Player's Ultimatum (18 page)

Beyond exquisite! Blessed with skin the color of a Brazil nut, he couldn’t wait to trace every soft inch with his hands. Like her lips, Yvonne’s ful breasts tipped with fat chocolate nipples demanded to be sucked. And her firm dancer’s legs were made to wrap around a man’s waist to keep him firmly embedded inside of her forever.

Paolo licked his lips, his mouth and throat suddenly parched.

Did Gutierrez appreciate what he had? Probably not, the douche! If Yvonne Floyd were his, he’d keep her in bed most of the time or never allow her to leave his sight. He wondered if she’d object to being chained to his bed.

“Do you have any condoms?” Her question pulled Paolo out of his thoughts of utter and total possession. For the first time in his adult life, Paolo objected to using the barrier between them. “Have you and he been intimate since—” Paolo found he couldn’t complete his sentence. The thought of her with another man made his blood boil.

“No,” she said then bit her lip as if she’d said too much. The sense of elation that fluttered in the vicinity of his heart like the wings of a caged bird made him smile.

“Then why do we need it? We’ve both been monogamous.”

Her brown eyes widened in surprise. Heck, he was shocked too. Even though he’d used condoms ever since he’d lost his virginity at the age of sixteen, he’d never practiced monogamy. No single woman had moved him enough not to desire another.

Until now.

“I-I’m not on the pil .” She moved to put back on her panties and barely had them up past her ankles when he snatched up his training pants and rifled through the pockets. He found the handful of condoms he’d stuck in there earlier, and threw all of them except for one on the bed next to him.

“Come here,” he said after slamming the condom on with a loud pop.

She made a soft sound at the back of her throat as he grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled her into him. Paolo responded with a gut ural groan of his own. Her round curves fit into his so perfectly as if they were made for each other. Her breasts rose and fel sharply against his chest a testimony to her racing heart. Unable to resist, he licked the top of each globe.

Craving more, Paolo latched onto one of her nipples. Yvonne cried out and fel into him, her tiny hands clutching at his shoulders. Her response was like an aphrodisiac. Overwhelmed, he closed his eyes pulled back slightly to suck on her juicy nipple. He tugged and pulled until her previous hesitation disappeared and she crawled onto the bed with him.

“Move back,” she ordered.

Holding her tighter, his arm wrapped around her curvy rear, Paolo did as commanded. His body rippled with excitement and his tongue sought out hers, tangling in a fierce battle of give and take.

Mae de Deus
! She had no idea what she was doing to him.

Confident and oozing sensuality, she straddled his hips. Like a siren in his dreams, she cupped the sides of his head with her tiny hands, threaded her fingers through his hair. The sensation was so exquisite, Paolo squeezed his eyes shut.

“I hate what you do to me, but I want you so bad Paolo.”

That made two of them! He wasn’t a novice, but he knew without a doubt he’d never craved a woman as much as he craved Yvonne.

Inch by inch, she pressed down, wedging her slick sex against the head of his cock. They both groaned when their flesh made contact. Beads of sweat broke out across his brow. Paolo glanced down at her hips gripped in his hands.

Yep, she had him shaking like a leaf.

“Do you want me, Paolo?”

The question was so absurd, Paolo chuckled. She cut his amusement short when she suddenly shifted as if to move away.

Alarmed, Paolo glanced down and his arm tightened around her hips, holding her there. His gaze seared into hers. At that exact moment, Paolo knew he was lost. He would never let Yvonne go, even if he destroyed them both. She was his.

“
Eu quero que voce
…I want you,” he rasped. Without any warning, he pulled her down and thrust up, driving his cock deep into her sheath. A shiver coursed down her spine and she gasped.

Paolo was no worse for wear. He choked, the clutch of her honeyed wal s taking him by surprise, practical y crippling him to immobility. “So tight!” The incredible sensation sent every single nerve ending running along his shaft into overdrive.

In an effort to gain some semblance of control over the situation, he buried his nose in the crook of her neck. She smelled so sweet like sugar cookies. He loved her scent! If he could imprint it into his DNA he would.

He dotted kisses along her jaw line to her luscious lips. He traced her bot om lip then pushed his tongue inside her mouth. And like always kissing her hit him like a jolt of electricity, jolting him al the way to the tip of his toes and the head of his cock.

