Denying The Bad Boy (Tattooed and Pierced #2) (21 page)

Alex started slowly thrusting in and out of her. He
would pull out just enough that the crown of his dick was the only thing lodged
in her pussy, and then he would push back into her. His movements were unhurried,
languished. His eyes were closed, the tendons in his neck taut, and his jaw
clenched. He looked so good, so male. He was going slowly for her, and she
could see by the way he strained above her that he wanted to go faster, harder,
like how he had taken her in the locker room.

“You don’t have to hold back for me, Alex. I just
want you to take me.” He slowly opened his eyes, but only half way. The drugged
look that he wore had her pussy clenching around his length, which caused him
to groan deep in his throat.

“I do, Mary, I really do have to hold back. You have
no idea what I want to do to you, how I want to touch you, kiss you, and how
hard I want
fuck
you.” He shoved deep
inside of her, and she moved up the bed an inch. His hands were on the bed beside
her head, and she could see out of the corner of her eyes the way he pulled at
the sheets, clenching the material in his big fists. When he dipped his head
and ran the tip of his nose along the shell of her ear, Mary shivered in
response. “You’d run screaming if you knew how much I want to own your body,
and mark you so every fucking guy knows that you’re mine.”

He pulled out and thrust hard into her again. She
moved up the bed one more inch, and a cry of pleasure left her. He gripped a
chunk of her hair, tilted her head back as far as it would go, baring her
throat to him completely, and gently bit the side of her neck.

“Does that scare you, Mary?” He pumped into her
again, shallowly so that she was aching for more. “Does it scare you to know
that I want every part of you, and that if another guy looks at you the wrong
way, talks to you, or God help him, touches you, I’ll fucking beat his ass so
bad he won’t be able to walk right ever again?” His words were dangerous and
low. “Answer me, baby.” Another hard
shove
into her
and she was forced to tighten her fingers on his massive biceps and hold on.

“N-no, it doesn’t frighten me, Alex.” On the
contrary, it turned her on so damn much that she no longer had her legs around
his waist, but had her feet braced on the mattress and was lifting her hips in
time with his powerful pumping.

“
Christ
,
Mary.” He started moving faster, and right when she would have come he pulled
out. For a moment Mary was stunned speechless. Had he really just stopped when
she was so close? She lifted her head to stare at him from between her legs.
Alex was on his knees, his erection jutting forward, and the indentation of the
piercing at the tip of his shaft visible through the condom. He gripped the
root of his shaft, breathed in and out heavily, and stared at her pussy.

“I want to take you from behind, Mary.” He lifted
only his eyes to her, and she licked her lips and nodded. He didn’t smile,
didn’t move, and just continued to stare at her. Mary moved so she was on her
hands and knees, and looked at Alex from over her shoulder. He still gripped
himself, but now he took his free hand and ran it over his mouth, back and
forth, as he stared at her ass. “Pull your ass apart, Mary. Let me see what’s
mine.”

Her heart was beating double time, and the fact he
had spoken so demandingly had her doing exactly what he said. She reached
behind her, gripped the mounds and spread them. He groaned deep in his throat. He
moved closer, so close that his body heat made her feel like a fire surrounded
her. Placing the tip of his erection at the opening of her pussy once more, she
expected him to slam inside of her, but he didn’t, and instead held onto her
waist, grunted, and moved back into her with a tenderness that startled her.
Over and over he pulled out and pushed back in, never increasing his speed, but
making sure to fill her completely and thoroughly. She ached for more, needed
it as fierce as she knew he could give. The sheets were bunched in her hands, and
she looked over her shoulder once more, not afraid to ask him what she really
wanted.

