Personal Foul (Moving the Chains Book 6) Page 10

  “It’s happening to you?” Damn straight it is, but I still want to hear it from her lips.

  “I’m the worst psychologist on the planet,” she grinds out through clenched teeth as she latches onto my shirt and shakes me a little. “How am I supposed to juggle my dream job with motherhood if I can’t even stay unaroused during a session with a client?”

  She can’t tell me what goes on during her private sessions, and I sure as fuck don’t want to know the answer to that burning question anyway. I’m probably going to make Jizz’s life hell for the next few weeks just because he was the last client in here.

  I brush away more tears from her cheeks with my thumbs. “You’re allowed to be human, too.”

  If I wasn’t a shitty human, I wouldn’t be ready and willing to give my left blue ball for this chance that I know goddamn well won’t lead to anything good.

  She shakes her head, but pulls me closer to hiss against my lips, “I shouldn’t be so aroused by what I just heard.”

  She’s trying to tell me without telling me. My mind searches for connections at lightning speed—the same way it does on the field. Jizz was in here. What happened today? What’s been going on with him during preseason? The team got their last round of health checks. No one failed the drug test that I know of. It wasn’t just a drug test. He paid for a private champagne room at the Shark Tank a few weeks ago.

  Just because I got a clean bill of sexual health doesn’t mean every player did. Other than me, Betts, and Mayview, the rest of the guys enjoyed the full service at the club.

  I try to pull away, but her grip tightens on my shirt even more. “Do you want to murder me or indulge in that pill-free pain relief I thought you were joking about?”

  I’m not stupid. I know what I’m doing at the club. I know how it looks to everyone else by design. If Charlie spilled his guts about what he got up to, then he probably didn’t hesitate to throw everyone else under the bus—me included.

  She shakes me again. “Tell me I’m insane. Tell me I can’t do this. Tell me I’m a horrible psychologist, and I’m going to be an even worse mother.”

  I must be insane, too, because my dick is absolutely raging in my pants even though she’s flirting with a mental breakdown. I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve it.

  “I’m not going to tell you any of that because I don’t believe a fucking word of it.” I swallow down the dread in my own throat. “Tell me what you want, Brain. Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

  If she needs me, then I’ll break all my rules to give her whatever she wants. I already have.

  Her expression crumples, and my heart follows suit.

  Suddenly, a light shines in her black eyes. Hope on the horizon.

  “Fais moi venir.” She’s telling me without telling me.

  Good thing I’ve always excelled at reading between the lines.

  It also doesn’t hurt that I aced French in high school because the teacher was hot.

  I have never been the kind of person who chooses play over work. Not even in college. Multi-tasking might as well be my middle name. The guilt over cutting out of work even fifteen minutes early should be eating me alive. It’s not.

  My hands shake as I punch in the code to open the gates to the neighborhood, then the property, then the house. I’ve never been so grateful for multiple layers of security that separate me from the outside world. No one will know.

  It’s just sex, I tell myself as I peel away layers of clothing that leave a trail to his bedroom.

  It doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s not my fault. The pregnancy hormones are overriding my better judgment. I’m one of the unlucky ones. He’s safer than my last pleasure provider. More skilled, too. There’s no shame in meeting my needs. He’s helped me before. He’s a willing participant now. This can be a mutual exchange of goods. We’ll keep the power balance between us the way Alex prefers. I can offer him the medication-free pain relief he needs. He’ll scratch my itch in return.

  Simple. Easy. Definitely not another disaster in the making.

  Don’t overthink it, Amira, I warn myself.

  I sprawl out on his bed, completely nude and well past ready. Thank God I shaved this morning because I absolutely did not plan for this to happen.

  Alex’s tall body fills the doorframe of his bedroom seconds later. He’s still dressed, and he’s also wearing a smirk. “Someone’s eager.”

  I’m ashamed to admit I would likely beg if he asked me to. He’s not, so I don’t.

