Pinned Down: A Triple Threat Sports Romance (31 page)

He teased me, though, taking his time, licking along the outside of my lips. I thrusted my hips toward him, my body hungry for more. He held me still, toying with me, driving me nearly insane. It was almost painful, the way I needed him. I begged him to take me, lick me, touch me. He only chuckled, even the breath on my skin enough to enflame me more.

Finally, he took mercy, dipping his tongue into my wetness. I nearly shot up from the bed, my body stiffening, then shuddering as an almost instant orgasm rocked me body and soul. I couldn’t believe I was coming so quickly, but I rode it out, loving it, letting it wash over me until I was left with nothing but a hazy, warm afterglow.

“That was fast,” he murmured, before starting up again. I only moaned as his tongue found me, delving into my most secret places. Places that had been waiting for him to rediscover them. I felt the tension building again, so quickly, so perfectly, and it wasn’t long before the pressure on my clit was enough to send me into another orgasm. I gasped, shuddering, overcome with pleasure.

He’d had enough foreplay, clearly, because the next thing I knew he was kneeling between my legs, lowering his shorts. His erection sprang free, and I could have wept with joy at the sight of it. So long, thick, hard. Just as I’d remembered it so many times when I fantasized about him. Every woman’s wet dream, and it was all mine. For the night, at least.

He positioned himself against me, still kneeling with my legs on either side of him. I wanted to close my eyes but kept them open instead, wanting to see him when he entered me. And when he did, it was pure bliss.

“Oh, God,” I whispered, shocked at the sensation of his manhood sliding inside me. It had been so long. Too long. I closed my eyes finally, smiling in satisfaction.

He lowered himself, hovering over me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck and let him ride me. It was enough just to have him inside me, just to feel him in and on and all over me. Our bodies pressed together, connected again. The slight sheen of sweat that rose up on his skin as he worked, the muscles in his back moving under my hands as he thrusted in and out, in and out. It was magic, bliss, better than anything I’d imagined it being if we were ever together again.

He looked down at me, pulling away far enough for our eyes to meet. I could hardly see in the darkness, but his eyes were clear as anything as he stared into mine. We rode on and on, never breaking eye contact. I’d never felt so connected to him, body and soul. Like all the years between then and now were nothing, and we’d never spent more than a minute apart. Time was nothing, anyway. We were eternal. And we were meant to do what we did at that moment.

“Yes…yes…” It was all I could say. He had to know how much I wanted it, how much I needed him inside me to make me whole again. To give me back whatever it was I had lost when I left him. I had never been quite myself. Part of me was with him, always. With him inside me, taking me higher and higher toward bliss, the missing puzzle piece fell back into place. It was him all along. I’d been missing him.

His motions sped up, his thrusts got deeper, more desperate. The tension grew in my core, building, tightening, spreading through me. I welcomed it, urging him on with my eyes and my voice. Jerking my hips upward to meet him thrust for thrust, pulling him closer with my legs around his butt. He cried out, and I felt myself tighten around him to signal my orgasm.

When it hit, I was sure I would break into a million pieces. I gripped, him, raking my nails down his back, screaming into his shoulder as years of desire, sadness, loneliness, aching need, thwarted love and more came pouring out of me in a wave. It was the most intense, most all-encompassing orgasm I’d ever experienced. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew he was coming, too, and I reveled in the thought that we finished together. And still I came, still the waves of ecstasy washed over my body, leaving me breathless and trembling, crying after the rush of emotion subsided.

“Are you okay?” He forgot his own climax, looking down at me. He smoothed the hair back from my forehead, wiping tears from my cheeks.

I nodded. “That was intense,” I whispered. I had the feeling he understood without my having to go into further detail.

It had been so different. I tried to tell myself it was all in my head, that the time we’d spent apart made it seem intense. My body had changed, too. I wasn’t a kid anymore. I’d carried and given birth to a child. I reacted differently to his touch, to the feel of him inside me. And it had been years since a man had been there. Of course, it would be better than anything I could remember.

It was all true—and at the same time, none of it was. It wasn’t just the newness, or my virtual second virginity. It was him. Being with Grayson again felt like no time had passed. We still fit together perfectly, like we were meant for each other. It was magic.

The room was too dark for me to get a good look at his face, and I wondered what he was thinking. Was it as good for him? Did he feel what I felt? Why didn’t I have the courage to ask him?

Chapter Fifteen

Grayson

I wanted to ask her if it felt as good to her as it had to me, but I didn’t have the courage. It was enough to lie there with her in my arms.

“I don’t even want to tell you how long it had been since I did that,” she murmured. I heard her faint chuckle. Something inside me roared with pride, and I hoped the room was dark enough to hide my smile. She pushed herself up on one elbow, looking down at me. “I guess you didn’t exactly take vows of celibacy while we were apart.”

