Temptation

Calder

 

 

 

REGGIE HADN’T STUCK AROUND after the game. While doing the whole ass-pat/back-slap thing on the field following our victory over the Legends, I’d searched the stadium for her. Frankie Burelli gave me a big thumbs up then sent his eyes to the empty seat beside him.

Not gonna lie. I was disappointed, which meant one thing only. I wanted her in the same way I always had. Not as an in-law. Not as a platonic friend. As my own.

Fact confirmed when I read what she’d texted me as soon as we’d made it into the locker room:

Congrats on the game. See you at home.

Home. Mine. I clicked off the phone and hustled my ass into the showers.

More dudes filtered in, everyone on a high after getting that much closer to the possibility of reaching the Super Bowl. The usual round of “good game” and “fuck yeah” and “Crush it” swirling around like the mist of the hot steaming showers.

“You in a hurry or something?” Brooklyn stood under the spray next to me.

“Maybe I’m sick of this stinking locker room. Swear to God someone has crotch rot.” I scrubbed soap into my pits.

He lifted his junk. “Ain’t me. Delaney makes sure of that.”

I snorted. The fucker was so damn happy since Delaney had agreed to marry him. “You’re a lucky bastard, Baller Brooks.”

He held up his hands. “Baller no more.”

“Except with the baller babe, right?” I cut off my shower, wrapped a towel around my waist. Almost slipped on the tile in my haste to get dressed and hustle the fuck out of there.

“Where’s the fire, Calder?” Rafe called out while Marquis rubbernecked with his long dreads tucked under the pink shower cap.

I flipped a middle finger to all the assholes that included Akoni, Bunyan, Buckley, and Deacon.

Brooklyn framed the shower stall as he stuck his head out. “Got anything to do with a certain showgirl?”

“Yeah. Maybe.” I jabbed him in the ribs, sending him back. “Just about as much as you wanna go ride horses with a certain Carolina Cougar.”

“Low blow, my man.”

I snorted, my bare feet slapping on the tiles. “Low blow? Save that for your fiancée. Ain’t interested.”

“Douche.”

“Dick.”

“Got a big one.”

“So do I.”

I rushed to my truck, a fully kitted-out and jacked-up Ford F150. On the way out, I handed an autographed game ball to Scott, the security guard on call day and night, so he knew Reggie Malone had every right to come and go whenever she wanted.

The twenty-minute drive to my house put me on edge. Downtown Charleston. Through the crosstown traffic. Over the Ravenel Bridge to the old village of Mt. Pleasant.

My house.

Lights on.

Music playing.

Food cooking.

A person.

My person.

My woman?

It never failed to amaze me how Reggie could be so starlet gorgeous on stage—an absolute cock-wrecker in revealing costumes with suck-me red lips—then so girl-next-door at other times. Tonight I came home to the girl-next-door I’d first fallen for.

I’d detailed her from head to toe the second I stepped into the kitchen. Specifically her more-than-a-handful ass when she bent toward the oven. Dressed casually, she was no less heart-stopping or cock-hardening than when she was on stage. Tight black jeans, a snug button-down shirt unbuttoned just enough to showcase her ample breasts and perfect cleavage made for tit-fucking, bouncy dark brown curls framing her sweetheart face. I glanced at her feet.

She was barefoot. Her toenails painted the same sex-red she wore on her lips when she danced like the temptress she could be, but tonight Reggie turned to me with a casual smile.

And I was a goner all over again.

Then there was dinner—homemade lasagna I ate until I thought I’d explode. But my gut ached for a million different reasons, all of them centered on Reggie. Especially when she sauntered over to me, her sultry voice like smoke licking my skin, “I want your cock in my mouth.”

And now she was sitting on a chair with my dick in her face. My pants open and shoved off, shoes gone, tie and shirt flung away as ragged breaths chugged in and out of my chest.

My cock jerked and throbbed when she licked her lips, leaned in closer.

