could’ve gone jogging with you in my arms. I could’ve done a lot of things. But now…” he glares down at his leg. “Now I’m can’t.”

“You can,” I insist. “You’ve been doing a
lot of things
all afternoon.” I think I blush when I say the words, and he grins.

“Well, you’re easily pleased,” he tells me. But I’m already shaking my head.

“I’m not. I’m not easily pleased. That’s why I haven’t been with anyone in so long. When you have…an appetite… like mine, I like it rough… but I also like it soft. It takes a special kind of man to know when to do what. Most don’t have that skill. But you do. You do, Nicky.”

He runs his hand up my back, and stops at my neck, pulling my face to his.

He kisses me hard and long.

“I don’t know what to do,” he finally says. “About my knee. I’m not ready to stop playing. But… I don’t want to play like a half-ass, either.”

“Don’t worry about that right now,” I tell him. “We’ve got weeks before they want an answer from me. We’ve got time.”

“I just hate having things hang over my head,” he says, and he’s troubled. He gulps down his wine, and nothing I say brings him comfort.

“Let’s go back to bed,” I tell him. “We’ll worry about this tomorrow.

He agrees to that, and when we get to bed, he’s gentle with me, soft and sweet. He kisses me carefully, lying me back ever-so-gently, and he makes love to me, like I’m made of glass.

This
was what I meant when I said he could tell what I wanted.

Rough is amazing, but only when it’s followed by
this.

We fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, and I do have to admit that before I slumber, it occurs to me that I’m in Nicky Chase’s arms, in Nicky Chase’s bed.

There are a million girls who would love to be here right this minute, but he chose me.

It’s a good feeling.

I
wake
up in the night, and I wake up hard as a rock.

Sophie is soft and curled up beside me, her dark head resting in the crook of my arm. I smile at the angelic look on her face. I know that in here, she’s anything but.

I slide my hand down her arm, and her skin reacts with instant goose-bumps. I kiss them away. She moves closer to me in her sleep.

I kiss her neck.

She starts to breathe heavier.

I move downward to her breasts, and lick her nipples, then suck them to full attention.

Her eyes open, and focus on me.

She smiles.

“You didn’t get enough earlier?”

“Nope. I doubt I ever will.”

She grins, like the vixen she is, and before I know it, she’s flipped me onto my back, and has slid onto my my shaft, and I’m moaning her name. She rides me hard and fast, and she gets so wet that she literally drips down my dick.

“Fuck me, Nicky,” she whispers and her eyes burn into mine. “Fuck me hard.”

Damn it all, but she’s going to make me cum already.

I think of puppies and cold fish, and then turn the tables, rolling over on top of her and pinning her down. Her wrists are restrained and she grins again.

“You like that?”

She nods.

“You want to be tied up?”

She nods again.

“You’re a dirty girl, kitten,” I tell her once again. She giggles, completely unashamed. I go digging in my closet for some neckties, my erection standing straight out in front of me.

I return to the bed in twenty seconds flat.

I tie her wrists firmly to each corner of the headboard, then for good measure, tie her ankles to the footboard.

“Now what are you going to do?” she asks me breathlessly.

I crawl over her slowly, with purposely, rubbing my skin over hers, in delicious friction.

“I’m going to do whatever I want. Is anything off the table?”

She thinks on that.

“I don’t think so. But I’ll let you know.”

“Ok.” I lick at her first, drawing circles with my tongue, and then lap, lap, lapping. At the same time, I rub her nipples with my fingers. Then I slide my fingers in and out, then lick my fingers clean.

She’s panting.

I slide into her, for one thrust, two, three, then pull out.

She glares at me.

“More.”

I move my dick so close to her pussy that she can feel the tip, and she bucks and bucks to get to it, but I’m just out of reach. I do it on purpose.

I slide my finger into her again, one, two, three of them.

I let her ride my hand for a while and her eyes are squeezed tightly closed. I lean forward and suck on her nipples again, hard, harder, harder, and she’s panting when I’m finished.

“Please, Nicky,” she moans. “Fuck me.”

“How do you want it?” I ask.

“Hard,” she begs.

“Wrong answer.” I tease her with the tip of my dick, and then my fingers. She writhes beneath me.

“How do you want it?” I ask again.

“Gentle,” she says this time.

“Wrong answer,” I tell her again.

“What do you want to hear?” she asks, desperate by now. “Tell me and I’ll say it.”

I kiss her hard, all the while still fingering her.

She arches her back and she’s almost ready to climax, I can feel her breath speed up, her fingers clench into fists, and then I pull my hand away.

I smile, and she’s limp.

“How do you want it?” I ask one more time.

“Any way you want to give it to me,” she says quickly. “Just fuck me.”

“Right answer,” I tell her, and I slide into her again, and she cums within a minute, shuddering with her release.

I follow close behind.

“Good Lord, Nicky,” she chides me afterward. “Were you trying to kill me?”

