Escorting the Player (The Escort Collection 3)

"You're ready for me. Again." His face was smug, but as soon as I rubbed his shaft against my slit, he moaned, becoming vulnerable. I loved that about him. Big, bad quarterback Chase Layne, who could probably crush me with one hand, totally gave himself over to me when we had sex. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his erection and pumped his length. "Babe, that feels so good," he said, an unselfconscious, delighted smile on his face.

He was already thick for me. I swirled the pre-come at the tip of his luscious cock around, making sure he was lubricated. And then, not waiting, I sat up and slowly eased him inside of me. I sat down on him, taking him in inch by thick inch, until our bodies were flush.

"Oh fuck," Chase groaned, lying beneath me. "Don't even move. I'm gonna come if you do."

I started to rock against him slowly. "Go ahead—fill me up, baby. I fucking love it," I said, because I did. I'd never been with anyone as big as Chase before. He was huge. As soon as he was snugly inside me, my body started to vibrate. I put my palms on his massive chest and started to ride him.

This time was no exception.

He put his hands on my ass and I ground myself against him. "Babe," he said.

"Huh?" I asked, picking up speed. I cried out as he thrust into me deep.

"I'm gonna come. I'm sorry it's so soon," he said. His thumb found my clit and he rubbed it in circles.

"Oh fuck—don't you ever apologize," I said, and threw my head back. Waves of pleasure circled me as I continued to fuck him. I was sore and it was raw but somehow, that made it even better. My body started to move on its own accord as he went stiff and cried out a litany of curses. I moved up and down on his rigid cock, screaming as he pinched my clit, my body grinding against his shaft. I saw stars as pleasure ripped through me and everything else fell away, all my fears, my insecurities, my doubts.

"Chase!" I screamed, because I knew he liked it and I liked it, too. His name on my lips, when I was filled with him, when I couldn't even think straight.

"Oh fuck," he grunted, his body stiff and rigid beneath mine as he emptied himself into me. He gripped my hips. "You're make me fucki

ng crazy, babe."

Good, I thought. I leaned down and collapsed against his chest and he cradled me in his arms. He wanted me. I was the one who was making him crazy. He couldn't keep his hands off me.

He pulled me beside him and kissed me, his tongue seeking mine in solace. He patted my hair. "Stay with me," he said, sounding sleepy.

"For as long as you want," I promised, as I watched him fall asleep.

* * *

We woke up an hour later in a panic. "Is this a black-tie fundraiser?" I asked Chase as I hustled back to the shower.

He nodded. "Do you have a dress you can wear?"

"Yeah—I just wasn't sure how fancy this was." I was nervous about going to a high-end event with a bunch of Chase's teammates, but I had to put on a brave face.

I watched him as he scrubbed his hands over his face. "I think that Jessica and Pax are going to be there tonight. We should be prepared."

My stomach sank a little. I really just wanted to crawl back in bed with him and watch Game of Thrones. "You don't think he's going to try to pick another fight with you, do you?"

He shrugged. "I won't go for it if he does."

I nodded slowly. "I think our best defense might be a good offense."

Chase raised his eyebrows at me. "You're using football talk?"

I grinned at him. "I know how to get through to you."

He closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms, making me woozy with his proximity. "You do," he admitted.

I smiled but I removed myself from his grasp. Being that close to him made a crazy heat rush through me, and I couldn't get all sweaty again. It was game time.

"I know, I know. We have to get dressed." He looked disappointed. "You were saying. A good offense?"

"That's right," I said. "We have to look great. We have to be polite. And maybe we say hello to them first. What you think about that?"

Chase grunted. "I don't want to, but someone has to be civilized. I guess it needs to happen sooner or later."