Penetrate: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Alpha Athletes) Page 5

  “So, I’m going to fuck you every way I can think of first before I take you. Do you understand?”

  I nodded vigorously. I wanted that entire promise. I began bouncing harder, needing the first release.

  He grabbed the hair at the back of my head, holding my lips under his.

  “But you come only when I say come,” he commanded.

  I looked into his eyes as his lips crashed against mine and his fingers dove deep inside me with exquisite torture. I clenched around them, mewing and whimpering. I shook in his arms.

  “Fuck, you’re wet, baby,” he growled.

  “Please, I can’t …” I was wild with need. Wild with a fever burning under my skin.

  “Keep fucking my fingers. Keep fucking me,” he growled.

  I bounced harder and faster, clawing and grasping his shoulders. His teeth clamped over my tit with a sudden bite and I screamed. There was no way I could hold off the orgasm. Everything he did fed my erotic appetite.

  I rocked into him as my body shook. I tried to control it. I held on for life. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I didn’t want to come before he was ready to release me.

  I felt the cool air brush over my nipple as he raised his eyes to me. “Fuck, you’re a dirty girl.” He grinned. “Now, come baby. Make me wet. Soak me with your juices.”

  And I lost it. My eyes closed as the waves took over my body with unexpected eruptions of pleasure. One after another.

  “Fuck, yeah.” Pierce watched me with satisfaction while I ground my hips into his hand.

  Finally, the sensations slowed and I took a deep breath.

  His eyes were on me, but if I thought he was going to give me a chance to take a break, I was wrong.

  He settled back on his knees, unzipped his jeans, and yanked them over his feet. He threaded his head through his T-shirt and I marveled at the sculpted man in front of me. His biceps were toned with hard angled muscles. My eyes dipped lower and I saw the bulge in his boxer briefs. Holy hell.

  “I want you on your knees on the floor.”

  I stared at him for a second. There was an instinct under my skin to refuse, but I was too turned on. My body radiated from the first orgasm he gave me. I wanted another.

  I dropped to the floor as he asked while he positioned himself on the edge of the bed.

  I didn’t wait for more instructions. I wanted the same thing. I reached for the band on his boxer briefs and slid his hard erection free. It was glorious and rock solid as it waited for me. I pushed the briefs off his legs.

  He smiled. “So fucking amazing. I didn’t even have to say anything.”

  I moved closer to the bed, licking my lips to prepare. How in the hell was all of that going to fit in my mouth? I didn’t know but I was willing to try.

  I started with a slow lick from the base to the top, savoring the salty bead of dew on the tip. But Pierce was fired up. I saw the vein pulse on the side of his shaft as my tongue moved up and down.

  He groaned in agony. “Fuck, Sierra.”

  His hands pressed the back of my head over his cock and I inhaled it to the back of my throat in one smooth movement. I was impressed I could accommodate him on my first try, but maybe it was because this was meant to be. This night together was about all the right moves. All the right steps. All the pleasure we were meant to give each other.

  “God, I’ve wanted to fuck your pretty mouth.” He slammed inside me, hitting the back of my throat.

  I groaned with pleasure, reveling in the slick softness of his skin. I could taste the saltiness in my mouth. He was hard and wet. He thrust once more. And then again. I reached for a slight tug on his balls when he murmured something husky between his teeth.

  With another thrust I knew he was at the edge. Just one more and he’d come in my mouth. I sucked against him, letting the tip rub over my lips. He yanked the back of my hair until I was standing.

  “Fuck, I almost came. I’m hard as shit. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

  I wanted to say the same thing. I wanted him inside me again. I wanted to make him come.

  Pierce quickly grabbed a stack of pillows and piled them on the bed, laying my hips over top so my ass was perched in the air.

  “Ever had your clit sucked like this?”

  Before I could answer him, his hands spread my thighs and I moaned when I felt the heat of his tongue run between my slick folds and circle my clit.