  In fact, he’s the opposite of me. Not eager at all. He stares at me like he’s already second-guessing this choice. His biceps bulge from the way he’s bracing his arms over his head against the door frame. It’s almost like there’s an invisible force field that won’t allow him to enter the room.

  If it wasn’t for the still very obvious bulge in the front of his sweatpants, I might think he doesn’t want this at all.

  I lick my lips while he takes his time to decide. Sweatpants are truly God’s gift to women. All that hardness sheathed in something so soft. The material leaves very little to the imagination. Even the outline of his crown is visible for my hungry gaze. The waistband molds to his hips. With his stretched upward position, his shirt rides up, exposing just a hint of a very famous eight-pack. Millions of women have worshipped this hard body, even if only in images.

  “Did you get serviced at the club a few weeks ago, too?”

  “What?” My question snaps him out of his trance. “No! I didn’t, I swear! It might have looked that way to Charlie, but—”

  I cut him off with a raised hand. “You know I can’t talk about that.”

  “I’m not asking you to,” he insists with raised eyebrows and a gentler tone of voice. “I’m telling you that whatever he thought he saw wasn’t the whole truth. I have a friend who works there. She’s been servicing me by helping me keep up appearances in exchange for money.”

  Why am I not surprised? “Still helping damsels in distress, are you?”

  He smirks again. “Something like that.”

  “How many other damsels have you helped in Orlando the past few years?”

  “Just Lexi.” He furrows his brow. “Why?”

  I ignore the way her name rolls off his tongue so easily. I can’t exactly be jealous since I’m signing up for the list of current damsels in Orlando. In fact, this is the perfect knowledge to cling to. Whatever line we’re about to cross can never be more than sex. For either of us. “I’m finding it hard to believe it’s really been six years since you’ve been with a woman as you claim.”

  He shakes his head then dips his gaze to the floor, his cheeks pinking. “I’ve never lied to you, Amira.”

  “You haven’t exactly told me the whole truth either.” He led me to believe he didn’t change his sexual behavior until he finally fell for a woman after I graduated.

  He raises his piercing blue gaze. His voice is softer than I’ve ever heard. “What do you want from me?”

  I splay my arms toward either side of the mattress to distract myself from reading too much into his gentle question. “I thought it was obvious, but I’m also beginning to think I misunderstood your agreement.”

  His chest heaves with a deep breath. “You didn’t misunderstand. I’m in agreement.”

  “Then, why are you still over there and fully clothed?” I whisper. My confidence has limits that his does not. Never in my life have I laid naked for someone else’s viewing pleasure for this amount of time. Alex taught me to be comfortable in my own skin. He didn’t teach me to be repeatedly stupid.

  “I just need…a little more time,” he admits, that same blush returning to his cheeks.

  Life is so unfair, as I already know. His voice makes my pulse race and my clit pound with want because my body is no longer my own. His hesitance also keeps me firmly entrenched in reality. I have never been the kind of woman he wants to do more than help.

  “I wasn’t going to take without giving back,�
� I offer. “Every time you consider popping pain pills, I’ll get on my knees instead.”

  His smirk grows to a full-blown smile. Thankfully, I’ve already lost my panties because that’s the devilish grin that used to make women throw their lacy things at him on campus. He slowly walks to the side of the bed and simply stares down at me, his teeth on full display.

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Nope.” He shakes his head and rolls his lips in. “I’m good with that game plan.”

  The way he slowly peels his shirt over his head and takes his time to lower his sweatpants, then slowly remove his black boxer briefs makes me think otherwise. “Are you sure? You seem very hesitant.”

  He winks. “I’m giving you time to change your mind.”

  I cross my arms over my bare chest. “This is a game of chicken that you are going to lose, my friend.”

  He chuckles, then finally, finally covers my naked body with his own. A grunt of ecstatic agony punctures the sliver of air between us as he slides against my body until all his hard parts align with my softer ones.

