His hands ran up my stomach as my knees still shook with tremors. His thumbs pushed along the flat of my stomach digging in the space under my ribs, and his large hands spanned my waist. Lifting me from the tiled floor and dragging me towards his body, I could feel every inch of him. "I want you," his words were a low rumble disguised under the splash of falling water. "I want to own every single piece of you."
My legs which were unstable already, forgot they were supposed to hold me up and he caught me in his grasp as I stumbled. His mouth was on mine, the jets of the shower washing the taste of me off his lips as he teased me with his tongue.
I couldn't believe what I'd just done. My body shook with savage tremors as the after effects of my orgasm ran through my bones.
Running my hands through his hair, my fingers pulled at the damp strands before falling to his face, trailing over its curves, that even with my eyes closed I realised I knew just as well as I knew my own. I slid them down his chest, marvelling at the swell of his pecs. I ran my thumbs over his nipples, smiling into his lips as they hardened under my touch. They weren't the only thing that was hard. Against my stomach was a rock hard length of pulsating muscle. I wanted to feel it so bad, feel how firm and smooth it would be in my grasp, but as my hands ran down his stomach nearing their target, he caught hold of my wrists and lifted them clean above my head. Dipping his mouth, he pressed lips to my neck and shifted his grasp of my wrists into one of his large hands so that he could pull my wet T-shirt over my head. When it was removed and discarded onto the shower floor, he pinged my bra, and my breasts sprung free. Catching a nipple in his mouth, he sucked long and hard, and I arched away from the wall, pushing my naked body towards his.
When he lifted his head, a smile splayed across his mouth. His eyes, so intense, were melting and warm. "Do you trust me?" One of his hands still held mine above my head, but with his other he cupped my cheek and tilted my face to meet his.
For a moment I was lost for words, and he crushed his mouth into mine again. Hungry and demanding it was unrelenting, and I fought for breath as our teeth clashed. "Do you trust me," he demanded again.
I shivered despite the warmth of the water cascading over our skin. I knew that this moment would change everything. "Yes." I kissed him, fighting back at his hold, desperate to meet him as an equal. In one clean sweep, he lifted me from the floor. I clamped my legs around his waist as he strode us to the guest bedroom, droplets of water shimmering on the surfaces in our wake.
His fingers dug into the flesh of my back as he leant forward, holding me tightly while he whipped the duvet off the bed before lowering me onto the mattress. He stood before me, all his smooth, intricate muscles glistening with water; his cock standing fully to attention between his legs.
Holy mother of God.
A burning heat pooled between my legs. His eyes dropped, grazing a searing glance along my naked body. His face was ravenous, and a nervous tremor rumbled through my chest. Catching hold of my ankles he yanked hard, pulling me down the bed, nearer to his wide thighs. Smoothing the palms of his hands along the length of my legs he shifted himself until he had spread them wide, exposing me and had positioned himself in between. I'd never felt so bare in my life. My nipples hardened into solid aching balls under his stare, never mind his touch. Swooping down, he lifted one puckered bud into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue around the raised edges of the flesh. I groaned and arched into his mouth. His hands caught my buttocks, shifting my hips higher. "I can't even wait for you," he murmured spreading my thighs apart, his fingers delving into the depths between my legs. I bucked under his touch.
"You don't have to wait."
“Are you covered?” His lips skimmed my jaw as he asked the sensible question.
“Yes.” My heart nearly plummeted out of my chest with my confirmation.
My words were the permission he'd been waiting for, and he lifted my hips higher still, angling my pelvis until the tip of his smooth shaft teased around the entrance to my core. My eyes rolled in my head as the most intense wave of need tore a flash of heat into my clit.
He edged inside me so slowly I wanted to cry. Inch by steady inch until he filled me completely, stretching the walls of my very being with his size. I groaned and pushed myself closer to him, shuddering as a combination of pleasure and pain threatened to rip me in two. He shifted us together, rocking us as one with a steady motion of his hips. "Are you okay?" His lips skimmed my throat, and his speckled eyes flashed onto my face, a crease of concern pinching between his eyes.
There weren't any words I could utilise, and I nodded, clutching my hands to his arse so he'd begin to move inside me. I was desperate for it. Using a gentle pressure he pushed deeper until he could go no further, and I wanted to scream in pained ecstasy. Then he slowly inched out, and I wanted to cry all over again. In and out, in and out, slow, deliberate movements that had me whimpering into his shoulder.