I snorted. “Not hardly.”

“Mm-hmm. How many women?”

“None of your business.”

“How many? I bet you can’t even tell me. I bet you have no idea.”

I sighed. She had a way of getting right under my skin and rooting around for my weak spots. “You’re right. I don’t know. Okay? A lot. Can we leave it at that?”

“A lot.” She seemed to think it over. “Are we talking three digits?”

“Jess.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry.” She went silent. Her hand rested on my chest, and she traced random patterns with the tip of one fingernail.

“How many for you?”

“None of your business,” she said, in a snotty tone.

“Come on. You asked me.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t give me a straight answer.”

“So? Because I couldn’t. You mean to tell me you can’t even keep track of all the men you’ve been with since we were together?”

“No. I just don’t feel like sharing, is all.” I knew from the tone of her voice what the answer was.

“You mean you weren’t with anybody? Not even a single person?”

“Damn it, Grayson.” She sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees. Her back was bare, and even in the dim light I could see the way she shook. I put a hand on her skin, making her jerk away like I’d burned her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off. I was only playing around.”

“Yes, well, some of us take things seriously. Like sleeping with somebody. That’s something I take seriously. I don’t sleep around.”

I sighed. “I didn’t think you did.”

“But you do, right?”

“It’s different for me. You know that.”

She turned. “No, I don’t know that. Enlighten me, please.”

I forgot she hadn’t been around. She didn’t know what life was like for me. I sat up against the headboard. “Imagine it. I go around with the club. Everybody knows I’m with them, right? Everybody knows I’m president. We have parties, we have fun. There are women everywhere.”

“So you can’t control yourself,” she snapped.

“Why the hell should I? I’m single, right? Divorced, but single. You left, Jess. And you know, before you did, you were the only woman I was ever with. Ever in my life. But if you thought I was gonna wait around for you, you were mistaken. If you chose to swear off men, that was your choice—just like it was your choice to leave. I don’t walk around your life, telling you that you made bad choices. Don’t do the same thing to me.”

“You don’t? So that’s why you’ve done everything in your power to call me a bad mother after what’s happened with the loan sharks?” She glared at me. Even in the near-darkness, I could tell she glared.

“That’s different. My choices don’t involve a kid—at least, they didn’t until tonight. You put him in danger by doing what you did. I can’t bite my tongue forever. He’s my kid, too.”

She drew in a breath like she was about to scream at me. I braced myself. Then, she laughed. “Are we really fighting again?”

I laughed, too. It was ridiculous. “Yeah, we are. I guess we’ve been making up for lost time.”

She settled back in beside me, head on my chest again. “And for the record, you’re the only person I’ve ever been with,” she whispered. “Just you. Nobody else compared to you. I don’t care if that makes me sound corny, or if you hold it over my head later on. It’s the truth. Besides, I didn’t want to bring anybody else into my life unless I was sure they were right for David, too. Nobody fit the bill.”

“Do I?” I asked. I couldn’t help myself.

“Honestly? Now that you know about him, I would like you to be part of his life. I meant it when I told you I was sorry for keeping him from you all this time. When I look back, I recognize how silly it was to do that. It would have to be a slow process, though, you know? He’s a smart kid, but he’s sensitive.”

“Yeah, I figured that out.”

She snickered. “I guess you see that as weakness,” she muttered.

“In a seven-year-old kid? No. I think it’s natural. Stop telling me what I think,” I said.

“You’re right. I don’t know why I’m so contentious right now.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d be nice and mellow after coming so hard.”

“Ha, ha,” she said, sarcasm in her voice.

“I must not have done my job well enough,” I said, stroking her back. She squirmed, giggling a little. When my fingers reached the base of her spine, right above her ass, she stopped giggling. I heard her sigh, instead.

“Not so funny, is it?” I murmured, moving my hand up and down, up and down. Each time I went a little lower, gently touching the spot above her tailbone, then a little lower until I stroked the curve of her ass. She squirmed, moaning softly. “You still like that, huh?” I murmured, getting harder the more she moaned and moved against me. She gasped when my fingers brushed against her asshole, then groaned when I touched her wetness.

I lifted one of her legs, draping it over my waist, giving me access to all of her. She settled against me, opening her legs a little wider so I could reach the entire length of her cleft. I went slowly, remembering every bit of her. The sounds coming from her were so familiar, it was like no time had passed. The way she whimpered when I stroked her outer lips, careful not to give her too much right away. The need in her voice when I teased her.

Then I went deeper, wetting my fingers as I explored her folds. She sighed, gripping my shoulder with one hand as I worked her. She closed her eyes, making desperate little noises as I ran the tips of my fingers over her most sensitive places. I reached her clit, and she went stiff against me with a sharp gasp. Then she relaxed into it, moaning, writhing against me as I massaged her button just the way I knew she liked it. I traced slow circles around it, barely making contact, until she begged me to let her come.

