Blur: A Sports Romance Part 3

What? No, no not all! Thank you for dinner, it was very nice. My mind was a rollercoaster of doubt and desire. Yes, I suggested we leave the restaurant, but did that mean I wanted Adrian to leave? Should I invite him in for an after-dinner drink of some sort, or was that cheesy? Maybe he would want to just let me go at the curb. No, I couldnt believe that"we had fun, we laughed, and we touched. He wouldnt walk away, would he? I clenched my hands together and released my fingers, trying to let the stress of doubt dissipate through my body.

I had a very nice time too, he said in the darkness of the car. But he didnt say he wanted to see me again, I noticed. I needed to accept the fact that Adrian Maxwell was going to be added to the one and done list. Id be polite enough to let him give me the obligatory date kiss, then kindly excuse myself from his vehicle before he could open his own door. It would save us both a lot of uncomfortable embarra.s.sment.

The Lexus sailed up to the curb to the front of my house. This was it, this was the parting moment. How did I want to leave it? Did I want to let him think I wasnt worth a second date, or did I want to show him how much my body yearned to feel his hands on my skin?

Mallory, thank you, I had- I cupped his face with both my hands and landed my mouth square on his with a pent-up aggression that shocked me as well as Adrian. Several sweet seconds later I pulled away, mortified by my actions and breathless. Oh my G.o.d, I am so sorry.

Adrian starred at me with those glorious green eyes. His face was stoic at first, then it melted into a subtle smile warm with life. Looks like you do like me.

Ugh I said, rolling my eyes. Why did he have to get c.o.c.ky? No, I Adrians mouth covered mine. His fingers snaked beneath the length of my hair to the back of my neck, and the soft pads of his fingertips stroked the line at the of back of my neck. I moaned into the hollow of his mouth. I began to draw away, and his teeth caught my lip and pulled me back into a longer kiss. I sighed through our moving lips. Okay, so I definitely wanted him to come in.

My hand reached behind me to unlatch the handle of the car door. His weight pushed me back, and I nearly fell out onto the pavement.

Are you leaving me in this condition? he snickered.

I shook my head and bit my lips where his teeth had just been. Come in, please.

Adrian was out of the car in a flash. He got his hands on either side of my face, and he was walking me backward toward the porch as we continued to make out. I stumbled, but he held me firm, guiding me with his strength. Was I going to do this? Was this actually happening? How was this happening? This was me, Mallory Ba.s.so, real life twenty-one-year-old virgin. Maybe it was Leslies taunting voice in my head or revenge for all those girls that laughed at me in high school, or maybe it was the fact that this G.o.d of a man was strumming every s.e.xual string in my body, and I wanted him to play me hard and make me sing.

I managed to not only keep Adrians hands on my body, but open my front door as well, without missing a single kiss. When the door latched behind us, we stumbled into a whole new world. A world of intense physical pleasure I couldnt resist, and in reality, I had no desire to. For a fleeting moment, I thought I would mention my innocent flaw to him, but as his mouth nipped and lapped at the side of my throat, I abandoned that idea by throwing it down a mental creva.s.se it would never escape. I was going to summon every movie scene, every book chapter, and every story from Leslies escapades I had ever sat through and use it for my own personal library of resources that would tell Adrian I was into him and that I wanted this moment to be one neither one of us would ever forget.

I started to mimic Adrians movements. He let the tip of his tongue travel over my throat. I lapped at his and added a nip to his shoulder. The small bite earned an animalistic growl form his lips that released warm moisture between my legs. He slid his hands down my arms, and I scratched down his chest. Again the growl emanated between us. He was wild. Our communication was reliant on physical touch, moans, and sighs, no words.

He bit my lip. I bit his. He licked my exposed collar bones. I nibbled on his muscular shoulders. His fingers twined through mine, and I folded them together, reveling in the meshing of our hands. I gasped when Adrian lifted my hands up over my head and pressed me against the wall that separated the living room from the kitchen. His height had me stretching up on my tip-toes as he attacked my mouth, letting his tongue dart deep over my teeth and dance with my own. I never imagined kissing could feel like this. I wanted to give him all of me.

