Cleat Catcher (The Cleat Chaser Duet Book 2) (9 page)

In one smooth movement, he’d rolled on top of me. The line of pillows were beneath me, pushing me closer to Braden. He shucked his shirt, pants, and shorts off, then pressed his chest against mine.

“I’m sorry.” He kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry.” He kissed my neck. Again and again he told me how sorry he was as he dotted me with sweet kisses. He took my hard nipple in his mouth and bit down. I moaned and dug my nails into his side.

He grunted and rocked his hips against me, rubbing his slick cock head up and down the length of my pussy. “I need you.”

His tongue traced a line of heat from my nipple to my mouth, and when he kissed me, he took more than just my breath. I forgave him, but more than that, I loved him more than I’d ever loved anything. He slanted his head, his tongue plunging against mine. My skin warmed, and my pussy tightened with anticipation.

He kept teasing me, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth over my clit until I was writhing beneath him. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but his insistent kiss took any speech from my lips. He snagged both my wrists and pinned them next to me. My heart raced, thrumming against his hard chest as he positioned his cock at my entrance.

Breaking the kiss, he moved to my neck, sucking my skin between his teeth. I moaned, and he gripped my wrists harder. The little sting of pain poured more fuel on the fire, and I needed him inside me like I needed my next breath.

“Please,” I whimpered as he ran his teeth across my throat.

His hips jerked, but he maintained control. “Beg me.”

“Please, please, please Braden!” I tried to scoot down to get him inside me, but he moved his hips back.

“Tell me exactly what you want.” He pinned me with his dark eyes. “Beg.”

My pussy was on fire. I had to give in. It was the only way to get what I needed. “You. I want you. I want you to fuck me hard. Your cock deep inside me. I want your come. I want you to come inside me.”

“Jesus, Nik.” His voice was gravelly, dripping with sex.

“Please,” I whispered.

He bit down on my shoulder and plunged inside me. I squealed at the intrusion, the slight sting, and then the wave of pleasure. I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs as he pulled out to his tip and shoved deep inside me again.

“Braden.” I tried to reach up and touch him, but he didn’t release my wrists. I was caught.

He pulled out again and started fucking me hard, the sound of his skin slapping on mine echoing around the room. Each impact made my tits shake and my pussy hungry for more. Every hard thrust amped up the tension in my clit.

I spread my legs wider, putting my heels in the air. He kept up his powerful thrusts, grunting with each effort and latching his mouth to my neck. His hard strokes hit me just right, my spot and my clit already buzzing closer to the edge.

I wanted to hold out and come with him. But, then he did the one thing that makes waiting impossible.

“You like being my little slut?” His mouth was at my ear.

I moaned and spread my legs even wider.

“Answer me, Nikki. Are you my little slut?” He thrusted harder, punctuating his words.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to come on my cock like a good little slut?”

“Oh my God.” I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think when he talked to me like that.

“I can already tell your greedy cunt wants to come.” He licked the shell of my ear.

My pussy constricted even tighter, and I closed my eyes as the wave crested.

“Tell me you’re my slut, and I’ll let you come.” He pounded me in hard, steady strokes.

“I-I’m your slut.” When the words left my mouth, my hips froze.

“That’s it, little slut. Come on my cock.” He bit my neck right below my ear, and I came on a scream. My legs trembled as he kept fucking me all the way through my orgasm, each impact another spark in the explosion of pleasure he’d set off inside me.

“So goddamn tight, Nik. Your pussy’s trying to get me to come, but I won’t. Not until my little slut has had her second.”

His words were lost in a jumble of endorphins, everything tumbling around inside me as my body shattered under the weight of him and his filthy words. By the time I came back down, the neighbors knew who lived in this apartment.

Releasing my wrists, he ran a hand down to my breast. He squeezed the small mound, then pinched my stiff peak. “You almost got me. Those sounds you make. Fuck.” He bent his head to my other nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

I arched my back and ran my hands through his hair. “You make me make them.”

He maintained a languid pace, his cock touching every part of my pussy. “I know. You’re about to make some more.”

He rose onto his knees and roughly pushed me over onto my stomach.

“Hey!”

Before I could make a half-hearted protest, he settled onto my back, his sweat-slicked chest pressing me into the mattress. His cock wedged between my ass cheeks as he straddled my legs. I struggled beneath him, but he kept thrusting.

“You aren’t getting away, slut. Still mine.”

I moaned and buried my face in the pillow as he sucked on the back of my neck. One of his hands yanked my hair and the other trailed down my side, sending shivers through me. He raised up slightly. Then I felt his stiff head pressing into me again.

He surged forward. With my legs together, the sensation of being filled was almost too intense.

“Goddammit, so tight.” He dropped a kiss between my shoulder blades and braced himself with one hand on the bed. The other gripped my hip and lifted my ass. “Fuck yes.” He started pounding me, rubbing my spot and sending the flames inside me spiraling higher.

I stretched my arms out and braced against the headboard. His pounding hips shook the nightstands, the bed, everything in the room, and I found myself lifting my hips even higher, wanting every bit of contact.

“That’s it. Give me all of that pussy, my little slut.”

My nipples tightened into hyper sensitive tips as they rubbed against the sheets. I turned my head to the side as Braden put one large hand on my upper back, pushing me down into the bed. He slid the other one beneath me and began strumming my clit. I kicked my feet at the wave of need that shot through me. He didn’t stop, just kept fucking me, pressing me beneath him, and fingering my most sensitive spot.

I rocked my hips back to him stroke for stroke, and his groans grew lower, his grunts more pronounced.

“I’m going to coat my little slut’s pussy.” He slammed hard and slow, our bodies crashing together as my hips began to seize. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Come on my cock, slut. Come, and tell me who you want to blow inside your tight cunt.”