“Wait, Reggie.” I grabbed hold of her hair and stopped her before her lips made contact with the tip. Thighs jumping, stomach tight. Her breath enough to make me blow my wad. “Wait.”

“Why?” She wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft, slowly curling them into a soft squeeze that made all the veins ripple. “I want your hard fat cock so far inside me I choke on it.”

“Jesus, Reggie.” Twisting her hair in my fist, I hauled her neck back.

I was so fucking turned on I could barely see straight. Hardly had enough restraint to stop myself from plunging right between her ripe lips and thrusting into her throat. Soaking her mouth in come.

So turned on. And it was so wrong. I was fucking torn in two. Wanting her so much.

 “You know what I think?” She shook her head free, and unbuttoned her shirt from top to bottom until she exposed high full tits in a black lace bra. Then her fingers walked down my clenching abs into the pubes surrounding my upright shaft. “I think you call me Reggie instead of Regina so you don’t have to see me as a woman.” She arched her back and cupped her up-thrust tits. She pulled down the cups until her nipples—bright pink and peaked—popped out.

Then she rubbed her breasts against my rigid rod, biting into her bottom lip. “But I am all woman. And I want you. I know you want me too.”

Her nipples brushed my dick, sending my senses spinning. Hard bolts of arousal spiked to my balls.

Snarling, I yanked her head back again and tugged at one hard nipple. Her hot moan was second best to her hot lick at the thick cockhead I pushed against her mouth.

She took her tongue away only to smile at me with a wicked glint. “I thought you said we were moving too fast.”

Groan.

“You want my cock in your mouth, Reggie?” Rubbing the tip over her sweet parted lips, I pinched at her nipple. “No more talking, sassy. Open up and take it.”

She whimpered as soon as I slid inside. That might’ve been the last thing I heard because my body almost collapsed on hot, wet contact.

Reggie’s lips stretched wide and her cheeks hollowed and she curled her tongue right around the broad crown in her mouth. She sucked the few inches of raging hard dick, making gurgling sounds that lit my nerves on fire.

When she started plunging her head—her face, her mouth—up and down, swallowing half my length with moaning glugs, I craned my neck back. Precome and saliva bubbled at the corners of her lips, and I rubbed it in. She massaged what couldn’t fit in her mouth before lowering those nimble fingers to my so-ready balls.

My body hovered so close to the end zone I was gonna end up looking like a teen during his first hummer, but fuck, I had no control.

My stomach clenched. My ass tightened. My pelvis pushed in and out. My cock slathered by her wicked tongue, taken to her throat, licked all over up and down and slurped in and out had me on the balls of my feet.

I never could’ve imagined how she’d love sucking me. And her killer tits bounced, slapped around, dripped with all the spit and preejaculate drooling from her lips working me to fever pitch.

Caressing the side of her neck, the slope of her shoulder, her cheek instead of face-fucking her as my urges commanded, I bent over. I gripped the back of her chair, straining. Pumping. Holding her face, my fingers at her throat.

“Reggie. Holy . . . I’m gonna—”

My fingers tightened. I wondered if I’d break the back right off the chair. The last thing I even thought about because my balls contracted and heat spiraled down my spine. A hot kick hit my groin when Reggie moaned my name then started jerking me wetly, sucking just the tip. And everything swelled. My cock. The head.

My frigging heart.

I roared, thunder striking my veins, and a lightning flash of orgasm electrified me.

Hoarse shouts shredded my voice until it was coarse and raw. Hot volleys of come lashed Reggie’s tongue, and she kept sucking. Kept swallowing. Blasts of seed spattered into her mouth and she took it all.

My balls emptied and emptied and emptied. I thrust and thrust and thrust and groaned.

My head rolled back on my neck, and when Reggie slowly curled her fist up my spasming cock, I grunted as she milked every last drop.