  It flicked back and forth as my hips kicked up in the air, begging for more. I wanted to be fucked just like this. My hands clutched at the sheets, desperate to hold on to something while he spiraled fire sensations through my most sensitive areas. He pulled my folds wide, bracing my thighs with his knees. Shit, it was intense. And then I felt the plunge of his tongue inside me.

  “Ohh,” I whimpered. “Ohh, God.” His tongue lapped again before diving back into my entrance.

  There was nothing I could do to obey his rules. It was the perfect storm. My ass in the air. My legs spread. My stomach on a pile of pillows. And the hottest guy in the village with his tongue inside me. The orgasm launched from my core before I could push it back down.

  I screamed and shook as Pierce pumped his tongue in and out, licking and sucking harder, pulling my ass higher in the air while his fingers strummed my clit. He knew exactly what he was doing. He sucked with hunger.

  I’d never felt as if I’d levitated during an orgasm before, but I finally could say I knew what that felt like.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded as he placed my hips down to the bed again.

  I heard the foil rip and then I felt the one thing I had been waiting for all night. His hard cock nudged between my legs.

  His palm rested on the lower part of my back and he made a circular motion. With each sweep of his hand he pushed inside me a little more, before pulling back out. There was another circle of his palm and my hips lifted, wanting him to slam into me, but he kept the head of his cock barely inside, stretching my entrance with intense pressure.

  “Please, Pierce,” I begged.

  This time I felt his hips rotate, as his cock rubbed in a torturous circle.

  “What baby?” he asked.

  “Fuck me.”

  “Did you come when I said you could?”

  I whimpered. “No. It was too intense.” My voice was raspy with want.

  “And this time?”

  I clutched the sheets, trying to back up into him and suck his hard cock deep inside me, but he was stronger and definitely had a positional advantage over me. He could see everything.

  “I’ll wait. I promise.”

  “Good girl.” He leaned in to kiss my back.

  I smiled, but quickly screamed as he plunged inside me, roaring with pleasure.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.”

  I couldn’t agree or disagree, only ride out the rhythm he set as he fucked me with abandon. He reached around, grabbing my nipples with both hands, twisting and pulling them while he pumped in and out of me. His teeth sunk into my shoulder. His full body was pressed against me. I’d never felt anything so intimate and close as he pushed inside me—our bodies aligned in the most erotic position. The pillows gave me the most amazing angle—he hit me with bursts of pleasure each time his hard shaft spiked inside me again.

  I reached for his hands holding my breasts.

  “I’m going to come, Pierce. It’s so much. So close …”

  I fought for a ragged breath. I fought for something steady, but Pierce pumped in and out, his lips and teeth moving along my shoulders. His hands squeezing the zones on my breasts that ran an electric current straight to my clit.

  “Please,” I begged.

  He grunted in my ear. “You’re fucking mine, Sierra. Fucking mine. Do you hear me?”

  “God, yes!” I screamed as he pushed deep, hilting his cock inside me.

  “Come with me, baby,” he demanded. “Come on my dick.”

  And I let go. I let my body take over. I let the adrenaline and the
ecstasy guide me. I let Pierce have me. Take me. Fuck me. And it was the most glorious orgasm of my life. The one when I finally let go and gave my body to someone else.

  Once, maybe twice my eyes opened during the night and I remembered what happened between Pierce and me. His arm was heavy over my chest and I smiled, listening to the way he inhaled and exhaled while he slept.

  It was effortless as my breathing matched the same rhythm. I’d never felt so connected to another person. So complete and fulfilled lying in the dark. I liked the weight of his forearm covering me. I liked how he held me with strong arms, as if he were ready to protect me at any cost. Maybe it was silly—we’d only been together one night, but I felt it just the same as if we had been together for weeks or months.

  Part of me was still in disbelief. Part of me was mesmerized. Part of me was shocked at what I agreed to do. And part of me was completely pleased with myself for going through with it. Sex with Pierce was amazing and epic. Tomorrow things might be confusing. They might be awkward. But right now before a new storm struck, it all felt worth it. I sighed lightly, snuggling against him as I fell asleep again.