“Alex.” Her voice was soft, but strained from the
need to come desperately. “I need you to give it to me. You’re holding back.”
He looked at her, and she saw the way his throat worked when he swallowed. He
was nearly out of her body, but after she said what she wanted he curled his
fingers into her waist and shoved back into her, hard.
“Oh,
God.”
She closed her eyes as a ripple passed through her. He did it
again and again, keeping a bruising grip on her as he pounded into her already
deliciously sore pussy. She was so close to getting off, but before she could
take matters into her own hands and touch herself, Alex had his finger between
her thighs and rubbed her clit. He pinched the swollen tissue hard enough that
her eyes watered and her orgasm crashed into her. It was agony and ecstasy all
rolled into one. She bit her lip, feeling him touch the hidden, engorged bundle
of nerves deep within her and felt her pleasure peaking to a volcanic level.

The tangy, metallic flavor of blood filled her
mouth, but she didn’t care that she had broken skin, because what Alex was
doing to her at this moment couldn’t be called anything but fucking her raw.
Her breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and the sound of their damp
skin slapping together filled her ears. He grunted and growled behind her like
some kind of feral animal, but all that accomplished was having another series
of smaller contractions going off inside of her, milking him like a fiend. With
one ear-splitting groan he buried the full length of his dick inside of her and
came. She felt how tense he was, how hard and bunched his muscles were as he
strained behind her. When his body was no longer taut he covered her back with
his chest, his warm, humid breath coasting along her nape.

They fell to the side at the same time, and Alex
immediately curled his arms around her and brought her back to his solid chest.
His shaft softened inside of her, but was no way flaccid, and she wiggled
against him. He nipped her earlobe and groaned. “You better stop doing that, or
we will be going round two.” He kissed her ear and pulled out of her, much to
her disappointment. He left the room, presumably to go to the bathroom, but she
was too tired to open her eyes and check. A few minutes later he was back and
sliding into bed beside her, resuming the spooning position with her back to
his chest. They were quiet for several moments, and just as she was about to
pass out his deep voice pierced the stillness.

“Thank you for sharing a part of yourself with me
tonight. It means the world that you trusted me.” He buried his face in her
hair and inhaled.

“I’m glad I told you, too.” And she was. As the
silence once again descended upon them, Mary let her thoughts take over for
just a moment, and let herself entertain the idea that she could easily fall in
love with Alex Sheppard.

Chapter
Sixteen

Sweat fell into the Alex’s eyes as he made another
lap around the field. He may not be able to play in any games until all this
shit was sorted out, but he still went to practice with the rest of the team.
Alex was actually grasping what Mary was teaching him, which surprised the hell
out of him since concentrating while around her was pretty fucking hard. What
he knew for sure, he had no idea what the hell he had signed up for when he
decided to take a Human Sexuality class. She was patient with him, because ever
since their relationship had gotten physical he hadn’t been able to keep his
hands off of her. But her little “rewards” if he paid attention and stopped
manhandling the tutor were incentive enough for him to actually focus.

Now it was Friday, and they were supposed to head to
her family’s place for dinner tonight. The whole situation was crazy,
unpredictable, and he loved ever fucking minute of it.

He made one more lap and stopped when he reached his
teammates. They all breathed out heavily, but running around the field was
punishment for a few of the guys coming in late and
hungover
or still partially drunk.

“I should make you guys do another twenty laps just
for the hell of it.” Coach stopped in front of them and scowled. Yeah, he was
pissed, and whenever Coach was angry it was a pretty scary thing to see. “I
don’t know how many times I’ve warned you about coming to practice
hungover
, but I’m sick of it. I don’t care if it wasn’t all
of you, because we are a team, and when one of you screws up, the whole lot of
you
do
.” He scanned his eyes over the players and
stopped on Alex longer than the rest. “I’m surprised more of you aren’t failing
your courses and in Sheppard’s position. In fact, I thought you would have been
smarter than he was and taken his screw-up as a life lesson.”

Alex tensed in anger for being called out in front
of everyone, but he kept his mouth shut. A few of the guys cast him a wary glance,
but quickly averted their eyes when he narrowed his at them.

