Cleat Chaser (17 page)

“I want to see it.”

“You’ll do more than see it, Kyrie.” He unbuckled his belt, undid the clasp, and pulled down his zipper. He shucked his pants and stood, his cock thick and long, the tip straining up toward his stomach. “Get on your knees.”

I stared up at him. I hadn’t done this in a long time, and I’d never had so much to work with. Even so, my pussy grew even wetter at the sight of his hard length. “I’m not sure—”

“Kyrie.” He reached out and grabbed my left hand before placing it on his shaft. I instinctively squeezed, and his hips surged toward me. “I need your mouth on me. So get on your knees.” His words were a rasp, deep and gravelly as his eyes held me captive.

No one had ever taken control like this, and it excited me to an alarming degree. I slid down to my knees, my hand still around him.

“That’s it.” He ran his fingers through my hair and clenched close to my scalp, little tingles of pain radiating through me and making my pussy ache.

I tilted my head like I was staring at a too-big ice cream cone and couldn’t quite figure out how to eat the whole thing. I moved closer and exhaled on his head. He gripped me tighter, so I pulled it all the way down to my mouth, licking the head while staring up at him to gauge his reaction.

“Fuck.” His head fell back.

A slight salty taste had me licking him again. His hips jerked toward my mouth, so I opened and took him in, sliding his head along my tongue.

“That’s it.” He pulled me closer, pushing his cock deeper in my mouth as I licked along the underside of his shaft.

Emboldened by his response, I began nodding my head, rubbing the tip of his cock along the roof of my mouth with steadily increasing pressure. His hips moved to my pace until he was fucking my face, his hands tangled in my hair as he groaned and stared down at me. My pussy pulsed with my heartbeat, and I desperately wanted to feel him against me, inside me.

“So good, Kyrie. Your mouth, Jesus.” He moved his hips away and, in one smooth movement, gripped me under my arms and tossed me on the bed. He crawled on top of me, running his tongue from my navel to my breast, before getting on his knees between my thighs. “I hope you didn’t like these.” He gripped my panties on either side and ripped, the fabric tearing easily under his hands.

“Easton.” I bit my lip as I took in his amazing body. But it had always been his eyes that captivated me the most. The blue seemed even deeper now, the sparkle devilish.

He ran his hands along the outsides of my breasts, down the soft curve of my sides to my waist and then to the flare of my hips. “Fucking perfect.” When his eyes stopped on my pussy, I squirmed.

Placing his hands on the inside of my thighs he spread me wider, until I was completely open to him, vulnerable. He bent his head down to my pussy, his breath an exquisite tease along my hot flesh.

“Tell me what you want.” He smoothed his hands up my stomach to my breasts, palming them and running his thumbs over my nipples. “What do you want me to do to this sweet pussy?”

“Mmm.” I lifted my hips to him, but he backed away.
Tease
.

“I want to hear you say it.” His breath was maddening.

“I want you to lick me,” I said on a pant.

He gave me one long, slow lick from entrance to clit as he squeezed my breasts. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair. But then he stopped.

“Tell me what you really want me to do to you.” His eyes locked onto mine.

I pulled his hair and tried to lift my hips again, but he held steady. His thumbs moved back and forth over my nipples, sending an electric current from them to my pussy.

“Oh, god, Easton, I-I want you to eat my pussy. Fuck me. Make me come. Just, please—” My plea ended on a moan as he dove down, fastening his lips around my clit and sucking as his tongue flicked.

My hips made small movements, grinding my pussy into his face as he groaned and concentrated on that one bundle of nerves that called all the shots. I tensed, my legs spreading even wider as my orgasm approached faster than one of Easton’s pitches.

He moved his hands so that he pinched my nipples between his thumb and index finger. He bore down hard. It should’ve hurt. Instead, it shot me higher and my body clenched. My clit exploded in sparks of pleasure as I gasped and arched my back.

My orgasm came in waves, my pussy squeezing and my entire body tensing as the bliss washed over me again and again. I moaned, a desperate sound that rolled along with the rise and fall of each surge of release. When I finally relaxed into the bed, I was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

He kissed my pussy before climbing on top of me. I was boneless, destroyed by his mouth, the same one he now pressed to mine. I tasted myself on him as he licked my lips and caressed my tongue, his hunger palpable. His cock was rock hard against my swollen flesh, and I rocked my hips against him, wanting him deep inside.

He pulled back and placed his hands on my cheeks, just staring down at me. “You are so beautiful it almost hurts to look at you.”

My heart, the same one I’d kept under lock and key for so long, was out of its cage and in grave danger of getting snagged by this man. And, instead of fear, I felt free. I craned my head up and kissed him, gently at first and then more desperately. Running my hands to his ass, I dug my nails in.

“You ready?” he said against my mouth.

“Yes.”

“I’ll try and go easy.” He rested his forehead on mine.

“Don’t. I want all of you. I need it.”

He moved his hips down so his tip was at my entrance. “You’re sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure.” I held his eyes as he pushed inside me. A quick sting of pain at the sudden intrusion and then pleasure as he eased inside my slick walls.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, clinging to him as he pulled out and then pushed the rest of the way inside me.

He groaned and dropped his head into the crook of my neck. “You’re like a fucking vise.” He pulled out and shoved in faster. “Fuck. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I was more than fine. I moved my hips, sliding back and forth on his cock. “Don’t hold back.”

“I won’t.” He gripped my hair and started a hard rhythm, his hips slapping my thighs as he sucked on my jugular.

I held onto him, digging my nails into his back as each thrust hit my spot. The bed shook and my moans grew louder. He moved one arm under my back and wrapped his fingers around my shoulder, pulling me down onto his cock with each intense stroke. I dug my heels into his lower back, feeling every bit of friction from his body as he surged inside me.