“You wanna come for me?” I whispered, not giving her what she wanted. Driving her crazy.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Please! I need to!” I kept going, just barely touching her, loving the way she begged me to keep going, to press harder, to give her what she needed. She had kept me waiting for seven years. I would let her wait a little more.

“Grayson!” Her voice was sharp, a pleading cry, a command. I had made her wait long enough and was afraid she might hurt me if I made her wait any longer. I flicked her back and forth, harder, faster, and she moved in time with my motions until her entire body tensed. She shuddered, pressing her face to my shoulder to quiet the sound. She shivered, moaning, the spasms racing through her.

I pulled her on top of me until she straddled me. I had missed how easy it was to move her, pick her up, position her the way I wanted to take her. She was more than ready for me, too, her heat hovering over my aching erection.

“Let me watch you ride,” I muttered. “It’s been a long time since I got to watch you.”

She grinned, biting her lip. I waited while she took me in one hand, stroking me. I groaned, hoping she wouldn’t make me wait too long. I wasn’t in the mood for teasing.

When she lowered herself onto me, we both moaned. It was so good. Almost too good. And she was so tight. I took her hips in my hands as she adjusted to me, feeling her curves, running my hands over her ass, up her back. Her skin was still so smooth, it just begged to be touched. I needed to touch all of her, I realized.

When she started to move, I grunted in approval. “That’s it. Ride me, baby. Let me see what you want.” She whimpered but did as I told her. I knew how much she wanted it, and I wanted her to take what her body had to have. She had waited long enough.

She closed her eyes, making a sort of humming noise in her throat as she moved up and down, rocking her hips as she did. Grinding. Her clit rubbed against me as she moved, and the way she gasped with every down stroke only got me harder.

“Take what you want. Make yourself come for me.” I massaged her tits, weighing them in my hands, pinching the nipples. She sped up, riding faster, slamming herself down harder and harder with every stroke. She leaned back, hands on my thighs, and I watched her tits bounce in time with her movements.

It was incredible to watch her take control. All the need she had bottled up for so long came pouring out of her, and I was the lucky son of a bitch who got to be there when she let go.

One of her hands reached between us, rubbing her clit. I struggled to hold myself back—it was so fucking hot, watching her touch herself while she rode me faster and faster, harder, gasping for breath as her muscles clenched around my cock and she let out a little scream, then went quiet as she pulsed around my length.

It was my turn to take over, then, and I grasped her hips as I jerked upward to thrust into her. She moaned, almost like she couldn’t take anymore. Her body knew what it wanted, though, and it took over for her as she responded to me. She leaned down, pressing her tits against me, kissing me with all the passion inside her as I bounced her up and down on me.

“Oh…Grayson…yes…” she gasped in between kisses as our bodies slammed together. I clenched my jaw, holding on, wanting it to last until she screamed for me. I had never wanted sex to last forever, the way I did when I was with her. Usually, all I cared about was coming and being done with it. Jess made me want to go all night, never stopping, just taking pleasure in each other’s bodies.

She rose up on her hands, and I ran a hand over her mouth, her throat, her tits. I took one in my mouth, then the other, sucking, nibbling, making her ride me again. Her hair hung down around me, her breath filled my ears like the smell of her filled my nose. It was all too much. I couldn’t go on for much longer, not with the way her tight tunnel gripped me, pulling me deeper with every thrust. The connection between us was as strong as ever, in every way. I wanted it to go on. I wanted it to end, because I didn’t know how much more either of us could handle.

I didn’t have much of a choice, anyway, because as soon as she tightened around me and bore down in the throes of another orgasm, I lost control. I groaned, straining to keep the roar inside instead of letting it out the way I wanted to. I wanted to roar in triumph. She was mine. The way she was supposed to be, the way it was meant to be.

I didn’t know if I could ever let her go again.

She collapsed onto me, exhausted. I wondered if it had ever been that good even when we were kids, and I chuckled quietly as I stroked her back.

“What?” she muttered, panting for air.

“I used to think it was good ten years ago.” She got the joke and laughed with me.

“You would think it would have been, right? When we were young? When my body was the way it used to be.” She sighed, then rolled off.

“Your body is as good as it ever was. You’re not an old woman yet, you know.” If anything, there was something new about her body that I liked even more than I ever had. A womanly feeling. She was curvier, fuller. And there was a difference in the way she did things, like she was in control of herself—I guessed it was all that time spent flying solo. No way she had spent over seven years without a single orgasm. She had learned about herself, and she had a confidence that hadn’t been there when we were younger. She knew what her body needed, and she wasn’t shy about going for it. I was glad she felt comfortable going for it with me.