Page 11 of Mr. Heartbreaker


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I bring my hands to the top button of his dress shirt, but he takes the opportunity to mold his palms to my breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples, and I find I can’t wait any longer. My fingers slide under each side of his shirt, and I tug it open, buttons flying in all different directions.

His chest is beyond impressive. I soak in his rippled muscles and the light dusting of hair that leads under his pants. I manipulate his belt, the button of his pants, and the zipper over his bulge. Pushing them down, I find he’s wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that stretch snugly around his muscled thighs.

I don’t get nearly enough time to admire him because he yanks me closer, his hands grabbing my ass, and I lift, allowing him to pick me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bed and sits on the edge so that I’m straddling him.

“Keep the heels on,” he says before taking my nipple into his mouth.

Fuck, who gave this guy a list of all my turn-ons? I need to make the most of this night because I’ll never have it again.

Five

Rowan

I don’t usuallysleep around these days. I’ve had my share of one-night stands, but most of those were during college and my early years in the league. They just don’t satisfy me like they used to. So picking up Leigh tonight is unexpected for me.

I only got the hotel room because it’s Saturday night, which means my teammate Tweetie, who lives above me, is probably having people over, and I could use some peace and quiet and wasn’t sure how late I’d end up staying at the wedding. We start training camp next month, and it’s time to get my head back in the game.

I push all that shit, all the worry about my first full season with the team, away because I have a knockout straddling my lap wearing only a thong and a pair of killer heels. It’s been a long time since I’ve been as attracted to a woman as I am to Leigh.

Her short nails run along my scalp, fingers winding through my hair. I suck her pert nipple, twirling my tongue around the pebbled tip. Leigh’s moan spurs me to keep going, my hand lifting to her other bare breast and tweaking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her fingers tighten in my strands, tugging lightly.

I run my free hand across her silky skin, up and down her spine. She straightens, and I pop my mouth off her tit and kiss the valley between her breasts, staring up at her through my eyelashes. Her dark hair falls on either side of her face, her caramel-colored eyes piercing through me as though she can see into my soul.

When I flip her over so her back meets the mattress, she squeals, and I pull her thong off. Then I stand between her open legs, pushing my boxers down my legs and grabbing a condom from my bag. I fist myself, tugging up and down. I can’t remember the last time I felt this out of control, desperate to be inside of a woman.

“You still good?” I ask, wanting to make sure I’m not pushing things too fast.

She sits up and takes the condom wrapper from my hand. Staring me in the eye, she rips it open with her teeth, her gaze never straying from mine. “Is this clear enough for you?”

She takes out the condom and places it over the tip of my cock, her thumb and forefinger sliding it down my length. My dick twitches from the first touch of her petite hands.

“Hell,” I mumble, bringing my hand between her legs and gliding my finger along her center. Her legs open wider, granting me access, and I tease her opening with the tip of my finger. Wetness coats me, and I slide my finger forward, circling her clit. “All ready for me, huh?”

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. She doesn’t wait for me to take control, her tongue licking along the seam of my lips to open for her. And I’m not an idiot. I want her to take whatever she wants from me, so my lips part. Her tongue slides into my mouth, meeting mine with the same feverish urge I feel.

I push one thick finger inside her, and her breath hitches, her torso rising and falling. I swallow her moan, plunging my finger in and out of her before adding another when I think she’s ready. I want her dripping by the time I fuck her.

She strokes her tongue against mine, and I curve my fingers inside her. She dips her head back with a moan, and I admire her swollen lips. Her body is flushed in the prettiest shade of pink, and I want to cast a line of kisses along every inch of her flesh.

Her back falls to the bed, my fingers slipping out of her, and I place one knee on the mattress, my hand splaying her thighs open, giving room for my hips.

She wraps her arms around my chest as I kiss her right below her navel and travel north, across her stomach, up through the valley of her tits, to the hollow of her neck. She rocks her head back, giving me the access I want, and I lick up her throat and over her jaw, opening her wider with my knees and falling between her legs.

The tip of my dick pushes against her opening, and her back bows off the mattress. “Please, Rowan.”

My heart is racing, my balls heavy while I try to act cool, as if I don’t want to take her to the hilt like a fucking animal. I slide into her an inch or two at a time, and once I’m fully seated, we both groan, the satisfaction of finally getting what we’ve been teasing one another with the entire night.

She’s tight and wet and hot—basically perfect. Her short nails rake up and down my back as I give her body a moment to adjust.

I withdraw and sink back into her. She moans, and my mouth falls to her collarbone, her neck, and her ear. Her scent, the sound of heavy breathing, the warmth of her thighs around my waist—all of it spurs a desire inside me that I’ve never felt before.

Usually by this time, I’m just trying to get the woman off so I can come right after her, but with Leigh, I find myself wanting to draw it out. I want her to leave this room never the same, but I don’t have time to delve into that foreign feeling because I don’t want to miss a second of having her under me and feeling her soft skin pressed along my hard muscles.

I rise up on my hands, pushing and pulling my hips in and out. With every thrust, she meets me with the same intensity. Leigh pushes at my shoulders, and I willingly flip over, never turning down a woman who wants to ride me.

Expertly, she straddles me, guiding me into her, and places her hands on my chest. Her tits jiggle while she circles her hips in a rhythm that drives me crazy. I want to take control, but I want to commit to memory the vision of her with her head rocked back, her eyes closed. I use the opportunity to watch her take what she wants from me without apology. It’s sexy as fuck.

I grow harder inside her, my hands falling to her hips, helping get me as deep as possible.

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