A roll of pleasure built deep within me, and I tried my hardest to push it back down. I didn't want it to be over yet, but the more I thought about it, the bigger it became.
"You feel so damn good." He rocked me further, stroking deep inside me and I began to spin higher and higher. His hand smoothed over my face dragging my hair off my skin. "Rivers, you aren't about to come, are you?" I nodded, the intensity of the orgasm tipping me higher and higher. In a sudden movement, he pulled out of me, and I cried out loud as the building crescendo crashed within me. "I'm not finished with you yet." Flipping me over onto my tummy, he ran his hands down my back, his thumbs skimming between the cleft of my arse.
Holy shit no.
I tried to squirm away, to break my way out of his hold, but he palmed one hand against my back and the other lowered to dive along the secret crease. A sob built in my chest as he bent down and nuzzled his mouth there, his hands releasing my back and yanking my hips up off the mattress and tilting my arse to his mouth like a cup. His tongue probed me from behind, licking a long pathway from my clit, through my lips until it danced over that other place, the place no man had been before. I pulled the sheet of the mattress, at once wanting him to do it, daring him too, but in the other wanting him to stop. "Relax," his voice was lower than I'd ever heard it before, a purr that rumbled off his chest. "Let me own you, Rivers." And that was my undoing. I bucked my hips back into his face, begging him to drink long and hard. When I was pushed to the outer stratosphere of pleasure again, he sat up and guided me back onto his hard cock. In the top position, sat firmly on his lap, my back against his chest, his arms came around me tight. From here I controlled the movements, shifting my hips faster and faster as I rode him hard, the groans escaping his mouth as his teeth caught at the skin on the back of my neck telling me I was doing something right.
Then he was tensing, his body a tight coil as he pushed me from him, flipped me one last time and drove it right home, so hard I almost shrieked. With powerful thrusts he pulled us together, his movements becoming stronger and stronger. There'd be no backing down from this. My entire body spasmed as I threw my hands above my head and wrapped my legs tight around his middle. "Fuck." The word shot from his mouth and it was my final undoing, wave upon wave flooded over me and I clenched myself hard around him as he gave one last powerful thrust and shuddered, shooting himself straight into my centre.
I kept my eyes shut as his breathing slowed and my heart rate steadied to a rhythm that didn't feel like a heart attack. "Look at me," he said, his voice barely audible over the pulse in my ears.
His lips brushed against my mouth, and I fluttered my eyes open.
He kissed me. Just a simple kiss, tender and soft. The first real kiss he'd ever bestowed on me.
"There are so many reasons why that shouldn't have worked," his voice was low. "But my god, I'm glad it did."
He pulled out of me, and a flood of warmth trickled between my legs. I sighed, my breath shuddering in my chest. "That definitely worked."
He grinned and slid to the side, his arms pulling me in tight to his chest.
"Thank you for coming to get me," he whispered in my ear.
"Thank you for making me come."
For the first time I heard the Lion giggle, and it made my heart do this funny squeeze that I wished I could ignore, but I couldn't. It was there, just like he was there lying next to me.
I didn't mean to fall asleep, but an epic wave of tiredness pulled me down. As exhaustion took me in its hold all I could smell was him and I, mingled together in one seductive fragrance, and it made me smile.
When I woke, his freckled and tanned arms were still bound tightly around me, but I knew he wasn't asleep. His fingers were trailing lightly through my hair. "I know, I know, I'm that good I exhausted you into a coma."
I batted him with my hand. It was at once strangely odd but comfortably familiar to be naked in his arms.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked skimming my lips lightly along his forearm, his blonde hair tickling my mouth and nose.
There was a beat of silence, followed by, "Too many things."
I extracted myself from his embrace and sat up, pulling the duvet around me, covering my nakedness with the starched white linen. "Why've you ignored me all week, Willis?" I hated the fact I knew the hurt was flashing across my face. "I mean, one minute we were friends, and you are announcing it to the world, well, Waller. Then the next you are ignoring me. And then, and then . . ." I motioned at the bed. My cheeks flamed as I recalled what had happened on these sheets.
His arctic blue eyes settled on my face. "I can't afford any more drama in my career, Rivers."
