Game For Love (Bad Boys of Football 3)

Her belly tightened, her br**sts arched into his mouth, her clit swelled.

And then she exploded, every muscle in her body seeming to tighten, then release, as she flew higher and higher into the blinding sparks that Cole was shooting off all around her.

The power of her orgasm shocked her into opening her eyes and that was when she realized he was propping himself up, one strong arm on either side of her face. He was staring down at her with such wonder, such amazement, that her heart almost stopped beating.

"Cole."

She whispered his name, reached up to cup his beautiful face in her hands. Just as their lips touched, he stilled, tightened, grew even bigger within her slick walls. She wanted to feel him explode, wanted to know that she'd made him feel as good as he'd made her feel the night before.

"Come for me, Cole."

The same words from his lips had sent her over the edge only hours before. And now she was the one taking him there.

* * *

Cole hadn't thought anything could top the previous night, certainly not first-thing-in-the-morning sex. But feeling Anna's hands on his skin, her arms and legs wrapped around him, knowing her desire--rather than his knowledge of all the things he planned to teach her--was leading their dance ... hell, it was like nothing he'd ever known. Cradling her in his arms, he rolled over to his back. Looking down at her, he saw that her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her lips.

"That was incredible."

He stroked her back and she moved closer, her head in the crook of his shoulder, breathing soft and even. He was amazed by everything about her. Her sweetness, how she managed to retain her innocence even after he'd been f**king her hard and deep, but especially the way she'd given him her trust.

All he'd been looking for was a good girl. Somehow, he'd gotten so much more.

Sunlight streamed in the windows. He didn't want to wait much longer before taking Anna to meet his grandmother. She was going to love his new wife. Who wouldn't?

The thought stopped him cold, his hand mid-stroke on Anna's back.

He couldn't spend all day--or even all morning--in bed with Anna. He needed to get them up and out the door ASAP. His grandmother had looked tired and pale the previous morning. How quickly could cancer spread? How much time did he have left?

Cole abruptly threw off the covers and got out of bed. Anna stared at him, the furrow between her eyebrows speaking to her confusion.

"We need to get going soon." He pulled her out of the bed, more roughly than he intended. "Let's go shower."

Anna tugged her hand from his. "Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? Especially after we just ..." Her flushed cheeks filled in the rest of the sentence.

Fear and worry for his grandmother suddenly taking precedence over everything, he said,

"I want to introduce you to my grandmother. She's better in the morning."

Anna's face--which was even prettier in the light of day--immediately softened. Coming toward him, she put her hands back in his.

"I'd love to meet her, Cole."

Using the moment to his advantage, he drew her across the room into the large, tiled bathroom. He couldn't wait to spend some time with Anna in the huge Jacuzzi tub, was practically salivating at the thought of turning the jets onto her, watching her come apart beneath the pulsating streams of water he'd aim directly at her clit. But that ridiculously potent fantasy would have to wait.

He turned the shower on and when the water was warm enough, brought Anna under the spray. She reached for the shampoo and even though they needed to hurry, he plucked it from her fingers.

"I'll wash you," he said, each word gruffer than the one before.

His dick grew bigger with every stroke of his fingertips against her scalp, as he tilted her head back slightly and watched the soapy water stream down her spine and over her luscious ass.

"My God, you're beautiful," he said as he picked up a bar of soap and ran it over every inch of her soft skin.

She shivered against him, moaning softly as he soaped and rinsed her br**sts, her arms, her belly, her legs, and then--finally--her sweet pu**y.

Cole barely held onto his control as he grazed her clit with his fingertips, then pushed the soap all the way along her labia, from clit to anus.

Her legs all but buckled beneath her as he stroked her clean and he had to catch her in his arms to keep her from falling.

"How can I still want you?" she whispered into his chest. "How can I still need you after everything we've just done?"

There was no hope for it. Hating himself for taking any longer than he had to before bringing her to his grandmother, Cole simply couldn't resist what Anna was offering.

Still holding her in his arms, he moved her so that her back was flat against the tiles. She gasped as she felt his erection pressed hard and thick against her belly.

"Hold onto my neck," he instructed her.

Her hands trembled as she complied, but he knew it wasn't nerves this time that had her shaky. It was pure, unfettered lust.

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to f**k you right here, right now, up against the wall in the shower."

Her tongue came out to lick at her lips, her teeth biting down on her full lower lip in uncertainty. Somewhere in the back of Cole's brain he knew he was pushing her too far, too fast, but he couldn't stop himself.

Not when he wanted Anna this badly.

Not when he'd been almost incoherent with lust since the moment he'd set eyes on her.

Not when even the previous two times he'd taken her hadn't done a damn thing to slake that desire.

"Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight, sweetheart."

Without waiting for her agreement--because he wasn't asking, he was demanding--in one swift move, he put his hands on her ass, and as she opened her legs to him, he lifted her up and slid her down onto his throbbing shaft.

Her head fell back, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips. Thanking God that she was such a quick learner, the next thing he knew, she was riding him like she'd been having stand-up sex in a bathroom all her adult life, her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone, her br**sts against the hair on his chest.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes!"

Cole had to grit his teeth to ride out her orgasm and keep from shooting into her as her pu**y clenched and pulled at his cock.

His balls pulled in tight to his body, his abs tight, Cole knew he couldn't hold back his release another second. Pulling out of her wet, clasping heat on a roar, he thrust himself into her belly, streams of ejaculate coating her once-clean skin.

When it was all over, when he realized she was trying to get back down on the floor but he hadn't loosened his grip, Cole gently lowered her and washed her clean. She leaned against the wall, still panting as he quickly shampooed and soaped up. Turning off the water, he handed her a towel.