Game On! (Seaside Heat) (6 page)

“Rain check on the battleship.” He grinned.

Jordan laughed. “Your gun is primed and ready then, Mr. Tight End.”

“You know it darlin’.”

Anxious for the next play of the game, she drove them back to the house in record time. “Let’s take a quick dip in the swimming pool first?”

“Sure.” He wore a pearly grin as he followed her inside.

“One of my brothers probably left some trunks in the spare room.”

After a quick trip to her oldest brother’s former room, she returned with a pair of safety orange colored swim trunks.

Heath’s mouth quirked. “Don’t want me to get lost?”

“Be nice.”

He held them to his waist and mocked in a girly tone, “Well, they’ll definitely show off my tan.”

With a flick of her hand, she let out a teen-like squeal. “Oh, you are so right.”

He winced. “Quit. You’re killing my—”

“Boner?” She laughed and led him to her bedroom over the garage so she could change.

While he followed her up the stairs two at a time, she wondered how much he squatted. She bet what she weighed was a mere warm-up for any of his weight training. No doubt he could pin a woman against the wall and do the dirty.

She missed the top step.

He snagged her at the waist and brought her back against him.

Saved her from a face plant. Dang, the man was quick and a solid anchor. “Thanks.”

Safely away from the stairs, he set her solidly on her feet, but didn’t let go. “You okay?”

Her heart beat like a bird’s, fragile and apprehensive. Facing him, she hugged his neck. “Think so.”

He dropped the swim trunks onto a chair and took her by the hand. Then he gazed about the room. “It’s as big as a small apartment.”

“It’s supposed to be an entertainment room. I had to give up my place to cover my lawyer’s fees. Mom and Dad insisted I come home.”

He studied the room. “The colors are you. Bright. Energetic.”

Her mother had painted each wall a different color. If it’d been left to Jordan, everything would have been black, like her heart had felt at the time.

He approached the array of pictures on the aqua wall. Heath touched her image on each one as if trying to gauge her past.

She moved beside him.

“You still play lacrosse?”

After being labeled the other woman, she’d never show her face in that social circle again. She wiped a bit of dust from the top of the frame. That part of life was dead and buried. “Afraid not.”

He pointed to the picture of her playing football with her brothers when she was ten. “That’s why you’re so tough.”

“I don’t feel tough around you.” More like a weak kitten, yet she liked the sensation.

“Could have fooled me.” He slid behind her and gathered her in his arms. “Have I just broken a barrier?”

She lolled her head against him. Flooded with memories and emotions from their last date, she warmed. His talented tongue and skilled hands had brought her to orgasm easily. But then again, what woman wouldn’t soften when his head was between her legs? “You couldn’t tell last time?”

“Hmmm, I thought I had you at a disadvantage.” He nibbled her earlobe.

Jordan enjoyed being swept away. Again. “Yet you wouldn’t let me have the same fun.” She ground her butt against his crotch. Lord, if she soon didn’t get a visual on what her toes and ass registered worthy of a Trojan Magnum, she’d have to change her panties.

He spun her to face him, eyes glittering with desire. “How much fun do you plan?”

The pool could wait. Smiling, she pushed him backward until his knees hit the edge of her bed. Reaching between them, she molded her fingers around the base of his shaft and worked up. “I’m judging quite a bit.”

“All yours, baby.”

Jordan made quick work of his t-shirt and palmed his chest, covered in enough light brown hair to be manly. Smoothing her hand down, she flicked his nipple.

He hissed.

Delighted, she quickly soothed it with her tongue. Licking the trail leading to his navel, she couldn’t wait to reach what lay in wait. She’d never wanted to please a man as much as she wanted to please Heath. She slid open his zipper.

At the band of his boxer briefs, his cock jutted, eager and ready.

She greedily dipped her tongue for the beading pearl at his tip and shoved his pants and underwear to the carpet.

He widened his stance and fisted his length. Molten eyes sent her an invitation to continue.

Nervously, she grasped him. Her fingers barely met. She mimicked his stroke while still teasing his ridged head.

His eyelids grew heavy and his abs rippled.

Devouring him, her mouth watered.

Heath moaned, pumping his hips in a shallow rhythm. His head fell back on his shoulders as the tip of him brushed the back of her throat.