I stiffened with his words, but his fingers reached and squeezed mine and then pulled me back into his side, wrapping me in the warmth of his arms. "Cricket is all I have. It's all I've ever had."
I pondered this for a long moment. "What happened to your other wives? I mean, you're only thirty-six. I don't know how two failed marriages are possible by that age, I haven't even managed one."
He flinched, and his hold on me tightened before a long exhale brushed a rush of breath against my skin. I breathed it in. He smelled of sex. Sex with me.
“I married my childhood sweetheart first. I knew I probably shouldn't have, but it seemed the right thing to do. But we were too young, younger than you even."
"Hey, I'm not that young." I slapped him with my fingers again.
"You're eleven years younger than me." He gave a rueful shake of his head. "Another reason why this should have felt more wrong than it did."
"Hey, I'm a grown woman."
His lips curved into a slow smile and the fingertips of his right hand brushed along my skin, grazing over my breasts making my nipples stand to attention. "Oh, I know that. But I am too old for you. You know that, right?"
"Is this your way of letting me down lightly?”
For a moment, his face was serious and the lines around his eyes creased with more depth. "Lyssi, you know we can't be together? There's too much at stake right now."
I forced myself to nod, although his words did something nasty and ugly to my insides, twisting and turning them until they hurt. "Sure, I can't afford to lose my job, you know that."
He pecked a kiss onto the tip of my nose. "Yes, yes I do."
This conversation wasn't leading anywhere good. "So wife number two?"
He chuckled, and I tried to ignore the way his body moved against mine. "By then I was famous, and I think she was more interested in marrying the public face as opposed to the man that practised every day until the daylight hours were long gone."
I sighed. It was a sound I’d never heard myself create before, a deep and rested echo.
He sat up a little, lifting my head with him. "And anyway, did you see the dress?"
"No." But I have heard a rumour though, and a smile crept along my face.
He sat higher, and I slid off his chest and smacked onto the pillow. "Here let me show you." In one movement he was off the bed and striding for the bathroom where his clothes were discarded on the floor. Returning with his phone and jumping straight back onto the mattress and pulling me into his arms he flicked onto Google. It was a simple search: Jase Willis Wedding Dress. That's all it took for an array of pictures to flash up of the supermodel skinny blonde dressed in see-through white gauze with only her essentials covered with splashes of satin.
"Classy."
"That's what I thought." He chuckled but I watched his eyes, and there was a tightness around the skin there. Those fine wrinkles were tensing for just a moment. “I wanted to run, but everyone was watching.”
I sighed again. There was a lot of sighing taking place.
"And the papers, all those things they say about you?" After what he'd just done to me, the thought of him paying for sex seemed even more ridiculous. Someone with that skill would never have to pay. I could be objective enough to see it for what it was. Mind blowing sex and that was all.
"It's amazing what people would do to make money." His lips settled into a firm line and I wondered again about this man who everyone thought they knew, yet who didn't seem to have any friends to call his own. I snuggled into his arms. If this was a one-off thing, then losing myself to the man that intrigued me and infuriated me in equal measure seemed the only thing to do.
"And you've never met anyone who could bridge the gap between cricket and life?"
He sniggered. "There was a girl once, but it's fair to say I didn't make a good first impression."
Laughing, my body shifted along with his and it felt delicious. Warm skin brushing warm skin, my breasts pushed into his side. "You, not make a good first impression, surely not?"
He bit my neck and made me squeal. "Play nice, you know I've got a dominating side now, and you never know what trouble that quick mouth of yours could get yourself into." A shudder ran over my skin and the fire stoked in the pit of my belly. I clamped my lips shut, mirth rocking my body. "Good girl," he murmured lowering his lips to mine and sweeping a kiss along what felt like the surface of my soul.
"So that girl?" I prompted again.
He sighed and rolled back, looking at the ceiling, linking his arms under his head. "She was too young for me." He kissed the top of my head. "And if I was honest, too good."
I lifted my head to read his face. "Too good? That's a shame."
Although, I didn't feel that sorry for him.
I was dozing off again, my body aching in the most delicious way, his fingers trailing along the sensitive skin over my ribs when he murmured. “I told her girls shouldn’t play cricket.” There was a pause and I waited for his next words with baited breath. “I was wrong.”