Bad Boy Prospect (Alpha Bad Boy Book 2) (6 page)

"Now, about this fantasy—"

He yanks my panties to the side and glides his huge cock across my slick folds and then up over my clit, coating his length in my wetness.

"I want your mouth first." His hand fists my hair tight and he leans in, dropping his stare to my bra and lone exposed breast. "Then I think I'll fuck these tits." I grin and he slaps my cheek playfully. "Then I'll make you come on this fucking cock." He grinds his hips again, forcing his cock to stroke back against my clit. My head tries to crash backwards, but his hand in my hair holds it steady.

"Time to open your mouth and suck me, Doc."

He leans back and pulls my head up with him until I'm sitting on the edge of the bed while he fists his cock with his free hand at eye level. I stare up at him, then over to the mirror. My body tingles at the view in that mirror. I want to film everything so I can get off to it again later. At this point I would let him do me in the middle of city hall. I'd let him do just about anything to me.

I lick my lips at the sight of his thick, hard dick. Wondering what it will feel like in my throat. I lick the head and stare up into his eyes, and then watch them roll back into his head. I love the way he tastes, and the semblance of power it gives me, knowing how much he likes my tongue on him.

I smack his hand away and try to wrap my fingers around the base. I squeeze harder, trying to get them to touch, and they almost do but not quite. It sends a wave of heat through my inner thighs.

I lift his big prick up and lick him, from balls to tip in one slow, smooth motion. A moan comes from him as he looks back down into my eyes. I don't break my stare as I swirl my tongue around his head. Then I take him in my mouth, trying to lock the way he feels, the way he tastes into my long-term memory. I start bobbing on him, faster and harder, taking him farther into my throat. I feel his hand in the back of my hair and it fuels me to take more of him. I break his stare for a moment to look over into the mirror and all I see is my head bouncing as the upper part of his ass flexes. Then I see his hand in my hair and his head leaning back, and it leaves me wanting more. I shove my head onto him and try not to gag, taking him as far as I can.

My fingers claw into the thin, stretchy fabric clinging tight to his thighs. I think I might break a nail as his legs stiffen.

"Fuck, Liz."

His words are like music in my ears. A hot, sexy melody.

He stares back down to me and realizes he's lost some of his control. His hand grabs me by my hair and he yanks himself from my mouth, then tosses me down to my back. An excited giggle comes out of me and suddenly he's on top of me, his pants threatening to tear as he reaches down and rips my bra in the center.

"That is expensive!"

"Shouldn't have been covering up what's mine."

I smile at him. "It unclasps in the middle."

He pauses for a second, breathing heavily. "Well shit...my bad." His eyes roll back down to stare at my large, round breasts. He wraps his hands around the sides and pushes them together, running his thumbs over both of my hard nipples. My fingers claw at the sheets.

"I've been dreaming about fucking these big tits."

He scoots up to get in position. His cock is rock hard, hovering above my breasts, wobbling ever so slightly with each little movement. I lick my hand and rub it between them, offering up some semblance of lubrication.

He presses them back together. "Spit on them."

My eyes grow wide.

"Fucking do it." He slaps his cock against one of my nipples and draws a circle around it with the head. I never thought someone doing this would turn me on, but strangely it does. Not because of how I think it will feel, but him dominating me. Getting off to my body. It does something for me. My chin digs into my upper chest as I spit into my cleavage and rub it in.

"Good girl."

He takes each nipple between his thumb and forefingers and pushes my breasts to the side momentarily, sliding his cock between and then presses them back together around him.

"Fuck!" He draws his cock almost all the way out and then thrusts back into my cleavage. I look down and watch his head disappear and then slide back up between me. It's big enough that I think I can reach it with my tongue and I want to taste him again.

He starts to thrust, harder and faster between my breasts as he squeezes my nipples tighter each time. It has me streaming down my thighs. When he thrusts again I open my mouth and lean in towards him, his tip barely parting my lips. His head flies up to the ceiling.

I bob my head back and forth in time with his thrusts. Taking him more into my mouth with each one, goading his hips to thrust harder.

"I need your fucking pussy."

My legs spread at the sound of his words. He shakes his head at me, backing off, and dropping his feet to the ground. His hands grab my hips and flip me over to my stomach. I try to resist a little, squirm a bit just for fun, and his hard chest is in the middle of my back, his mouth in my ear, and his cock is pressed up against my ass.

"You want me to fuck you from behind?"

He presses his forehead into my temple, forcing my cheek against the bed as he shifts his hips, seemingly knowing what his cock against my skin does to me.

"Mmhmm." I nod.

"Yeah you do. Tell me whose pussy this is." He grinds his hips into me once more and bites at my neck before nibbling up to my ear lobe.

"Mine."

