Bad Boy Brit (A British Bad Boy Romance) (9 page)

I shrugged, pretending I was far less impressed than I was. “Well, that’s all very good when no one’s trying to take the ball from you, but let’s see what you’ve really got.”

I sprinted towards her. Allison skillfully ducked to one side, taking the ball with her and keeping it just out of my reach, but I was too quick.

“What the…?”

Allison turned back with an expression on her face that showed she hadn’t even known when she’d lost the ball.

“Don’t feel bad,” I said with a cheeky smile. “That particular stunt wasn’t as extremely easy as I made it look.”

Allison nodded, pulled off her jacket, and tossed it to one side. Determination flashed in her eyes. “Okay, you got it. But let’s see if you can keep it…”

I had to admit, for someone who didn’t play every day of her life—and especially for an American who’d likely been brought up on NFL and baseball—Allison really knew how to play. Perhaps I could’ve kept the ball away from her more than I did; after all, I was apparently the best player in the world right now…but where the hell was the fun in that?

The ball moved between us at pace, threading between legs, kicked over heads, faked and ducked around. We twisted about each other, bumping bodies as the play became faster and more physical, our breathing rapid and ragged as each tried to one-up the other.

I wondered if she was this wild and energetic in the sack. Something told me she would be, and I felt a stirring in my pants as I considered this. The thought must have momentarily thrown me off my game, because Allison suddenly made a break for it with the ball at her feet, running faster than she had before, heading towards the far end of the pitch. Without slowing her pace she sighted the goal and kicked the ball hard, launching it in a graceful arc to land with silken perfection in the back of the net.

I grinned and watched the goal from the middle of the pitch. I saw the kick, saw the arc, willed the ball to find its mark, and quietly exulted as it hit the net. As I began to jog towards her, I saw Allison skid to a halt and throw her hands in the air, whooping in delight—another dream fulfilled; kicking a goal in one of Britain’s most famous stadiums. I loved being the guy who’d made that happen for her.

She flopped down to lie on the ground just as I reached her, and I joined her, lying on my back and staring up at the sky.

“You let me have that. You could’ve caught me,” she said.

“Nah, you beat me fair and square. It was a hell of a goal.”

She smiled. “I guess it was pretty awesome, huh?” The excitement was vivid in her voice. “I never thought I’d ever get the chance to do that and…it’s like a dream.” She paused. “This is going to sound really childish, but honestly, this whole night has been like a dream.”

“Doesn’t sound childish at all. Nothing wrong with loving a sport and having dreams about it at any age.”

She turned her head on the ground to look at me. I was already staring at her, so once again our eyes met.

Suddenly the automatic sprinklers went off to water the pitch, drenching us without cooling the heat of the moment. Allison giggled and I burst out laughing, neither of us caring one iota how wet we got.

“You think there’s chemicals in this water?” Allison finally asked. “Like weed killer or something?”

“Probably.”

We both sat up and looked at each other again. I suddenly found myself very aware of the sound of my own breathing, and Allison’s breathing as well. Though we were past the exertion of our little game, we seemed to be breathing more heavily now than before. Allison’s chest rose and fell with each deep breath, and I found myself unable to look away. Her white T shirt was soaked through, and her nipples showed dark and erect through the thin material. I knew I should probably look away, but Allison seemed to be looking at my slicked torso with just as much heat in her eyes as I felt for her.

Finally, we both looked up, and for a third time our eyes met. This time it was simply too much to bear. It would’ve been impossible to say who moved first; I only knew that if I hadn’t moved, if I hadn’t lunged forward to kiss her right then and there, then I probably would have damn well burst from frustration. I found no resistance. Allison seemed to welcome the kiss, and she returned it as if her life depended on it.

I’d kissed many women before; there was no doubt about that. On those occasions, there had been heat, there had been passion, and there had certainly been arousal. But there had never been need. I didn’t
need
to kiss a woman and I didn’t need relief from my undoubted arousal, but I knew that I needed Allison—to kiss her, hold her, to be with her. Maybe even love her…but that was a thought for another moment, another day.