She must have felt it too because she moaned into his mouth and strained against him, her hips rocking over his pelvis, the hard peaks of her breasts brushing against his skin. Loving her responsiveness, Paolo ran his fingernails down her back from her shoulders to her luscious ass. Unable to resist, he palmed both cheeks and squeezed.

She rewarded him with more moans and bucking of her hips. Another jolt hit him so hard, Paolo thought he would explode.

“Oh, Paolo!” She hiccupped on a ragged breath. “You have no idea how good this feels.” Paolo could beg to differ! He knew very wel how good it felt between them because he was struggling to stave off his release while he drove her towards hers.

Silently praying he could hold on, Paolo guided her over him. Not in a slow measured rhythm, but with an aggressive pul and tug. He wanted to imprint himself inside her so she would know he was the one driving her out of her mind not Gutierrez.

Angry and frustrated, Paolo slammed her hips over his lap. To his surprise, she tucked her head against his shoulder with a throaty gasp while matching his rhythm.

“Look at me,” he demanded, but almost lost it when their eyes met. She looked so beautiful with a light sheen of sweat dot ing her brow.

“I want you to see it’s me who’s inside you, fil ing you with my cock until you cum.” Her gaze unwavering, Yvonne reached up and clasped the sides of his head.

She lifted up slightly then sat back down. And just like that she’d ripped control of the situation from him. “I see you,” she whispered as she proceeded to bounce up and down. “I see you, Paolo.” Her breathy murmurings shot through him, cut ing him to his very soul. Why did the one woman with the ability to bring him to his knees have to belong to another?

Paolo fel back against the mat ress, al owing her to have his way with him. She was already stealing his heart piece by piece why not give her his body?

Disturbed by the sudden emotions coursing through him, Paolo squeezed his eyes shut. He barely had them closed, when her tiny hands slammed against his chest.

“Now it’s your turn to look at me,” she huffed, grabbing a hold of his chin to make sure he didn’t look away. Paolo winced.

Her aggression sent a rush of blood to his cock.

“Keep your eyes on me!” She was so cute in her ferocity Paolo almost smiled. “I want you to see who’s riding you, who’s going to make you cum.” Yvonne bounced and rocked against him, obliterating both time and place. “Who am I?”
Ah, foda-me!
This was just too much. The house could have burned down around them with him succumbing to asphyxiation.

Paolo felt like he was bobbing on the end of a cliff. And at any moment he was going to topple over.

Stil , he answered her. “Yvonne, my beautiful dark Yvonne. The only woman I want. The only one who can turn me on with only a mere glance.”

Reaching down, he rolled the swollen but on at the top of her sex. When his fingers touched her, she jerked once then quickened her pace. “Yes, Paolo…yes,” she groaned. “Do that again.”

He did it over and over until her body shook and rippled along the length of his cock. Their eyes met and Paolo knew their arrangement had turned from a means of revenge to something much more overwhelming and soul deep, he shook to his very core.

Desperate and filled with a need he couldn’t quite explain Paolo flipped her over onto her back. Ignoring her protests, he withdrew until only the tip of his cock rested inside her, before he pushed forward, deep and hard. They fought against each other, yet moved in a synchronized rhythm. With him driving into her as hard as he wanted, and she receiving him with a wild abandon.

Soon the smel of sex was al over the both of them. Her juices coated his bal s and the outsides of his thighs. She clenched down on his cock, breaking him. His mind became befuddled, barely able to dissect fact from fiction.

Needing a focal point, Paolo looked into Yvonne’s enraptured face and his own release slammed into him. He came like a bot le rocket, his body arching while he continued to buck against her like a wild man.

As he crash-landed on top of her, Paolo wondered how many more classes he would need to pay for in order to make her fal in love with him and leave Gutierrez for good.

Over the next month and a half, Yvonne met Paolo no less than three times a week. Every time they came together, the sex seemed to get hotter and hotter instead of abating.

But it wasn’t always just sex. Sometimes he would cook dinner for her, of course while Gabe stood in the back ground wringing his hands. Other times they would just laze around, look at magazines and talk about everything under the sun.

