Nestled into a gloriously naked Sean’s side, I looked up from the bed and checked the time on the clock hanging above the television.
7:05 p.m., it read.
We’d only been inside my hotel room for all of two hours, but for the love of all that was right with the world, we’d made damn good use of our time.
After the game, he hadn’t wasted a moment with a shower in the locker room.
Instead, the instant we’d discreetly slipped inside my room, we’d engaged in naked, shower-related activities…together.
Kissing. Licking. Fucking.
By the time the hot water had run cold, I’d come more times than my pleasure-gorged brain could count. And now, clean and sated and lying naked together beneath the sheets of my hotel bed, I savored the feel of being wrapped up in his arms.
With soft and lazy strokes, I traced imaginary swirls and circles across Sean’s bare chest with my fingertip. Once the path of my index finger slid to his belly, the muscles of his abdomen tightened and rippled.
“Ticklish?” I questioned. “Or are you just trying to show off and flex your muscles for me?”
He chuckled softly. “We both know I don’t need to flex, baby.”
Point made. And I’d be a big fat fucking liar if I tried to deny the truth in his words.
Sean Phillips had the kind of body most men would kill for, hordes of women fantasized about, and young, impressionable teenage boys prayed like hell they’d develop.
Firm and toned in all of the right places, and delicious mocha-colored skin to boot, he ticked off all the hot guy checkboxes. And considering I hadn’t even mentioned anything about his fan-fucking-tastic cock, that said a lot.
And, apparently, it was the kind of body that made my brain short-circuit and go back on my word. Sean Phillips started out as the one man I’d sworn off, yet here I was. Naked. In bed with him. Again.
“Just admit it,” he whispered into my ear. “You love fucking me.”
“Aw, is someone feeling a little insecure?” I asked and rested my chin on his chest to meet his gaze. “Do you need me to boost your already huge ego?”
He smirked and moved his fingers to the skin of my ass. Cupping and squeezing and kneading my curves with a big, strong hand. “I’m not asking for an ego boost. I’m asking you to state the facts,” he retorted and sent a sexy little wink my way.
“And what exactly are the facts?”
“You. Love. Fucking. Me,” he answered.
“And what about you?” I questioned and pinched his right nipple…hard.
“Ow! Fuck!” He chuckled and gently swatted my hand away from his chest. “What do you mean, what about me?”
“If I supposedly love fucking you, what are your facts in this scenario?”
“The same as you.”
I raised a challenging brow, and he didn’t hesitate to respond. With his hands gripping my hips, he pulled me on top of his big, strong body and adjusted me until we were nose-to-nose. “Your pussy was made to take my cock,” he whispered, and his lips just barely brushed mine. “And my cock sure as fuck doesn’t mind the feel of your pussy.”
One kiss. Two kisses.
“I want to keep fucking you.”
Three kisses. Four kisses.
“We’re both having fun, and we both know we should keep fucking until we aren’t anymore.”
He took my mouth in a deep, heady kiss, and by the time he pulled away, his cock was hard and I throbbed between my legs. Hell, my hips were already moving against him like they had a mind of their own.
Sean’s gaze locked with mine, and a self-satisfied smile lifted the corners of his lips. “So, yeah, those are my facts.”
He was so fucking cocky. But good God, he backed it all up.
A master of the female body, Sean knew all of the right places to kiss me. Touch me. Lick me. Fuck me.
If I was being completely honest with myself, sex with him was the best sex I’d ever had in my twenty-five years of existence. Not that he needed to know that. If his ego got any bigger, it’d need its own jersey and shoulder pads just so he could play on the field.
It was no wonder, though, that he’d earned the reputation of being Mr. Manwhore.
It was also no wonder his playboy reputation had no effect on the supply of women ready and waiting to experience a night between the sheets with him.
How many women are there waiting in the wings, ready to score a night with him?
Hundreds? Thousands?
When my brain started hitting seven-digit numbers, my chest tightened up with discomfort, and I had to force a calming breath in and out of my lungs to ease the pain.
No matter how much I wished I could deny it, it bothered me.
Which was ridiculous, I knew.
We weren’t dating. We weren’t in a relationship.
Hell, we weren’t anything besides two people who appeared to enjoy fucking each other.
I couldn’t and wouldn’t expect Sean to be committed and monogamous, and he shouldn’t expect those things from me either.
We were purely having fun together. Enjoying each other’s company.
And don’t forget having a lot of O-worthy, amazing sex.
Yeah. That too.
“Well, those are…interesting facts,” I finally said and pushed a small smile to my lips. “Got any other facts you think I should be aware of?”
“Hmm…” He paused and grinned down at me. “Let’s see…the very first time I laid eyes on you, I was fucking mesmerized. It was want at first sight.”