The kiss ended and we parted, our breath audible once again. I noticed that Allison was shaking and wondered if the water had made her cold, but then I noticed that I was shaking too, and I wasn’t even close to cold. Hell no. I was burning for her.

Without a word, I got to my feet and offered a hand to Allison. She took it and I helped her up. She rested against me for a second, as if she might fall without my support, and as our eyes met again there was more than mere heat between us; there was a clear and mutual understanding.

I kept Allison’s hand in mine and led her across the stadium. Her steps were eager and urgent, and there were still no words between us. They had ceased to be necessary.

We both knew exactly what we wanted to do in this moment, and we were damn well going to do it.

Chapter 9

Allison

In this sort of situation, my mind would’ve usually been racing nineteen to the dozen, asking me what the hell I was doing, if I was sure and whether or not I had my sexiest black panties on. Not that I often found myself in this sort of situation; I wasn’t the sort of girl who gave it up on a first date—well, there were a couple of anomalies which argued against that, but what happens in college stays in college, right? The point was that if I
had
been the sort of girl who regularly did this sort of thing, then each time I did it, my mind would’ve been trying to trip me up with a whole bunch of questions, and yet right now it wasn’t.

I also might’ve been wearing nicer panties if this was the sort of thing I did regularly…but to hell with that. I doubted Liam cared what my underwear looked like, as long as he got it off me in good time.

There was something almost unreal about what was happening right now. We hadn’t said a word to each other since I’d asked about chemicals in the sprinkler water—which could hardly be considered one of the world’s greatest lines of seduction—and yet it felt as if we hadn’t stopped talking. All the unasked and unanswered questions had, on some level, been asked and answered. We both knew what was about to happen; both knew that we wanted it to happen.

More than anything.

If questions had actually been asked, the answer would’ve been a resounding and unequivocal ‘YES!’, and somehow, not asking made it different; made it more personal. There was none of that, ‘Well it’s our first date, soooooo…’ awkwardness. We understood each other, we wanted each other, and that was all there was to it. Why would there be any need to articulate that further in words?

Liam opened a door high above the stadium and led me into a little booth where the announcer usually sat during games. At first I’d wondered where he was taking me, and why there in particular. After the sprinklers had gone off, sex on the pitch had lost some of its appeal, but there was no shortage of other rooms in the stadium’s labyrinthine complex that were presumably warm and dry and had some sturdy enough items of furniture. To tell the truth, I was so turned on right now that I’d probably have been perfectly happy with the floor. But now I was here, and I could see out of the announcer’s window to the eagle’s eye view of the stadium.

It was painfully beautiful. The room itself, with its table, chairs, microphone and associated equipment, might not be anything special, but that view….my god. It definitely wasn’t everyone’s idea of romantic, but Liam apparently understood me very well indeed.

He caught my errant hand and I turned to face him, his eyes questioning and uncertain:
did I do right? Is this okay
? I answered him with a kiss, stretching up on the tips of my toes to reach his warm mouth, my soft body pressed against the hardness of his muscular torso. That was my answer—
it’s goddamned perfect
.

I felt his hands on my back, pressing me against him, and then those hands slid down to my waist. He took hold of the hem of my T-shirt and I raised my hands to let him slip it up over my head. Then he kissed me again, as if he could not bear even the few seconds apart that undressing required, and I did the same for him, struggling a little to get his T-shirt over his outstretched hands as our lips clashed in a war of passion, tongues entwining and fighting for domination.

I felt the heat of his eyes on my body, drinking in every curve, and I returned the favor, my gaze tracing a smoldering trail over the hard, delineated muscles, the washboard abs, and further down…

Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed the waistband of his pants and knelt, pulling them down as I went. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted any man in my life, my desire now so potent that it seemed to have a cutting edge to it. For an inexplicable moment I even thought I might cry. With gentle hands, Liam drew me up and kissed me again, first on the mouth and then across my cheek and down my neck. As he did so he kicked off his shoes and socks. He was now naked against me, and the thought made my mouth go dry as another part of my body became decidedly wet.