Surprisingly they had quite a bit in common. Besides the obvious interests like travel, art, and good food, both of them came from a one parent household filled with obnoxious siblings. He could also relate to being the oldest child and harboring a protective instinct toward his friends and family.

And at times he could even be romantic. On one of his down days, he’d charted a private plane and flown them to the Island of Santorini where they had a picnic lunch and humped like rabbits on a private beach.

Yvonne stil marveled how they were able to pul it off for so long, but they had because neither the media nor Robbie had caught onto their affair. The only thing that materialized: her growing feelings for Paolo Saito. Every minute she spent in Paolo’s company she was finding it harder and harder to keep her head on straight and her eyes on the goal. She craved his touch, his kisses and ached for the days to pass quickly so she could be intimate with him.

In layman terms, she was either going insane or fal ing in love with Paolo Saito. And that couldn’t happen not now or ever!

There was just too much on the line for her to al ow her stupid feelings to lay waste to everything she and Robbie had accomplished so far.

In an effort to give herself some space and regain some control over her situation, Yvonne rescheduled her dissertation review a week after her lessons ended with
Signor
D’Amato and bought herself a round trip ticket to Tampa, FL. Hopeful y, two weeks away on her own would give her the opportunity to refil the hole she’d dug for herself.

But while Robbie drove her to the airport, Yvonne wondered if two weeks would be long enough to regroup. Paolo had so engrained himself under her skin and in every fiber of her being she couldn’t wake up in the morning or go to asleep at night without thinking about him. And she’d even come close to canceling her ticket when he’d admitted how much he’d miss her while she was gone.

“Are you sure you have everything you need?” Robbie asked, pul ing Yvonne out of her thoughts.

“Yep, and if I don’t I’l do without,” she repeated for the third time Robbie pulled up to the terminal curb then turned to face her. “I really wish I could come with you, kiddo. I’d love to see my mom and dad.” Yvonne patted his knee. “I know, but you need to take advantage of the three days off during this week’s bye and prepare yourself for the playoffs,” Yvonne repeated for the sixth time.

A beatific smile turned Robbie’s expression into that of a kid on Christmas morning. “Girl, say it again.”

“Can’t my jaw hurts.” Yvonne reached up and wiggled her chin. “Now help me with my bags.” Both of them jumped out. While she waited, Robbie pulled her two bags from the back passenger seat. “Make sure you cal me when your flight lands.”

“I wil now give me a hug.”

Robbie opened his arms to give her one last hug farewel .

“
Scuzi,
Signor Gutierrez… may I have your autograph?” A young boy asked shyly stepping up to Robbie. No older than nine or ten, the boy looked up at Robbie with hero worship, his eyes wide as saucers.

Robbie squatted down to the boy’s level and took the pen and paper the child held out to him. “What’s your name?”

“Antonio,” The boy responded never taking his eyes off Robbie.

“So
Roma Internazionale
is your favorite team?”

“
Sì, signore
,” The boy nodded.

“Who’s your favorite player?” The boy looked down and took an undue interest in the laces of his tennis shoes. “I-I like Paolo Saito. He’s the best. You are real y good,
Signore
Gutierrez,” he rushed to explain, “But
Il Duca e fantastico
.” Robbie chuckled as he signed his name to the scrap of paper, and then handed it back to the boy who stared down at it as if trying to memorize every detail.

“I wil tel Paolo I met one of his biggest fans today.” The boy’s smile widened. “He loves to hear about al of his fans, especial y the truly loyal ones.”

“
Grazie signor
,
grazie!
” Antonio exclaimed before scurrying off to his parents waiting just inside the terminal’s sliding doors. As if on cue, the flood gates opened as more football fans petitioned Robbie for autographs.

“I’m going to go, lover. I’l cal you.” She’d arrived wel ahead of her departure time, but long check-in line and Rome Fiumicino’s multiple security check points would slow her down. After a final kiss on the cheek, Yvonne grabbed her bags and headed inside.

Forty-five minutes and one boarding pass later, Yvonne headed to the first security check point. As she was taking off her sandals, a commotion erupted behind her. She turned about and like a sucker punch to the gut, she watched an ever-growing contingent heading toward her at a swift clip. In the center of the swirling vortex of flashing light bulbs and screaming fans, walked Paolo Saito.