Sweat drizzled down my chest. My dick was never gonna go flaccid again, not when she cleaned up every creamy bit she missed. She sucked me, her fingers, and smeared what she’d missed into her tits.

Jeeesus.

She rubbed her cheek against my shaking thighs, readjusting her bra, buttoning her shirt, before she gazed up at me. “Do you want me to get a hotel room now?”

“Wait? What?” My head was still reeling. My cock had just exploded. I’d jetted into my dream woman’s mouth harder than ever before then I’d watched—delirious—while she’d licked every last missed drop off my shaft and from her fingers. “Wait? What?” I repeated, brain-fried.

“Moving too fast for you?” She gave a tight little laugh.

“Little bit.” After locating my pants and yanking them back up, I moved across the kitchen. Thighs still quaking, I leaned against the counter. “How’d we get from you giving me the best head of my life to you staying at a hotel?”

“I crossed the line?”

“I think I crossed it first when I went down on you.”

“I coerced you.”

“Yeah. Because it was such a hardship eating your pussy.” Sharp sexual tension snapped between us.

I remembered the taste of her on my lips, and now she’d had me in my mouth. Our eyes locked together.

Stalking across the kitchen, I dipped down to a knee in front of Reggie. My body ached. Not because of the game. I wanted her. More than ever before. And I couldn’t stand that wary look in her usually soft eyes.

I kissed her fingertips then lifted her hand to touch my mouth to her palm before raising my eyes. “You sure know how to kill the mood.”

Letting out a low laugh, Reggie grabbed the short hair at the back of my neck and pulled. Hard. “Jerkoff.”

“Won’t need to tonight.”

“Oh my God. Seriously?”

“You might need to masturbate though, right?”

She exhaled, rolling her eyes. “I was going to forgive you before you said that.”

“Forgive me for what? Giving you my cock when you were practically begging for it in your mouth?”

“Calder!” She pushed me away and stood up.

I rose with her.

Touching her chin, I brought her lips to mine.

The kiss was light, just a brush and a sweet exhalation from her as she relaxed in my arms. “No. I don’t want you to get a hotel room. I love having you here. I love—” I kissed the top of her head. “I’m just glad you’re here, sweetheart.”

She squirmed a little. “You might not be so happy when you hear what I have to say next.”

“What’d you do now?”

“Ye of little faith.” Reggie’s hands fell to my ass, drawing me closer. “I have another ulterior motive for my visit.”

“Besides sucking my dick? Another one?” A deep chuckle rumbled from my chest.

“I want to wrangle you home for Christmas. To your parents’,” she whispered.

“Jesus. Reggie.” I pulled back enough to see her expression.

Part hopeful. Part wary. Again.

“You drive a fucking hard bargain.”

“I didn’t give you head to convince you.”

“Good thing. You weren’t that great at it.”

Her eyes blazed wide, and she sucker-punched me in the stomach. “Bullshit!”

“You’re right.” Taking her hand in mine, I threaded our fingers together. “It’s late. We need to go to bed.”

“Together?”

“Well, I don’t wanna be woken up in the middle of the night again. And since we . . . share the same nightmares.” My voice broke at the end. About Chris’s death.

Reggie squeezed my fingers.

Minutes later, she snuggled beside me. In my shirt. I reached over to turn off the light and curl my arms around her.

But my breaths came hard and deep . . . unsettled.

“What about Christmas?” she asked drowsily.

“I’ll go.”

“With me.” Her entire body tensed with the quiet question.

“Yeah.” I nudged her ear with my nose before placing a kiss on her pulse point. “But we need to put the brakes on with this . . . with us . . . if we’re going to my folks.”

Reggie’s fingers caressed the forearm cuddled between her breasts, and I heard the soft smile, the latent sadness in her sigh. “Wouldn’t want to move too fast.”

“Knew those words were gonna bite me in the ass,” I whispered against her neck, hoping to take away that final bit of sorrow.