“Ahh, fuck.”

A rush of lust tightened Jordan’s belly and nipples. Swirling her tongue around his velvety head, she imagined him thrusting between her thighs, buried deep. Could merely pleasing him make her come?

He worked his fingers through her hair in a gentle caress. “So good,” he whispered.

Toying and teasing this man had her on the edge of orgasm. Pleasing him brought pleasure. Only sex, Jordan. Adore his handsome please-fuck-me-now body.

“Baby. Stop, or I’m gonna—” He eased from her mouth and drew her up and into his arms.

“No fair.” She pouted.

Heath sat on the bed and pulled Jordan onto his lap. His body hummed with desire. The feel of her silky mouth stroking him to the edge and those dark passion-filled eyes had threatened to push him over.

He considered her many sides. The athletic yet unsure woman on the beach. The calculating lady at brunch. To the utterly feminine creature at dinner who morphed into a seductress using her bare toes. All appealing.

Straddling his hips, she ground against his aching dick. “Mmm.”

As soft and feminine as she felt, he wanted to strip her naked. Instead, he mauled her neck with rough kisses. If he fucked her now, what then? With their little game finished, their time together would end.

“Do what you will.” He lay back on the bed, slid his hands beneath her shorts and groped her firm ass. Would she enjoy a light spanking? He grew harder at the thought.

“Sounds like an invitation.” Jordan glided over his shaft. She crossed her arms and flung off her top. With a flick of her fingers, her breasts bounced free from her bra.

“You’re killing me.” He sucked a pert nipple into his mouth and caressed her skin.

“Condom?” She ground against him.

“Think you’re trying to rush our game. There’s no play clock.” He winked. However, the brutal delay had his balls tight. He might not have her today, but he’d totally have fun with oral play.

With a twist, he swept her beneath him. After unzipping her shorts, he tugged them and her panties off and tossed them over his shoulder. Dipping his cock into her flat belly, he hovered over her.

Desire flamed in her amber stare as she stroked him. He loved that she seemed to want him as much as he wanted her.

“I’m on birth control. You had to have a clean slate to get on the team. And I had a complete workup during my legal troubles and haven’t been with anyone since.”

He eyed her skeptically. Not that he didn’t believe her, but he doubted she honestly wanted him to raise those lovely thighs and bury his unsheathed cock. Heath willed his raging hunger to take second against his cognitive reasoning. “You can’t know how much I want you, Jordan.”

“But…” She bit her lip and glanced away.

Shit. His mind raced, searching for the right words. “I wanna make this game last more than two dates. Baby, there are lots of ways to please each other.” He dipped his fingers between her thighs and found her slick and ready. “I want to taste you again. Sip your honey and watch your face as you come.”

Before she protested, he dove head first into her sweetness. One lick of her clit and she pressed against his plundering mouth.

Twisting her fingers in his hair, she moaned. The harder she tugged, the more relentlessly he teased her. While pressing a finger into her tight channel, he sucked her plump clit.

“Deeper.” She bucked against his hand.

His shaft jerked, wanting to join play. He loved her uninhibited enthusiasm. How far could he push? “Where are your toys?”

Coming up on her elbows, she leered at him. “What makes you think I have any?”

Chuckling, he kept his thumb swirling around her slickening pussy. “Don’t be shy, baby. This afternoon can be about exploration.”

She glanced to the side of the bed.

Leaning over, he found a small photo storage box covered in seashell designs. Inside, a vibrator, pearls and a hefty dildo. He held it up and scooted closer so his knees were between her thighs. “Purple your favorite color?”

Her blush migrated from her cheeks to her chest. “Never thought I’d find a real life version.”

“Thanks for the compliment, darlin’, but I think I’m a couple of inches shy.”

“Close enough, plus you’ve got more girth.” Wearing a sly squint, she stroked him.

Little nymph aimed to push him to the edge. “Let’s see.”

He breached her with the fake cock and began a slow pump.

Jordan lay back and closed her eyes. Masturbation turned erotic with her beauty before him. He’d never had such an opportunity.

Rocking her hips, she whispered, “Fuck me, Heath.”

Dirty talk amped his fun. Fuck. He draped her calves over his shoulders while his dick ached to replace her little friend. “Soon.”