“Yeah.” I snorted. “I do recall you telling a few of the guys how I wouldn’t be able to resist you.”
His lips turned down into a little frown. “I was a dick.”
“Ya think?” I questioned on a giggle. “You might as well have just whipped your penis out and come all over me.”
He smirked. “In my defense, I was just trying to stake my claim. Also in my defense, that actually sounds pretty good right now.”
“Your claim?” I questioned and moved my fingers across his chest to pinch his left nipple. But he was too quick, grabbing my wrist and smiling down at me victoriously.
“I didn’t want anyone else to have you,” he added and kissed the top of my forehead. “But I’m pretty sure you got me back for being a macho asshole. More than once, actually.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I feigned innocence with a slight furrow of my brow.
“Oh, so you don’t remember pretending to forget about me on that first day? Even acting like you didn’t know who I was when I approached you?”
I shook my head and bit my lip to hide my smile.
“What about the social media training?” he asked, and amusement brightened his eyes. “You don’t remember that?”
I pretended to mull it over, but eventually, I responded with, “Nope. I don’t remember any of that.”
He pinched my ass.
“Ow! Shit!” I squealed and squirmed, but he just smirked down at me.
“That’s what liars get,” he said, and his voice was all raspy and sexy. “Do you know what happens when liars keep lying?”
“What?”
“Those pinches turn to spankings, and if the lies keep flowing, little liars get fucked…hard.”
Well, hot damn, who needed the truth? Sure as fuck not me.
“You dirty little girl,” he whispered. “You’re tempted to keep poking the bear with lies until he breaks and fucks your brains out.”
“I am not.”
“Yeah, you are,” he said through a soft, knowing chuckle. “It’s written all over your pretty face.”
“Well, next time, maybe don’t make your threats sound so appealing.” I waggled my eyebrows, and he grinned before pressing a soft kiss to my nose.
“So…what about you?” he asked. “Do you have any interesting facts to tell me?”
“Not really.” I shrugged. “I mean, that first day I came to the stadium to meet the team, I had an impromptu meet-and-greet with most of the team’s dicks first.” I shrugged again. “But other than that, no, nothing too interesting.”
“I’m sorry…what?” His brow furrowed in confusion once he processed my words. “You met the team’s dicks…?”
“It was all very informal, but yeah.” I nodded and bit my lip to hide my laughter. “Ironically, I actually met your cock before I met you.”
“You do realize how fucking crazy this sounds, right?” A shocked laugh bubbled up from his lungs. “How about a little context?”
“Before I tell you, you have to promise not to tell a single soul.”
He nodded. “You have my word.”
“Well…that first day…when I met the team…I kind of accidentally walked into the back entrance of the locker room instead of going to the auditorium.”
“Seriously?”
I nodded. “Seriously.”
“Did anyone see you?”
“No, thank God.”
“Wait…so you mean to tell me you were just peeping in our locker room, staring at everyone’s dick?”
“It was an accident!” I exclaimed, and his smile grew wide and amused. “And I didn’t see everyone’s dick. Just a few. Mostly yours.”
“You were staring at my cock?” he questioned. “You really are a dirty little girl,” he said and punctuated that statement by grinding that glorious hard shaft of his against me. “A sexy little voyeur… Fuck, that turns me on.”
I giggled at his words, but those giggles quickly turned to moans when the head of his cock kept sliding across where I was already wet and aroused. He did it over and over again until I throbbed and ached and my hips urged him to push inside of me.
“I need inside of you again, baby,” he whispered against my mouth. “Let me feel that tight little cunt wrapped around my cock.”
I whimpered. “Yes.”
Quick as a whip, he grabbed a condom from the top of the nightstand and had it wrapped around his shaft.
The instant he pushed himself inside of me, a deep, raw, needy moan escaped my lips.
“Ride me, baby,” he whispered, and I obeyed.
Lifting myself up and keeping my hips straddled over his cock, I braced my hands on his chest and took control.
Up and down, circling my hips, then up and down again, I worked his cock.
“God, Six, you drive me fucking wild,” he said through gritted teeth. “So beautiful. So sexy. So. Fucking. Perfect.” He gripped my hips and guided my movements until we both became too impatient.
With a twist and a turn, Sean flipped me onto my back and proceeded to fuck me.
Like, really fuck me.
He drove in and out of me with the deepest of strokes, and hell if I didn’t love every single second of it.
The speed, the rhythm, the feel of it all was too much. Too good. Too everything.
It didn’t take long.
I came hard. And my pussy milked his cock as he buried himself to the hilt and found his release.
God, he was dangerous.
When it came to Sean Phillips, I felt like I was playing with fire.