Chapter Three
Crosby looked as surprised by her reply as Tamsin was by his suggestion. For a few seconds, neither of them said anything. Then she took his hand, her heart beating so loudly she could hear it.
He helped her up so that she was standing, still a foot below him and looking up at his face. There was a fire in his eyes that she had not seen before. She tried to picture the guy she had swooned over on TV, but somehow this was not the same person. His face was different somehow and she didn’t recognize him anymore.
“Good. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, Tamsin,” he said, and took a few steps away from her. She didn’t know what he meant by that, so she remained standing, staring at him.
He raised his eyebrows and his gaze dropped to her breasts, and she understood what he meant.
Slowly, she reached for the zipper of her dress and pulled it down. Tamsin was in a daze. She had clearly not thought this through. But she had seen him naked, she knew what he looked like without his clothes on, and she wanted to see it again.
Her dress fell down her body, settling at her waist, and her torso was revealed. She had chosen a delicate white lace bra for the evening and she watched him look at it. His eyes were focused on the rise and fall of her breasts. She could feel her nipples erect under the lace of the bra, and she knew he could see it too. It sent a chill down her spine. He was looking at her with a frosty look in his eyes, like he was proud of himself for the achievement. Crosby Jones did get what he wanted.
“You’re beautiful. I want to see more of you,” he said, in a low, guttural voice. She was shy and nervous. But she did what she was told. He was standing next to the armchair now, staring at her, his hands back in his pockets. Tamsin had never felt so naked before.
Slowly she pulled down her dress so that her lace panties were revealed as well. Her dress slid down to her ankles and she stepped out of it. She wanted to tell him to undress, she wanted to see him naked, but she didn’t have the courage.
She heard him take a sharp intake of breath as he watched her. His eyes roved over her naked body, and she could see the smile spreading on his face. He was enjoying the power he had over her.
“Come here,” he said in a low voice, and Tamsin walked towards him. She was shy of her nakedness, and she cupped her breasts, embarrassed, as she walked to him.
Without warning, he reached for her breasts with his long arms. Gently he pushed her hands away so he could look at her properly again.
“Don’t hide them, Tamsin. You have a beautiful body,” he said, more to himself than to her. She could feel the goosebumps on her arms as she stood quietly while he admired her. He wasn’t looking at her like she was a piece of meat, he was looking at her like she was a work of art. He was studying her carefully, the way her skin shone in the light, the curve of her neck, the deep crevice of her cleavage.
Then he touched her. He placed his hand right on her heart and Tamsin immediately felt faint. His hand was warm and surprisingly soft, and he left it there for a few seconds, feeling her heartbeat.
“Take them off,” he said finally, and Tamsin, still in a daze, did as she was told. She slipped her undergarments off, one at a time. Crosby remained standing before her. His eyes were focused on her dark, erect nipples again.
“May I?” he asked, too politely for the situation they were in. Tamsin nodded, her cheeks still warm with embarrassment.
Crosby leaned forward, positioning his large hands on her waist, which he held tightly. He licked her breasts with his long, wet tongue, and then sucked on her left nipple. Tamsin gasped. She was small, miniature in his hands. He was holding her tightly by the waist as he sucked on her breasts, one at a time, while his hand pinched and pulled her other nipple.
She could feel the wetness growing between her legs. She stood with her thighs pressed together as his body came closer to hers. He continued sucking on her breasts as his hand moved down her belly. He was looking for the soft, wet core of her.
He found it and quickly slipped in his forefinger. She gasped again and threw back her head with pleasure. He was gentle but quick. His finger was long and thick and in her head she couldn’t stop imagining his dick. She had seen it, it was throbbing and she imagined it inside her instead of his finger.
He was sucking on her nipples, the itch between her legs growing, while he continued stroking it with his finger, until Tamsin felt like she was going to explode. She couldn’t help thinking that he was using her, that she had given in to her own carnal desire, instead of sticking to professional duty. But it felt so good.
Crosby stopped suddenly and she gasped again. She didn’t want him to stop, she wanted him to do it until she orgasmed. But he had other plans.
His eyes were on her face, intense and full of desire, as he quickly undressed. His pants came off, then his shirt and she saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
His dick looked bigger this time. He was ready for her and throbbing. He lunged forward at her and, before she knew what to do, he had lifted her up. It seemed that she was light as a feather to him. It was a rush to be lifted off the ground like that, and he held her up and walked. She felt the cold smoothness of the wall on her back as he pushed her against it.