“Did you die?”

She rolls her eyes. “No.”

“Did you like it?”

“Hell, yes.”

“Good. I like you in my bed, Kitten.”

She closes her eyes, smiling. “Good.”

S
ophie

N
icky wakes early
, and quietly gets up to shower, careful to try not to wake me. I don’t let on that I’m already awake. He tries so hard to be quiet, that I don’t have the heart.

When the water is running, I lay still, my hands feeling my body.

My thighs are sore, and my lady bits definitely know they’ve been invaded. They’ve got that sweet ache that reminds me, not that I’ve forgotten.

Nicky Chase has a way of getting into your head and staying there.

In the light of day, it’s easy to think straight.

I shouldn’t have done this. It wasn’t professional. I don’t want to be another notch in a belt. I just got carried away.

It’s as I am berating myself that Nicky’s phone dings with a text on his nightstand.

Out of curiosity, I glance over at it, and the words chill me to my bone.

Remember, do what it takes. If you have to fuck her, fuck her.

It’s his manager.

And I’m quite sure that the
her
he is referring to is
me
.

His meaning is quite clear.

Nicky slept with with me simply so that I’ll give him the green-light to play ball again.

It slams into me with the force of a Mack truck and it crushes me.

I’m still in shock when he comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, toweling off his hair.

He glances at me, then stares, concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your manager texted. And you’re an ass.”

I jump up and rush away, as dignified as I can naked, and he’s confounded.

“What the hell?” I hear him mutter behind me. And then… he follows me.

N
icky

I
stare
at Shorty’s text, and then at the empty bed, and I know what she thinks, and it makes me feel ill.

“Come back!” I call, hobbling after her. “It’s not what you think.”

She doesn’t answer, and she’s way ahead of me, and I hear her bedroom door slam closed.

Fuck.

This isn’t good.

I try to open the door, but it’s locked.

I hear a lot of banging going on, thumps and bumps.

I knock, no answer.

“Sophie, please,” I knock again. “Please. It’s not like that.”

Silence.

“Sophie!”

Nothing.

“When you first came, I didn’t know you,” I try to explain. “Shorty and I were just messing around. But then I got to know you, and I didn’t sleep with you for any reason other than I like you.”

She stops moving, but there’s still no answer.

“I like the way your eyes sparkle when you’re happy and snap when you’re annoyed. I like the way you’re a freak in the bedroom. I like the way you smile and the dimple in your cheek. I haven’t known you long, but I really really want to get to know you even better.”

Nothing.

“Sophie?”

Still nothing.

“Sophie? Get away from the door.” And with that, using my good leg, I kick down the door.

Sophie stands shocked and silent in the middle of the room, pausing mid-movement from packing her suitcase.

“Please don’t go,” I ask her. “Not because of football or my injury or your job. Please stay because you like me. Just me. Nicky Chase. Not the ball player, but the person.”

“You don’t even know me,” she says hesitantly, and her eyes are so hurt. I feel like shit because I’ve done that to her.

“I do though,” I insist. “And I want to know you better. You’re an amazing person, Soph. Let me know the rest of you. Please. Stay.”

“I might step away from your case,” she warns me. “It’s still early enough that they could get someone else, someone who is unbiased.”

“Do that,” I say immediately. “If that is what it takes for you to understand that I want you for you, then do that. Do it right now. Call your boss.”

I hold out my phone.

“Call him right now. Just stay here with me.”

“People don’t live with each other from the very beginning like this,” she says, and she’s still uncertain. I roll my eyes.

“We make our own rules, Sophie. We do what we want. And I want to be with you. Right now. Tomorrow. The day after that.”

She’s silent, but I can see she’s actually considering it.

“Stay here with me. You can help me with my knee, and we’ll have someone else do the assessment. It’ll just be you and me, Sophie. You and me. We’ll start over, and get to know each other without your job hanging over us. Please.”

“You’d really do that?” her eyes are wide, hopeful.

“Hell, yeah. I’d do more than that, if that’s what it took.”

“You’re really not just using me?”

She’s in such disbelief.

“Whoever made you doubt your own self-worth like you do, I’d like to punch them in the face,” I announce. She almost smiles.

“Ok,” she agrees suddenly, quietly. “I’ll stay.”

“You’ll stay?”

“Yeah. But on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“I get to call you Nic. Because no one else does.”

“Done,” I agree immediately. “I’m your Nic.”

She grins beatifically.

I reach for her, and she folds into my arms, her own wrapping around my waist.

“I’m not like everyone else to you?” she asks, and her voice is small against my chest.

“Hell, no. You’re my little Italian spitfire.”

I feel her smile.

“And I want to make love to you now, and then fuck you hard tonight.”

She smiles again.

“You already know what I like.”

“You bet your pretty little ass, I do.”

So I show her.

I show her every little thing that she likes.

Even some things she didn’t
know
she would like.

I’m generous that way.