“I have to see you.” He sat back on his knees and gripped my hips, lifting me to him as his eyes devoured my body.

My breasts shook with his thrusts and I gripped his duvet. The slapping sound of skin on skin only turned me on more, along with his grunts. His eyes lingered at where our bodies joined and he slowed, pulling out to his tip and then sliding in.

“Don’t stop.”

“This is so fucking hot, watching you take every inch.” He pulled out again and eased inside.

“Harder,” I begged.

“Harder?” He smirked.

“Yes!”

He licked his thumb and pressed it to my clit as he restarted his punishing pace. “You like it rough, baby?”

“Yes.” I reached up and braced myself against the wood headboard.

He gripped one of my legs behind my knee and opened me wider. Swirling his thumb around my clit, he locked his eyes on mine.

“Easton!” I couldn’t catch my breath.

He pressed harder on my clit, dragging his thumb back and forth across it as he watched me, measuring every reaction.

“Oh, god, I’m close.” My pussy tightened around him, my walls trying to hold him prisoner.

“That’s right. Come on my dick.”

His command sent me to a whole new level of hot. “Please—”

“Come. On. My. Dick.” He emphasized each word with increasingly harder thrusts.

I stretched my arms, locking them against the headboard, until I was shoving down onto his cock even more.

He dug his fingers into my thigh. “Fucking hell. Now come for me.”

Dirty talk was my weakness. My eyes rolled back in my head and I came in a rush. Easton turned me into a screamer, because all I could do was cry his name as my body stiffened and my pussy spasmed around his cock. He kept fucking me in short, strong movements, but he groaned and tensed.

“Fuck, Kyrie. I can’t—” He pulled out as my orgasm began to subside.

I looked down as he gripped his cock and shot hot streaks of come all over my pussy and stomach. I could finally breathe again and my lower back made contact with the bed. His cock pulsed a few more times and then he let out a labored breath.

“Goddamn.” He grinned up at me, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. “You okay?”

“I’m perfect.”

He leaned over and kissed me. “I know you are.” Then he got up and hurried to the bathroom before coming back and cleaning me up.

I shook my wrists out as he slid into bed.

“Hurt?” He took my hands and turned them over, kissing the insides of my wrists. “I have wraps and all kinds of stuff.”

He moved to get up but I grabbed his arm. “I’m fine. I just tensed when I…”

“When you came?” He flashed a smile and lay on his back, pulling me into his side.

“Yeah.”

“So you’re shy now, but you loved it when you were coming on my cock and screaming my name?”

My cheeks heated, and I tried to push away from him.

“No, it’s hot. I love it.” He kissed my forehead and pulled me in closer so I rested my head on his chest.

I listened to the steady thump of his heart, smelled his skin, felt the hard ridges of his abs. My eyes began to drift closed. But what if he didn’t want me to stay? The thought was mortifying.

“I should go.” I hated the words as they rolled off my tongue.

His arm flexed against my back. “No, you shouldn’t.”

“I have work in the morning.”

“You aren’t going anywhere. This is where you stay.” He nuzzled into my hair. “Please?”

I sighed. No one could resist his post-sex voice, not when he was asking so sweetly. “Okay, but I have to be up by seven. I have work.”

“Seven, right. Got it.” His voice softened and he relaxed his arm.

“I mean it.”

“Right.” He kissed my forehead again and grabbed his phone. I watched as he set an alarm with one hand. He set it for six and tossed it back to his nightstand.

“I said seven.”

“I know. That extra hour is for my breakfast in bed.” He smirked. “Good news for you. All you have to do is spread your legs.”

A tingle went up my spine at his words. I sputtered and tried to turn and glare at him. But he kept me pressed against his chest.

“Easton.” I nipped at his skin and he laughed.

“What?” His voice was a deep rumble against my ear.

“Nothing.” I settled back against him, a smile stealing across my lips. “See you at six.”

K
YRIE

“
I
HAVE TO
go.” I laughed and tried dash out of bed.

He caught me and tossed me back down before crawling on top of me and stealing my breath away with one of his amazing kisses.

We’d been doing this for almost a week. I’d meet him after work or after a game, we’d eat, then we’d wear each other out in bed. I’d only slept alone two of the past five nights, and that was because Easton had to travel one state over to play. We’d still Skyped, and I got a thrill out of doing exactly what he told me, touching myself and imagining it was him. Now that he was back, we couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Just stay for a little while longer. I want to see if I can make you reach that really high pitch again, the one that almost breaks glass.”

I ran my fingers through his hair and grinned at him. “I was faking it.”

He arched his brows. “Yeah?”

I schooled my face into the most serious expression I had. “Yep. Every time. Totally faking.”

“Even that time when I ate your pussy in the bathroom at Sal’s and your legs shook so bad I had to hold you up?”

Heat rushed through me at the memory of him kneeling, one of my legs over his shoulder and his tongue buried inside me.

“Yeah, totally a put-on. You fell for it. I bet you feel foolish as all hell right no—”

He claimed my mouth again and surged forward with his hips, his hard cock rubbing against my clit.

I broke the kiss and tried to wriggle out from under him. “I can’t, not again. I’m going to be late and walking like I belong at the OK Corral.”

“You shouldn’t be late. I didn’t blow inside you.” He smirked and pinned my wrists above me. “Oh yeah, yeah I did. Lots of times. Thank god for the pill.”

“You’re such a dick.”

He angled his cock at my entrance. “You want my dick? That’s what I heard.”

“Easton—”

He plunged inside me and I moaned at the burst of pressure and heat. “Did I mishear you?” He nibbled at my neck as he fucked me in a casual rhythm.