  “Okay. I believe you. It has been six years.” A sigh of satisfaction slips past my lips as my eyes slide shut. I’ve always preferred skin-to-skin contact more than pleasuring myself. His warm, smooth skin feels solid and real beneath my hands. His delicious weight presses me into the mattress.

  Alex hums in agreement, then his lips are on mine.

  His kiss is slow, deep, and better than I remember. He tastes like my favorite flavor that I’ve never experienced until now. His tongue slides across my lower lip then dives in again to tangle with mine. He’s slow and thorough, like he’s exploring something that may either pull him in deeper or bite him. His movements are both tentative and sure. The opposition leaves me reeling and begging and panting for more.

  He whimpers into my mouth. “Amira, open your eyes and look at me.”

  I do, and it’s too much. I’m already searching for more in his depths than there is.

  “We should set some rules,” I murmur.

  His eyes ice over. I shiver.

  “What rules do you need?” His mouth migrates to my neck as if he already knows what I’ll say.

  I arch against the pleasure of his mouth sucking on my sensitive skin.

  He kneads my breast with firm pressure.

  I recoil. “No. No, no. They’re so tender right now.”

  He nods, his eyes on mine as he slides further down my body to lick a slow, warm path from the bottom swell of my breast to my nipple.

  “Ohhhh,” I moan as I thread my fingers through his thick hair. “Okay. That’s nice. That doesn’t hurt.”

  “Rule number one. Go easy on the titties. Got it.”

  I never knew a man talking with his mouthful could be so sexy, but my eyes roll into the back of my head when he gently sucks on one nipple then the other.

  After he’s laved them with attention I never knew men had the patience for, he slowly kisses his way down my stomach.

  “I do not require foreplay,” I tell him as I watch him sink further and further south.

  He licks a circle around my belly button. “Is that a rule, or are you telling me how you’re feeling right now?”

  “A rule, I think.” I chew on my lip as he blinks at me with a hooded gaze from between my thighs.

  He blows a hot gust of breath against my center. “Is this another rule you’ve already broken?”

  “What?” I’m trembling with anticipation and quickly losing the ability to have a coherent conversation.

  “Did you get the carpet munching you wanted even though I warned you it wasn’t safe?” He flattens his tongue and licks a straight line along my seam.

  I brace my hands against the headboard. I’m afraid if I keep them in his hair that he’ll have bald spots. His hair is far too luxurious to damage.

  “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles as he continues to lap at me like a starved man. “You’ll ruin me. You’ll fucking ruin me, and I just don’t care anymore.”

  I arch my back and moan until my lungs give out.

  He wraps his muscular arms around my thighs and holds me in place to have his way with me. It’s not enough restriction to keep my legs from shaking. I don’t want to kick him in his very valuable arms and shoulders, but I have virtually no control over my own body. He licks and sucks on my clit and dives his tongue in and out. I can’t predict what he’ll do next or when, and it makes me lose my mind. He uncurls one of his arms from around my thigh then drives two thick fingers inside me.

  The combination of fullness and the rhythmic suction of his mouth on my clit sends me soaring.

  I cry out, buck my hips against his face, and practically rip the sheets off the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through me. Warm pleasure skitters down my spent muscles for so long, I may never be able to move again.

  Alex takes his time crawling up my prone body, stopping to lick and suck anywhere he pleases along the way. He glides his nose along my neck as he nestles between my thighs. His voice is a whisper against my skin. “Can I be inside you?”

  He already was with his tongue and fingers. Why would I deny any other part of his body after the pleasure he gave me? I nod. Words aren’t possible.

  He presses an open-mouth kiss at the sensitive spot below my ear. “Let me get a condom.”

  A chuckle unfurls from deep inside me, rumbling my breasts against his hard chest. My nipples are so sensitive, but I’m still happily entombed in post-orgasmic bliss.