  Chapter Eleven

  Pierce

  I could hear my phone buzzing. I didn’t bother to open my eyes while I stumbled to my feet searching for it.

  “Ouch!”

  “Oh shit.” I looked over my shoulder. I had forgotten about Sierra and she tumbled from the bed, half-wrapped in the sheet, while her bare legs flew in the air. She hit the floor with a thump. It was hard sleeping two people in a twin bed.

  “Sorry. Shit. Sorry. Where’s my phone?”

  I could hear it, but I couldn’t find it. The buzzing was like an annoying insect.

  She knelt on the floor. “Here. Jeans pocket.”

  She handed the cell to me, brushing the hair from her face. It was completely disheveled in that hot as hell I-was-fucked-properly-last-night way. I grinned remembering how sexy she was on her knees sucking my cock last night, until I looked at the name on my phone.

  Shit. It was Eric. Complete buzz kill.

  “Hey,” I answered quickly.

  “We have a game time. Took the committee forever, but we have one.”

  “Oh, really?” The blinds were drawn and I didn’t know if the rain had stopped.

  “In order to fit in all of the matches from yesterday we have to get on the court early. I need you and Scott to be there in an hour.”

  “An hour?” I was disoriented. Everything about last night was still lingering on me. I could still taste her. I could feel her on my skin. It was dark in Sierra’s room.

  “It’s shitty, but you don’t get a full hour for warm ups. We have to make due with the time we have. The Italians are probably already there.”

  I looked over my shoulder at Sierra. She had climbed back onto the bed and pulled the sheet to her chest. Why was she covering up those fucking amazing tits of hers?

  “I don’t think they are,” I mumbled. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

  “How do you know that?” he asked.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Say it’s a fucking hunch, ok?”

  “I’m going to call Scott next. Get your shit together and I’ll see you two there.”

  “Got it.”

  I hung up and tossed the phone on the end of the bed.

  Sierra’s gaze was almost indescribable. What was it? Regret? Sadness? Remorse? I couldn’t tell.

  “That was Eric. We have a game time,” I explained.

  “Why hasn’t anyone called me?” Her voice sounded as if it were on auto-pilot. At that moment, her phone rang and she pulled it from her purse.

  “Hello?” She listened as if it was the first time she was receiving the information. “Si, si.”

  She hung up and spun to face me.

  “I guess we better get ready to go,” she spoke softly. “That was Paulo.”

  But I stood there, facing her. Not ready to move. Not ready for what happened between us to be something that was hidden on the sidelines. I didn’t know what I wanted. Only that one night wasn’t enough. Pretending it didn’t happen wasn’t ok with me.

  I didn’t want to show up at the match and see her dressed in Italian green. I didn’t want her to help Sergio and Paulo when she should be on Team USA.

  “Sierra …” I didn’t know how to start or finish what I was thinking or feeling.

  “Neither one of us has much time.”

  I saw her hair fall gently on her shoulders and I almost lost it. I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine.

  “We aren’t going into that match today like this,” I tugged the sheet from her hands, until it fell from her body and landed at her feet.

  “What do you mean?” She instantly planted her hands on her breasts, but I slid them to the side of her body, exposing her creamy skin.

  I stared at her nipples, how they perked into hard tiny buds for me.

  “What I mean is when I look over on the sideline, I want to know you’re mine. If you have to wear those damn colors and pull for another country, then at least you can be mine.”

  “Ohh.” I heard her breath hitch. “At the very least,” she agreed.

  I saw the recognition in her eyes.

  God, she was fucking amazing.

  “But …”

  “Shh.” I pressed my thumb to her bottom lip, before pushing it into the warmth of her mouth.

  She instinctively sucked, and my dick flinched in response.

  “Ten minutes. That’s all,” I promised.