“No one is leaving practice until every single one
of you sweats out the alcohol,
 
and the
only thing you’ll want to do on a Friday night is ice your muscles.”

There was a collective groan. Alex looked at his
watch. He was supposed to head home, pack a weekend bag, and pick Mary up at
her house in an hour. They would then head over to her parents’. He had
reserved a hotel room, and the thought of having her all alone, under him, and
crying out his name, had him hard as fuck. He adjusted himself through his
outfit and walked over to where Coach was talking to a few of his teammates.

“Now get your asses back on the field and run Play 3
again until
it’s
right.” Coach turned to Alex.

“Coach, I’m supposed to be heading out this weekend
with my girl. I can’t really stay late tonight.” There was a moment of silence.
Coach shook his head. “You are one of the ones that
needs
to stay, Sheppard.”

“I’ve been on time since you told me about bringing
my average up, and I haven’t come to practice hangover. I’m also working my ass
off trying to get my grades up.”

“You want an award, Sheppard?” Alex gritted his
teeth and tightened his hands into fists. Coach was to be respected, but that
didn’t mean he liked people talking down to him.

“No, but I am telling you I need to leave. I’ve got
plans.”

Coach’s expression stayed bland. “Looks like you’re
going to have to be late, Sheppard. Now go with the team and practice.” He
didn’t give Alex time to comment, because he was already making his way to the
field. Alex turned around and watched his teammates get in formation to
practice a play.
Shit.
He could
leave, but there would no doubt be serious repercussions involved, and he was
already on probation.
 

“Fuck.” He quickly walked over to his duffle and
grabbed his cell from inside. After he dialed Mary’s number he turned away from
the field and braced his arm on the cement wall.

“Hi.” The smile in her voice was contagious, and he
found himself smiling in return.

“Hey, baby.”

“Are you on your way?” He voice was soft, melodic,
and had him closing his eyes and savoring it. Shit, he was so into her, and he
didn’t care what anyone said about that.

“
Aww
, baby, I have to stay
late for practice tonight. Coach is really being hard on the guys coming in
hungover
.” He heard the sound of a zipper being closed and
knew she was getting ready.

“Really?”
Her
disappointment was clear. “You can’t leave early? Maybe tell your coach you
have plans?”

“I’m sorry, baby, but I’m already on probation
because of my grades, and I really don’t want to piss anyone else off.”

“Well, you are still coming, though, right?”

Things with them were so different now, and he
couldn’t even explain it rationally. Just a few short weeks ago he would have
never thought he would ache just to see Mary’s face, just to hear her voice,
and to touch her skin. But all of that changed when she gave herself to him at
Frost’s and only continued to change for the better every time he saw her,
hell, every time he spoke with her. They may not have sat down and discussed
what kind of relationship they were in, but there wasn’t anyone else for him. Besides,
the way she looked at him told Alex she was just as into this as he was. He
didn’t look at other girls, didn’t think about other girls, and sure as hell
didn’t get wood when one of them in a short skirt brushed by him. All he wanted
anymore was a certain dark haired girl with vibrant blue eyes and a passion
inside of her that could bring him to his knees in more ways than one. He
looked at the dull porous grey wall in front of him and flattened his hand on
the rough surface.

Could he actually love someone in such a short
amount of time? He had never been in love, didn’t know what it felt like, but
the emotions inside of him every time he looked at Mary told him what he felt
for her wasn’t just desire for her. He cared about her, so fucking much. If
this was what love felt like, this deep need to protect her, and the
possessiveness that consumed him when he was around her, then yeah, he loved
her, so damn much.

“I don’t know how late I’ll be, but yeah, baby, I
wouldn’t miss it for the world.” And he wouldn’t, because he would go anywhere
with her, do anything for her, and there wasn’t anything on the planet that
could stop him. His friends would call him pussy-whipped, but it was so much
more than that. He was in love for the first time in his life, and there wasn’t
anything that could take that elation from him.