Still gentle, his hands surprisingly smooth, Liam lifted me, taking my weight with ease in his strong arms, and he sat me on the edge of the little announcer’s table. He kissed me yet again but I pressed him back—I wanted to see him.

There was a lot to admire about Liam from a physical point of view—he kept in fantastic shape for his job, and genetics had taken care of the rest. And yet, what I found most appealing and instantly attractive in the perfect male specimen before me was not the chiseled muscles or other remarkable attributes, but the slight nervousness in his eyes. Liam Croft, who had been with so many women—so many models and actresses—still worried about disappointing me in some respect.
Me!

This was a Liam Croft that very few had ever seen. In fact, I wondered if I might be the first.

I found myself eager to take the same step he had, to submit myself to his scrutiny as he had to mine; to be as nervous and worried but still comfortable in his silent presence. I reached behind my back and unclipped the clasp of my bra, removing it and letting my breasts spill free of the confines. Liam’s breath seemed suddenly audible, his arousal obvious in more ways than one. He came to me and brought his lips to mine, and I kissed and bit back at him in my feverish passion. His hands were on my hips now, searching for the waistband of my sweatpants, and I kicked off my shoes in readiness, keen for him to remove the final obstacle between us.

The shoes hit the floor. They were followed not long after by my sweatpants and finally my panties, which Liam had drawn down my legs. As he did so, his fingers grazed my skin and just this light contact sent electric shocks of pleasure through my whole system. God, just how much better could it get? Liam looked up at me, and I looked back, the whole situation suddenly crashing in upon us. It all still seemed so perfect.

So right.

“Oh, god…” I murmured as he leaned down, taking my lips in his.

I was surprised all over again at how soft they were, how gentle and yet forceful his embrace was. Our tongues danced, and I wrapped myself around him, feeling the fire between us raging ever stronger. I loved being this close to him and feeling his heat, the warmth of his breath on my throat, the touch of his fingers on my soft skin. I pulled away, and my eyes traveled down his body, then back up to his lips and eyes.

His gaze did the same. “Jesus…you’re so fucking hot,” he murmured.

From the way he was looking at me right now, I believed it.

Liam leaned down, kissing my neck along the length of my collarbone, and his hands swept up my body to knead my breasts. He finally lowered himself to my stiff nipples and took one in his mouth. I gripped the edge of the announcer’s table as he licked my sensitive bud, and he sent shivers of sensation shooting up and down my body as his mouth worked away at me. I lifted one arm from the table and brought my hand down on his head, running my hands through his hair and pulling him harder against my body.

I sucked in a deep breath as he moved to my other breast, and he teased it for a second, licking and sucking on it until he drew a long moan from my lips. And then he moved down, his fingers easily working my body like I was an instrument, pulling soft sighs from my mouth. I leaned back on the table as his mouth reached my inner thighs. It tickled, and every hair on my body stood up in anticipation.

I looked down at him, and for a moment he looked up at me from between my legs. I knew he could see the fiery desire in my eyes, and he grinned and then gently spread my thighs. For a moment I remembered that I hadn’t shaved or waxed in quite some time, and I felt a tinge of embarrassment.

But Liam didn’t care at all. He leaned down, buried his face between my legs, and then I felt his hot tongue running up my center, making my legs tremble like mad. They shook so much that I nearly lost my balance and fell off the damn table, but I gritted my teeth and tightly held onto the edge.

“You taste so good,” he growled, pulling away and looking up at me for a second.

Then he returned to teasing me, planting soft kisses around my center and occasionally letting his tongue dart out against my clit. I threaded my fingers through his hair again and gently pulled, desperate for more, and he finally started to lick me in earnest, settling on my clit and flicking his tongue from left to right.

I was instantly in paradise.

“God…yes,” I moaned.