“You.” I squeaked as my pussy clamped down on him. “You, Braden, please, Braden…” The rest of my words were lost in a low moan as my orgasm rushed over me like a crashing wave.

“Fuck!” Braden pumped inside, his cock stiffening even more. Then he gripped my ass hard enough to leave a mark and thrust deep as my pussy milked every last drop from him. “Jesus Titty-Fucking Christ, Nik.” He leaned over my back and pulled my sweaty hair away from my neck. “We should have recorded that.”

I tried to nod, but my muscles didn’t obey. “I agree,” I panted. “We could show it to our kids every Christmas and Fourth of July.”

He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “Fuckers would be lucky to get a treat like that twice a year.”

I craned my head back, and he claimed my mouth with one of his signature kisses.

When he finally leaned away and pulled out, he smirked down at me. “Thanks for my punishment.”

B
RADEN

“I
CAN’T BELIEVE
you didn’t fucking tell me.” Easton fumbled through his locker, knocking shit around like a big oaf.

“What do you want me to say? I just figured I needed to step up my game.” I strapped the elastic from one of my shin guards across my calf and hooked the metal together.

“We’re supposed to be boys. You should’ve told me. That shit ain’t cool.”

“Hey, E?” I tilted my head up to the big fucker with as serious a face as I could muster.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I fucked Kasey last night.” I maintained my composure as he leered in my direction. “It’s true. Every word. Turned her straight. She loves the D now.” It became harder not to burst into laughter, but I had to keep a straight face. For the good of the land.

“I’m being serious.” He ripped his jacket out of the locker and tucked it up under his arm.

“I’m dead serious. It was a little weird at first, because I kept seeing your face when I would look at her. But I just closed my eyes and went with it.”

His big heavy cleat nearly ripped the carpet from the floor as he spun to walk away.

“Aww, come on, man. If we can’t joke about me fucking your gay sister then what do we have left?
Nothing
. That’s what. It’s like a goddamn convent in here.” I slapped the other shin guard against my leg and began strapping it up.

Easton turned back around, apparently still pissed. “This is serious. You know they don’t fuck around once the ‘t word’ starts getting tossed around. And what about Nik? I should beat your ass for that. She’s devastated. And I don’t give a shit how many times you called her your slut last night. It doesn’t make it all better.” He cracked a slight grin at his final two sentences.

I held my fist out. “Give it up.”

“Respect.” He tapped my knuckles and we both grinned.

“I’m being for real about the other stuff though. You have to talk to me. We can figure this out, together.” His hands went to his hips like an angry wife as he scolded me.

Ramirez walked around the corner just in time to catch the end of our conversation and see Easton standing there like a desperate housewife. He stopped dead in his tracks and held both his hands up.

Easton whipped his head around and shot him a glare. “What? A couple guys can’t talk out a compromise in the locker room? This is conflict resolution 101. It says so in this book I’ve been read—” He froze and squeezed his eyes shut.

Ramirez and I both glanced to each other and shook our heads back and forth. Then we both eyed the gigantic woman standing between us.

“Reading what?” I smirked.

Easton’s face turned pinker than Nik’s pussy. “Fuck you guys.”

Ramirez scratched his chin. “Hey E, speaking of that, I’ve been meaning to ask you a question.”

I waited for the punchline. Ramirez was a jokester like us, and his shit was usually gold.

“What’s that?” Easton sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face.

“Do you ever use that subscribe feature on Amazon?” Ramirez’s face was stone cold. He nearly made me a believer.

Easton wrinkled his nose and leaned in as though he didn’t hear the question. “Umm, no. Why?”

“You can save like five dollars a month on your tampons if you subscribe. I’m being for real right now. My girl does that shit. It gets me like two extra beers a month at happy hour. You should look into it.” His deadpan delivery had me on the brink of a full-blown seizure while I tried not to laugh.

Easton balled his hands into fists and I noticed a vein bulging from his neck. Ramirez held his hands up once more as a peace offering. He walked over toward Easton as if it were an Aaron Sorkin style monologue.

“You think I’m teasing you, but I’m not.” He stopped in front of Easton and began showing signs that he might break character, twitching slightly, but somehow he maintained. His head tilted up to meet Easton’s eyes as Easton’s chest started to rise and fall in heavy waves. “They’ll deliver that shit right to the clubhouse if you put the address in.” Ramirez glanced over at me and flipped two fingers up at me. “In two days if you got
Prime
shipping.” He turned back to Easton. “Extra heavy flow tampons in two days, man. You believe that?”

I was nearly dead on the floor. Ramirez’s Oscar-worthy performances during his jokes were legend.

He reached up and pretended to brush some dust off of Easton’s shoulders. “Anyway. Just thought you should know. Spreading the love and what not. You two gentlemen have yourselves a wonderful afternoon.” He tipped his cap to Easton and started to walk away.

Easton turned to me with the set of crazy eyes he used when he was about to start up some shenanigans. I laughed, clutching my side as he motioned toward Ramirez’s back. I stood and pointed to my shin guards, alerting Easton they’d make noise if I moved too suddenly.

He gave me a thumbs up and a huge grin spread across his face. “Ramirez?”

“Yes, sir!” Ramirez came walking back over.

Easton reached back and put his fist on the back of his thigh where Ramirez couldn’t see, and held one finger down. “Tell me more about this prime shipping. I don’t get on Amazon much.”

Ramirez looked at me like the giant was a strange alien. “He umm, he knows I was making fun of him, right? I can’t ever tell with this one here.”

Easton put a second finger down. Three meant it was time to unleash hell. “Do they have like, all kinds of stuff on Amazon? Like anything you could want?”