Adrian kept my hands captured over my head with a single one of his. His free hand traced the line of my face, fingers dragging down over my throat past the dipping collar of my dress and beneath the fabric of my camisole. I moaned a low, sultry groan when the tingle from his touch radiated downward. Without conscious thought, I felt my hips press forward and rub the aching mound hidden beneath my dress and my panties, against his thigh.

Mmm, thats my sweet kitten.

Yes I wanted to be his kitty. Make me purr Adrian Maxwell.

His hand left my b.r.e.a.s.t.s wanting more of his touch. He had worked my nipples into pert, hard peaks. I pouted and gave an audible whine.

Oh, so needy.

I nodded and sucked my full, pouty lip into my mouth. Please dont stop.

My words were like speaking a spell. Adrian moved me with such swiftness that I was on the couch with him on top of me before I realized what had even happened. The weight of his body on mine sent me into a haze of bliss. He was hard, firm, toned, and heavy, and I felt safe and secure. When his hand slid beneath my dress and the pad of his thumb brushed over the swollen numb of my s.e.x, I thought I might scream out with the sheer pleasure of it. It was as if an electric shock shot through me and woke up every nerve ending, every s.e.xual cell in my body.

Say it again, I begged.

His mouth was by my ear as he continued to tease me under my dress. I moaned again and lifted my hips off the couch, pressing myself into his hand. What do you want, Mallory?

Call me your kitten. I barely recognized my own voice begging him.

Tell me what you want, my kitten. He let the words vibrate off the side of my neck, his fingers having moved into the silk of my panties.

You, Adrian, I want you.

Good girl.

The tingles were like rising waves on the ocean inside me, and I didnt know how much longer itd be before they drowned me. Would it always be like this, or was it just Adrian? I opened my mouth to ask, and at that moment I felt a single finger break though the wetness of the waves, and I shook. A tremor coursed through my muscles that had me quivering and squirming away, but wanting more.

Oh, yeah kitten, so quick. Shh, let it go. His free hand was stroking my hair as he spoke the words over my lips. I could hear my moans echo in the valley of his open mouth. You want more, dont you?

I think I lost my ability to speak, to comprehend. This was a dream, and I was dying.

Say it kitten, tell me you want more. His tone was authoritative, yet sensually gentle.

I did want more. I wanted everything hed give me. Yes, more, I whimpered.

You are so f.u.c.king beautiful. His hands pulled my dress off my trembling body. He kissed the soft flesh of my stomach, and I didnt even care that he had exposed it. My camisole joined my dress on the floor, and his hot mouth was suckling my nipples through the lace of my bra. How was it possible that he was bringing those crazy tingling waves back up to a raging tsunami?

I opened my eyes to see his bare chest, rippled and lined at the edge of every muscle. When had he lost his shirt? My eyes traveled down the smoothness of his skin. It was flawless. I gasped when I realized his pants were missing as well. What magic s.e.x wand did this man have, and when had he cast his spell? I swallowed. Not only was he tall, taut and gorgeous, he was perfect from bare head to naked toe. My stare of approval must have awoken something more in him. He scooped me up and laid me face down over the coffee table. I yelped out, more from sudden surprise at his sheer strength to pick me up and toss me like a rag doll than the new position we had taken.

His fingers rode down my bare spine, and my body involuntarily arched. When my hips lifted from the table I felt Adrians hand catch me at my hip bones. He held my bottom up off the coffee table with one hand and I felt him slide the material of my panties to one side of my bottom. There was a wetness that cooled when the air of the room met my skin. Adrian took his time to tease my exposed s.e.x with the tip of his from behind before he pushed forward and slid with minor difficulty inside me. I let the longest, lowest moan escape my lips.

Thats it, kitten He started to move at a slow pace until I was pressing back to meet his gentle thrusts.

More?

I nodded against the smooth, cold surface of the table beneath my cheek.

Say it, kitten.

I reached back behind me to scratch down his chest with my nails. More.

Adrian grabbed my wrist, using it as leverage as he held my hips up with one hand and began to drive into me at a quick, deep pace. My insides flooded with an intense sensation I couldnt believe was coming from the body I thought I knew. I took shallow breaths between groans and what seemed like sobs. It felt better than anything I had ever imagined"there were no words. I could feel that point of no return mounting up in a tidal wave.

Adrian, oh my f.u.c.k. The words were coming from my mouth, yet they seemed foreign to my ears.

Yes, yes, his voice rumbled in a low growl.