  I wanted more than ten minutes. I wanted more than twenty. But there was a line between getting what I wanted and not letting my team down.

  I cupped her breast with a squeeze. My hands coasted over her hips and made a straight line between her legs. She was already wet. I grinned, prying her folds apart. She whimpered at the contact, but stood still while I pumped a finger inside her.

  Her head rocked back as her hips jutted forward. With a quick twist I maneuvered her toward the bed, planting her back on the mattress and spreading her knees wide. I didn’t waste any time rolling a condom over my shaft. I pushed the tip between her legs and heard her sigh as I slid inside her.

  It was supposed to be fast and quick. I wanted to fuck her so she knew who owned her on that court today. That’s how it was supposed to go.

  But with that sweet little sound from her lips I wanted to give her something else. Her eyes looked into mine and I knew something was different.

  A quick fuck wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It wasn’t supposed to “feel” like anything.

  I pulled out of her, rubbing my cock over her clit before sliding inside her again.

  She moaned and I settled between her legs before I kissed her. Her tongue was sweet and did this cute little swirl thing that felt like sin on my dick last night.

  I took my time, pushing inside her with a slow certain stroke that drew a whimper from those damn kissable lips. She bucked as I reached the point of intensity that sent her over the edge.

  “Fuck, you feel amazing, Sierra,” I whispered. I withdrew again before fucking her again with another powerful gradual thrust until I was the one groaning. I’d never get over how she fit around my cock.

  She squeezed and coaxed me back in.

  I wanted her to know she was mine. This thing between us wasn’t going to be determined by anyone else. Not my past. Not by my coach. Not by my partner. Certainly not Team Italy. She was mine because this was what we wanted.

  I held her hands over her head while I pumped in and out of her. Her breaths came together more quickly.

  “Let me come, please.”

  I grinned. I liked how she had adapted so quickly to what I liked in bed. She wanted to please me and in return I made sure she had more pleasure than any woman in the world.

  “Oh yeah, baby.” I thrust inside her, feeling her muscles flutter and clench against my cock. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? How she made me want something I’ve never w
anted before?

  She clamped harder on my dick and I knew she was lost. I pumped harder, wanting to come inside her, fill her with my mark, but I was wearing a damn condom so I pushed with all my strength. She was mine. Fucking mine.

  I buried myself inside her tight entrance, hungry to take her somewhere she had never been.

  “Fuck,” I roared out, while she screamed my name, clinging to my shoulders.

  The sweat rolled from my chest and dripped onto her perky breasts. I kissed the tip of her nose, knowing I may have just used up every last bit of energy I had for today’s match fucking the most perfect woman I’d ever had in bed.

  And that thought scared the complete shit out of me.

  I toweled off after a rushed shower. I didn’t know if another woman had ever driven me as wild as Sierra had. My cock had never reacted to a woman like her. Fuck. What did I get myself into?

  “Pierce? Hey, I need to get in there too.” She knocked on the door.

  I unlocked the handle.

  “Sorry.”

  Her eyes dropped to my naked waist.

  “So basically you are always naked,” she joked.

  I felt the twitch in my cock. I wasn’t thinking about ending the set with the Italians. I was thinking about Sierra dropping to her knees and sucking me off. And this time I would finish. Hard and fully satisfied while she took every last drop I gave her. Fuck.

  “With you, yes.” I winked.

  God, that’s exactly what I wanted. I wanted to spend more time with her in this room. In my room. I didn’t care where. I wanted to kiss her and fuck her until we were dying to get room service and water.

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea if we’re seen arriving together,” she mentioned as she reached around me for her toothbrush.

  “Hadn’t thought about it.”

  “Well, I don’t want to cause any problems between the teams. I think it’s better this way.”

  “Is that why you looked that way this morning?”

  “I didn’t look any way this morning.” She stuck the toothbrush in her mouth and pretended to ignore me while she brushed her teeth.

  “Yeah, you did. I saw it. You were sad. Your eyes or something. I thought you had second thoughts about last night.”