He maneuvered her legs so that she had no other choice but to wrap them around his waist. And then he was inside her, just like that, with one quick thrust. He didn’t prepare her for it or warn her. He just slid into her and Tamsin felt a sharp, quick pinch. He was too big for her. She squealed and he placed a hand on her mouth.
“Shhh,” he whispered in her ear, and then he pushed himself into her again. Tamsin’s eyes rolled in her head. He was pumping into her, her back hitting the wall with every thrust. She could feel his muscles move against her. She was going to orgasm very quickly. She could feel it. With every thrust, she was getting closer.
His rhythm was quick, his dick pushing into her, right into her core where she could feel the knot in her belly unwinding. He was stroking her where she needed to be stroked. Their bodies squeaked against each other and Tamsin squealed again.
Crosby had a smile on his face. She could see the veins on his neck plump up. He was grunting with every push, while his eyes remained on hers. He wanted to watch her come. It was almost like he was trying to set a record. How quickly could he make her come?
Tamsin dug her nails into the flesh of his shoulders. Her legs were wound tightly around him as he continued to pump. He overpowered her, she felt tiny. His thrusts came in quick succession and he was much stronger than her.
Tamsin shrieked loudly as she came. He held on to her tightly as she felt her body vibrating. He didn’t stop thrusting into her so that she felt his dick deep inside her as she reached the edge. She couldn’t think straight anymore, her body had taken over her mind.
She felt his arms shudder too. He was releasing himself. She could feel him ooze inside her, pushing himself further and further in.
Tamsin was screaming now, and he made no move to quieten her. She couldn’t help it.
Her body slowly started to relax. Her thighs unclenched and she suddenly felt like she had no energy anymore. If he let her go, she’d fall straight to the floor.
Tamsin heard him chuckle and looked at him.
“You looked like a screamer,” he said with a smirk, and she knotted her brows. That familiar feeling of dread was creeping in on her. What had she done?
“We didn’t use a condom,” she said suddenly, looking at him.
“Fuck, yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I never forget... I wanted you so bad. I guess I just forgot,” he said, apologetically. “But don’t worry, I’m clean.”
Crosby slowly released her so that Tamsin’s feet touched the floor. She wriggled herself free from him and hurried away.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. She whipped around, suddenly aware that she was naked. She could still feel him inside her and her rage was brimming at the surface. She wasn’t intimidated by him anymore, she was angry at him.
“You manipulated me. You used me.” She threw the words at him. Crosby leaned against the wall, the smirk still on his face.
“You wanted it just as much as me. It was all over your face,” he said, crossing his arms over his naked chest.
“You never had any intention of giving me an interview,” she said, her chest rising and falling. She was glaring at him, her nostrils flaring.
“No, I did not. I don’t do interviews,” he said, the smile still on his face. He was looking at her with the same curious intensity, even though he had just fucked her. It was like he had already forgotten what she felt like and wanted another taste.
“So all of that was an act? Do you even read?” Tamsin asked, turning around to look for her clothes on the floor. He remained quiet and Tamsin threw him a caustic look.
“Forget it. I don’t want to know,” she said, picking up her undergarments. He was watching her getting dressed.
“Tamsin. There’s no need for this rage. We both got what we wanted,” he said in a quiet, calm voice.
“I wanted an interview,” she said, hissing at him as she slipped into her dress. She had never felt more used in her life.
“You should have known better. You should have seen it in my eyes, that all I wanted was to see you naked,” Crosby said. He still remained unfazed by her anger.
“You disgust me. I can’t believe I fell for it. Congratulations, Mr. Jones. You can add me to your list of conquests,” Tamsin said, aware of the hot tears pricking the back of her eyelids.
She didn’t wait for a reply, or to catch her reflection in the mirror on the wall. She wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. She had done it again. Tamsin Clarkson had made one more stupid decision in her life. And this time, it had cost her the respect she had previously felt for her basketball hero.
“Hey. Tamsin. Wait up,” she heard him call out to her, but she had already charged out of the room. She didn’t want to spend any more time looking at his smiling face.
She had been fooled. All the men she had met recently were either creepy or bastards. Tamsin was furious as she ran out of his house, banged open the front door and hurried towards her car.
He hadn’t followed her out. She got into the car and sighed loudly, throwing one last look at his mansion before she drove off. He was probably glad that she was gone. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would have wanted to cuddle after.