Liam moved a finger to my entrance and ringed it as his tongue teased my clit, and then he slowly slid it inside me. I groaned, reflexively tightening my muscles up at the sensation, and when he began to move his finger in a beckoning gesture against my front wall, I couldn’t help but sigh and moan loudly at the sudden storm of sensations. I was falling apart on the table, and he kept playing with me; licking me like there was no tomorrow. Even though it was chilly in the announcer’s booth at this time of night, my temperature was steadily rising, and he slid a second finger into me, drawing another long groan from my mouth. He fingered me faster, tongue lapping at my clit to the same rhythm, and I was completely at his mercy. If he stopped, I might just die.

“Please…keep doing that,” I whispered. “God, just like that.”

His movements grew harder and faster, and soon I was shaking and buzzing all over the table. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Don’t stop!”

Pleasure suddenly crashed over me, radiating out from my core and flooding all the way down to my toes. I cried out, writhing and squirming, and then I was finally returning to Earth, seeing stars in front of my eyes as I tried to catch my breath.

Liam moved up my body, holding me steady on the table, and he grinned as he saw the blissful state I was in.

“Anyway, if you’re done, I better be getting home,” he joked, and I vehemently shook my head.

“Don’t you dare, mister!” I said.

With that, I sent my hand down between us and grabbed his thick cock, and he groaned as I began to slowly pump it up and down. Pulling away for a second, I carefully repositioned myself on the table, making sure there was no chance of me falling, and then I leaned forward and took his tip into my mouth. I sucked on it, swirling my tongue over it, and he groaned and pressed further forward, making me take him deeper into my mouth. I wasn’t going to complain about that. No way.

I was heady and urgent with lust, and I worked him as hard and fast as I could, sliding my tongue up and down his shaft as I bobbed my head back and forth. He seemed to groan extra loudly when I flicked my tongue against the sensitive underside of the head of his cock, so I kept doing it every so often, teasing him before sliding more and more of him down my throat.

His thighs tightened; body tensing. “Shit, you’re good at this…you’re gonna make me cum.”

I wanted to make him cum, but at the same time, I wanted more than just this. I needed him inside me. I gave him one last teasing lick, and then I slowly pulled away, looking up at him from the table with lust-filled eyes.

“Do you have a condom?”

He nodded, returning my passion-filled gaze, and then he quickly reached down to the floor and into the pocket of his pants.

“Knew this was going to happen, huh?” I said teasingly as he fished a condom out of the pocket.

He grinned, a twinkle lighting his eyes. “Nah. I’m just always prepared. I had no idea this might happen.”

“Sure, sure…”

I caught a whiff of latex as he pulled out the slippery condom and pinched the tip before unrolling it down his shaft. He was so thick and long that it didn’t reach all the way down to the bottom, but before I could stop to gape at his size once again, his lips were back on me for what felt like the millionth time tonight. It was like he wanted to taste every last inch of my body; as though there was nothing else in the world he would ever want to do.

It seemed a little arrogant and probably naïve to think like that, but it was honestly what it felt like. I looked him in the eyes as he pushed my legs further apart, and then I sucked in a breath of air.

“Do it,” I whispered. I gasped when I felt his tip at my entrance, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, shutting my eyes and clenching my teeth as I felt him stretch me with the head of his manhood.

For a fleeting moment I feel a hint of a sting, but then it faded into the overwhelming sensation of fullness. Liam went slowly at first, sliding gently in and out of me. My breathing quickened, and I reached up, pulling his head down to mine before locking my lips with his. He withdrew his cock and then pressed back inside in one hard movement, and I groaned into his mouth as he filled me up so completely.

Already I could feel that heady pressure building up inside me again. I reached around him with one hand, the other desperately clinging to the table, and I clamped onto his hard ass, pulling him into me, harder and harder.

“God, you’re so tight,” he growled. “You have no fucking idea how hot you are…”

He wrapped his arms around my back and hips, and I moved my legs around his waist, controlling his speed and depth. With every movement, I could feel his hard, tensing muscles, and I leaned my head back, allowing him access to my throat. He kissed me before trailing his tongue down from my ear to my collarbone, and I moaned, overcome with sensation again.