  He raises his gaze to mine with a lop-sided smirk. “Laugh it up, chuckles. Just because you’re already knocked up doesn’t mean I want to break any of your rules.”

  I won’t let myself touch his face. I settle for sweeping my hand up his arm then over his shoulder until my palm rests in the crook of his neck where his heartbeat races beneath my fingertips. “I believe you. That you didn’t catch something at the club. That you’ve been celibate for so long.”

  He places a tender kiss at the corner of my mouth, skirting the rules but not breaking them. Silent gratitude.

  “I didn’t break the carpet munching rule,” I tell him. “I tried to be safe.”

  “It’s not your fault,” he murmurs against my cheek. “Sometimes, things just happen.”

  “Power balance is one of the rules.” I wrap my arms and legs around him even though I shouldn’t hold him so tightly to me. “You told me you’ve never been bare inside a woman before. I don’t know what else to offer you that you haven’t already done.”

  “You’ve already given it to me,” he murmurs against my cheek before sliding inside me in one long thrust.

  Oh, fuck. Oh, hell. I’m a goner. I’m done for.

  I rest my forehead against hers and pant for my life. She’s so tight, so wet, so hot. It’s been so long, but it’s never been like this. If I move, I’ll blow.

  I’m delaying the inevitable.

  I can only fight for so long.

  I’ve never been so terrified of something I want so damn bad.

  She moans and presses her hips up to mine.

  “You wanna go again?” I mumble against her sweaty skin. At least if she gives me a goal, I’m more likely to hold out. To prolong something that can never happen again. For the first time in my life, I don’t want to rush to the goal line. I want to fucking savor every second. I breathe in the salty sweet tang of her skin. Lick my lips to taste the flavor of her pussy on my tongue. Drive myself a fraction deeper to make sure I’m not dreaming about the way she wraps my cock in pure heaven.

  “Please. Alex, please,” she begs.

  My name on her lips while I’m inside her might kill me. I can’t afford to die now.

  “Ravenous madwoman.”

  Her husky laugh vibrates all the way down to my balls that are screaming for relief.

  I can’t make this last forever. My body already knows what my brain can’t accept yet.

  Game over.

  I pump in and out with punishing thrusts. Every slick
glide of my bare cock into her pussy sends me closer to the edge. I’m already seeing stars. Fuck, I can barely breathe.

  I always knew she’d kill me somehow.

  She throws her head back against the pillow. “God, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

  Her moans sing in my ear, but she’s not quite there yet. Gotta distract myself somehow. Her tits are off-limits, but her long throat is exposed to me.

  Memory instinct takes over. I lift myself up and wrap my hands around that expanse of soft, tender skin. Her pulse jumps beneath my touch, and her eyes fly wide open.

  Yes, she mouths.

  Fuck, this new angle shoots lightning into my veins. With every thrust, I go deeper than I was before. Over and over again, I bottom out. The head of my cock meets soft, squeezing heat.

  “I’m gonna come,” I warn her through clenched teeth.

  I tighten my grip around her neck. She arches her perfect round tits toward me and pulses around my dick.

  Her golden pussy milks me dry. Sucks up every last drop until my balls spasm in pain. I push through pain for a living. I drive myself deep, deeper, deepest, wanting her to swallow me whole.

  She already has.

  There’s no coming back from this. Not for me.

  I release her throat and collapse on top of her, then burrow my arms beneath her back. Holding her, trapping her beneath me, using the excuse of us both panting for air to explain why my mouth isn’t on hers again. Why my tongue isn’t doing what my spent dick can’t.

  We don’t talk. We don’t move.

  Her arms are circled around my shoulders. My cock softens inside her cocoon.

  I don’t want to leave.

  I can’t stay forever.

  Pulling out has never been so agonizing before. I roll onto my side of the bed.

  She sleeps on the left half; I sleep on the right.

  For now.

  Amira’s black eyes are gray and hazy and half-lidded when she turns her face toward me. “Was it good for you?”