Keeper (Alpha Athletes 2)

“Is that right?”

She nodded. “It is. And I can think of more words to describe you.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and locked it against her lower back.

“How about presumptive prick?” she suggested. “Or arrogant womanizer?”

I leaned to kiss the curve from her neck to her shoulder. She let out a long sigh.

“Keep going,” I urged.

My free hand unhooked the clasp on her bra and pushed it off her shoulders under her camisole. Her nipples rubbed the silk fabric. She had incredible tits.

“Bad boy… cocky…” she whispered.

I shoved the lace over her nipples. They hardened under my stare.

“Surely you have more,” I taunted her as my mouth latched onto her right breast and sucked it deep in my mouth.

Her knees buckled, but I held her steady with one arm while I bit and flicked my tongue over her hard peak.

“Oh, God.” Her hands fisted through my hair, pressing me closer to her chest. “Playboy,” she groaned. “Flirt…”

I was done with the games and the taunts. I scooped her in my arms. I hit the switch against the wall, throwing us into total darkness.

“Now, it’s my turn to do the talking.”

Chapter Ten

Aspen

The room was dark, other than the lights from the pool below. Lachlan lowered me to the bed in one steady motion, but my head was spinning.

I didn’t know what was happening. I was on my way out of the room—out of this building—out of the village—when he touched me. His hands were like dangerous weapons, cutting off my rational thought and bringing my body to life.

I lifted my hips as he tugged the skirt over my thighs and tossed it to the floor. He peeled my camisole over my arms. His towel was off and there was nothing between us but my pair of panties.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could make out the beautiful contours of muscles on his body. My fingers traced over the ridges, sliding lower until I felt the hardness of his shaft on the tips of my fingers.

I inhaled sharply. It was massive and strong. I wrapped my hand around it as he groaned.

“Like that,” he coaxed me while I pumped over him with a gentle grip.

My thumb ran over the drop of dew on the head of his cock and rubbed it over the rest of his throbbing shaft. There was something else I wanted. I slid further down the bed until his rod of steel rested on my lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned with pleasure.

I smiled as I pressed the silky skin to my tongue, tasting the salty sweetness in my mouth. His chest rumbled before I opened my lips wider to allow him to push inside. I angled my throat, sucking him in deep. Lachlan thrust forward and I took him deeper than I had any man. I felt like a goddess—like a champion sucking and twirling my tongue while his hips rocked over me.

My body reacted like it never had before. I was turned on by how hard he was. He was so thick and solid. Strong and powerful.

He growled lowly and I knew my entire body was awakened with desire.

“This is fucking hot, love, but I want to finish off another way.”

I whimpered when he pulled out of my mouth. I loved sucking him. He leaned forward to kiss me. His teeth nipped gently and tenderly.

And then I realized what I was doing—what I had done. I just gave Lachlan Kenzie a blow job in the Olympic village. Holy shit. I had played right into his hands.