I cried when the sensation washed over me like it had before, but ten times better. I heard Adrian groan between clenched teeth, and then he was lying on top of me, both of us breathless as he kissed my neck and my hair. My body was gelatin"sensual, tingling, s.e.x-flavored gelatin.

Mmm, youre f.u.c.king amazing. I heard him whisper.

I felt him get up, and I whimpered, Dont go.

Never. I felt him lift me from the table and carry me down the hall to my bedroom. He set me down and stroked my face while he did the same, and soon, we were both drifting off into sleep.

Chapter Six.

Adrian I heard her footsteps coming down the hallway, and I could not hide my smile. Leaving her alone in bed had been hard"she looked so sweet, laying there with her hair a ma.s.s of shimmering amber across the pillow, her bare shoulder and smooth leg sticking out from under the sheet. It took all my effort not to attack her body right then and there. She felt perfect as she slept curled up next to me all night. and she drove me into overdrive. I held back last night, I didnt want to intimidate her or scare her off, but G.o.d, I wanted to do sinful things with her.

I flipped the bacon and set a plate on her kitchen table moments before she appeared in the doorway. Her hair was a s.e.xy mess of bed head and after-s.e.x hair, and when she flipped it to the side and ran her fingers through, it I about lost my s.h.i.t. She had on a threadbare t-shirt and some white cotton panties. He face was rosy with natural morning color, makeup washed off. When the sun from the living room bay window behind her outlined her body in the doorway, I couldnt resist. I wrapped her in my arms and tasted her morning mouth. Her body went limp in my arms.

Good morning, beautiful.

She dropped her eyes and her chin, covering her mouth with her fingers. Her cheeks warmed with embarra.s.sment.

I lifted her chin and looked into the bright, blue seas of her eyes. It was taking more strength than I had not to f.u.c.k her right there on the kitchen floor. Hey, you beautiful, amazing, and so f.u.c.king s.e.xy girl.

She smiled and pulled away with a shy smile. You dont have to say that. Mallory moved to the round kitchen table and sat down. She looked at the plates of western omelets, bacon and home fries. Did you make all this?

I cant lie, I did, and Im sorry, I used the last of your vanilla, I frowned, and your half and half.

She took a bite and swallowed. Now that is inexcusable.

My heart dropped for a split second until I saw her smile around a slice of bacon. Turnaround was fair play. Well Ill just get my shirt and go, I sighed, pretending to walk away.

What, no wait, she called after me.

I turned around and smiled broadly at her. Kidding. I ducked before the piece of bacon flying across the room could hit me. It bounced off the wall and fell to the floor. Gee, if you dont like my cooking, just say so.

Mallory used her foot to push out the chair across from her. Come join me. This is delicious. How did you learn to cook like this?

My father owned and cooked for a local diner. He showed us how to make all kinds of meals, omelets, frittata, eggs benedictshe was a genius when it came to food. His diner was a legend. Named it Stellas, after my mom.

Was? she asked as she took another bite of the cheesy western egg mixture. Has he pa.s.sed?

I tried to keep it vague, light. Talking about family was not how I wanted my date with Mallory to end. Thered be time for all that later. I shrugged, Oh no, hes alive and kicking. He chose his family over his fortune. I winked and lifted another section of omelet onto her plate. When do you have to go into work?

Mmm, her eyes darted to the clock above the stove. Forty-five minutes before I catch the train.

Ill drive you.

Oh no, you dont have to. She got up and put her plate in the sink.

I walked up behind her and nuzzled the back of her neck. Her scent was as intoxicating now as it had been last night. I want to. Will it give you extra time?

She was biting her lip. I wanted my mouth where her teeth were now. Mallory finally nodded, and I took up my cue, my senses kicking into high gear and thanking me for allowing the moment to begin. Being with her again was going to start my day out perfectly.

My hands relished in the feel of her smooth skin beneath her shirt. I pressed her against the kitchen sink, pinning her body in front of me, the long lengths of her hair against my bare chest. I felt her shoulders drop and relax, and I took the opportunity to bite down on the back of her shoulder blade. Her moan of desire echoed off the backsplash of the sink. My hands worked their way up to her full, free b.r.e.a.s.t.s, cupping them and playing with the flesh in my hands until her nipples were hard like diamonds, and then I closed my forefinger and thumb over them, rolling them between my fingers. Mallory arched her back, and her cotton-clad bottom pressed back into my groin. I wanted to bury myself deep inside her.