She fisted the sheets, beautiful with her hair all tousled.

So hot. How’d he manage to get so lucky? “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

As her orgasm seized her, she cried out, thrashing her head.

He delighted at the rush of wetness bathing his fingers. After a taste, he slid alongside her, licked his finger then offered it to her.

With half-closed eyes, she accepted her treat and sucked in a slow easy glide.

Sexy and uninhibited. He must be crazy for not accepting her offer to be buried deep in her heat, bare as the day he was born. After having her, he’d never be satisfied. Jordan intrigued him beyond the physical.

“Your turn.” She squeezed his rear then pushed him to his back. Grinning wickedly, she scooted between his legs. “Payback is a bitch.”

“Can’t wait, darlin’.” His balls ached with need.

She curled her smooth fingers around his cock and stroked him slow and easy.

Heath floated, disembodied allowing her full control.

Increasing tension and tempo, she teased him with a finesse he’d never known.

Her velvety, kiss-swollen lips covered him as her tongue swirled and tortured his crown. The warm satin of her mouth coaxed him toward the ultimate end.

Levering onto his elbows for a better view of the gorgeous woman between his legs, he fucked her sweet mouth. Only a ring of amber colored her passion-filled eyes.

She caught him peeking, slipped to his tip and sassily circled with her tongue. Then devoured him to the root.

Her hair brushed the top of his thighs, ratcheting his senses to near overload.

His shaft pulsed with his heartbeat. Gathering her hair in his fist, he allowed her free reign.
No woman had ever driven him so far. He yearned to take her to the same heights.

White heat raced up his spine. His hips locked, forcing his cockhead to the back of her throat.

Undeterred, she held him captive.

“Jordan.” Her name sounded hoarse on his lips. He pulsed hot streams into her accepting mouth.

* * * *

Euphoric from her orgasm, Jordan swallowed all he offered and took a final lick of her new favorite lollipop.

Heath drew her on top of him and kissed her, unafraid of tasting his flavor.

She found the act utterly manly. With him, she forgot the pain and fear that had been a part of her life for over a year. Their game freed her from feeling judged about her sexual desires.

“How was that?” She grinned, feeling the heat of her blush.

“You have to ask?” He laughed. “You were trying to kill me, weren’t you?”

“What a way to die, huh?”

“Only one way better.” He winked.

“Mmm.” She snuggled against his brawny shoulder and lay as content as a cat napping in the sun.

He slid his hands along her sculpted back in a warm caress. Such a beautiful woman.

In a heated moment, she’d offered him everything and he chose to wait. Good thing. She wanted to spend much more time on this mountain of a man with sexy blue eyes. He’d already shown her more consideration and care in bed and out than any of her past lovers.

Whoa. Stop. She rose off his chest. Just a hard body. And only for fun. Sentiment couldn’t be part of her game, but like him, she too didn’t want it ending too fast. Sitting on the bed, still naked, she grabbed her clothes from the floor.

Heath slipped on the bright orange trunks.

Her gaze landed on his sculpted ass. She bet those buns looked just as good in his uniform.

He turned around while tying the cord. “What cha doing?”

“What you told me.”

“Huh?” He arched his brows.

“Checking out number eighty-seven’s fine ass.”

He pinned her to the mattress, already sporting another hard-on.

“Hmm.” She caressed the bulge threatening to burst through the neon trunks.

“You’re still horny?” He cupped her mound and swirled a thumb in her juices.

“Sorry.” Squirming, she tried to wrestle from his hold.

“Nothing to be sorry about, baby.” He traced a finger along her cheek.

Willing her hormones under control, Jordan checked her alarm clock on the nightstand. “Maybe not, but we gotta get out of here.”

“Okay,” he said, sounding like he’d screwed up.

“No, my parents, they’ll be back soon. I’d rather us not be in my room doing the naughty.” She flung his shirt at him. “The sex gridiron needs to be at your place from now on.”

Heath grinned. “Not a problem, darlin’.”

* * * *

Yesterday, Heath had broken one of Jordan’s barriers. Something he’d like to repeat again. Maybe their game could evolve beyond body parts, if she’d be willing to tap into her most secret desires.