A single hand traveled up through the stretched v-neck of her shirt, and I gently placed my hand around the silky cords of her throat. I had to remind myself to be gentle. My arms were strong, and in the heat of the moment, I sometimes forgot how strong. I felt a whimper vibrate over the palm of my hand from her vocal chords as I lifted upward, drawing her up on her toes. My mouth found her ear. I need to f.u.c.k you, kitten. Do you need me to f.u.c.k you?

I could feel her try to nod in my grasp. I wanted to hear her sultry, s.e.xy voice say it.

Adrian, f.u.c.k me. she whispered. She remembered, and I was amazed by her once again.

My body went into motion and my free hand yanked down on her white, innocent panties, dropping them to the kitchen tile. I spun her around in one fluid motion and lifted her to the edge of the sink, parting her thighs with the width of my hips. With my pants around my ankles, I slipped into her warm walls. She was so ready, and it took all my mental ability not to lose myself in her immediately.

Mallory wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck as I drove into her until she was quivering, and I could feel the rush of her pleasure coating the taut skin of my c.o.c.k inside her. I didnt hold back, and I attacked her mouth, pulling her head back by her hair and moaning into the hollow of her mouth at my release. She was G.o.dd.a.m.n amazing. I couldnt believe she had no clue to how special she was. It was as if no one had ever told her before.

I stood there, keeping her from falling, all the while trying to keep my legs from shaking and my own feet stable beneath me. Each breath I gulped in filled my nostrils with her scent. How was I going to be able to leave her alone today, or any day, for that matter? I wished I could keep her naked in my bed, hidden away from any other man that might even look in her direction.

Are you okay? Her whispering voice brought me back from my thoughts.

I am perfect, kitten.

She moaned.

You like that, dont you?

What?

I pulled my face away from her, but held our bodies close. When I call you kitten. I can tell, because your body responds in f.u.c.king amazing, crazy ways, kitten.

The familiar blush filled her cheeks, and I caught her lip in mine before she could bite it herself. I had my answer.

Thirty-five minutes later, Mallory appeared in the living room after taking a shower and getting dressed. She was dressed in white deck shoes, faded jeans, and a pink Pushing Daisies scoop neck t-shirt with her hair pulled up into a ponytail. I internally felt my mouth watering when I saw how the neck line plunged deep enough to show the ample swell of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the deep crease between them. How could I let her go to work like that? She looked completely edible.

Are you going to work? I mean, practice? Is that what you do during the day? Mallory asked when I parked in front of the flower shop.

Practice, and yeah, for a few hours, but Ill call you later.

Her face lit up, and I leaned over to kiss her before getting out and opening to door for her. Her lips tasted like mint and Mallory, my new favorite flavor combo. I watched her walk to the front door of the shop and disappear inside before I turned over the ignition and drove away to the practice field.

Looks like someone had a good night, commented Emmet from his seat on the locker room bench later on where he was lacing up his cleats.

Best f.u.c.king night, bro.

Oh yeah, good piece of a.s.s?

You have no idea. I smirked and got up to put on my jersey.

She got a sister? Emmet looked hopeful.

I shrugged, Dont know, yet. She has a cute work friend, though. Not your usual blonde type, but I dont think youd object.

Introduce me?

Sure, why the h.e.l.l not? I shrugged.

Coach walked in and barked, Get your lady a.s.ses out on the field now!

The sound of our cleats on the cement floor ramp of the tunnel echoed around us like a marching band. Coach stood with his clipboard in hand, ready to give us the usual go get em speech. He called out the play and sent us out on the field. I was pumped. My body felt like a fine-tuned and well-oiled machine. I knew what I wanted, and I knew what I had. The ball found my target every time with speed and accuracy, and when it stayed in my hands, my feet were unstoppable.

I could hear Coach shouting from the sidelines. His hands clapped, and he whooped and hollered each time I succeeded in making a play. Both he and I knew our team was going to be a force to behold and reckon with in the upcoming game. Beyond my personal talent, my skill, and my training, I had Mallory to thank for this.

Emmet slapped his hand on my back. Dude, whatever she did to you last night, let her keep doing it! Youre on fire!