Crack!

His hand smacks my left ass cheek. "Tell me."

I squeal into his sheets and reach back for his legs, digging my nails into him again. "Mine."

His palm connects with my ass, even harder this time and the pain turns to pleasure before screaming up to my clit. I've never been so hot in my life.

"Tell me who owns this fucking pussy." His rough, gravelly voice has me quivering beneath him. My slick walls needs his cock, but I want to feel his hand on me again.

"It's mine, Gavin. All mine."

I can feel the raw, sexual energy coursing through him as his chest crushes me against the bed. I flip my head to the other side and stare in the mirror as he leans back and rips my panties from me, a crazed wild man. I scream this time, his name coming from my lips as he smacks my ass twice on one cheek, then repeats on the other.

"Fuck! It's yours. It's your pussy, Gavin."

I know he's pleased, but he's just gone from rough to out of control. And it's how I want him when he enters me. He flips me over to my back and grips my inner thighs so hard I'll wear the bruises from his fingers on them tomorrow. He spreads me hard as I watch in the mirror, taking quick breaks to stare up at the rage and desire in his eyes.

His jaw clenches tight and grinds his teeth together. "Goddamn right it is."

His face is red and his chest is heaving up and down with each breath he takes. He slaps his thick cock up against my clit and teases the crest of his dick around me. I need it so bad I'm writhing under his fingers, my hips grinding back and forth, practically begging for it. All restraint cast aside, naughty things come from my mouth. I tell him exactly what I want from him.

"Fuck your pussy." My voice is desperate.

He leans down into me and presses his forehead against mine. I roll my head to the side and watch in the mirror as I dig my heels into the baseball pants still half down his ass.

He parts my lips with the head of his cock and I'm already about to come for him. He slowly inches a little farther inside. "You're gonna take it all," he growls.

I nod, my body about to combust.

He pushes it in to the hilt as I watch his ass tighten in the mirror before my eyes roll up into my head.

"Oh my God."

It's thick and hard, and I squeeze my walls around him, trying to feel every fine detail from the inside.

"Jesus you're fucking tight. And wet."

His words are like gas on a fire. His hips press into me harder, his balls tight against my asshole.

"You're gonna say my name when you come on my dick."

I nod again, unable to think about anything but how good he feels in me.

"Good girl."

He draws out, until he almost leaves me and then thrusts all the way in again. My arms fly behind my head and my fingers tear into the sheets. All the air rushes from me as I feel my breasts flatten against his pecs.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I'm gonna come already."

"Yeah. You are."

He leans up and I grip the sheets tighter. His hands go to the back of my thighs, just below my ass and push my legs back toward my head. He starts plowing into me with everything he has and it's all over for me. The angle is perfect as he hits my spots like an expert marksman. His hard thighs smack against my rear. The tender skin from him spanking me stings in the best possible way.

"Come for me."

I nod, on the brink of release. The sound of our wet flesh connecting envelopes the room. My screams start to vibrate as his hips turn into a blur, taking me harder and faster than anything I've ever experienced.

I clamp down on him and arch my back. His fingers dig in my hips once more and he shoves in deep as I come harder than I've ever come in my life. My hips keep grinding into his cock, trying to take him deeper, even after I've recovered from the intense orgasm.

Suddenly, one hand is on my ass before it ever even comes back down to the sheets, and another is wrapped around my back and I'm weightless as he lifts me into the air.

I wrap my arms around his neck as I lean back and give him an angle to take me as hard as he can. His hands are on each side of my waist now and he bounces me on his cock so rough and fast I can't even think or breathe.

I scream with each thrust until words and sounds can't escape my lips. My arms fly out to my sides, and my fingers and toes stiffen and curl. My mouth moves but the gibberish stays trapped in my throat.

His right hand releases my hip and smacks my ass hard as I gasp. He repeats with his left and I'm thinking I might die from sensory overload. Both of his hands dig into my ass and then wrap tight around me as he supports my weight with little effort. My hands fly up into my hair, clawing and pulling as my breasts bounce up against his rigid muscles in the chest. I wrap my arms back around his neck, clawing my nails into his back and dragging them up his nape to the back of his head. His neck tightens even more against my arms and I know he's going to come soon.

"Take it!" His mouth is in my ear as my face presses to his cheek.

His right hand smacks my ass three times, hard and fast in quick bursts as I try to bounce harder on his cock. His fingers dig deep into my hips and somehow his pelvis speeds up and he nods, letting me know he's about there. I feel him swelling inside of me as I clamp down once more and shudder on top of him.

He starts to pull out and I dig my heels into his ass and hold him inside of me. "Come in me."

His hands lock together around my lower back and his forearms crush against my ribs as he fucks me to one more orgasm. His cock kicks and a loud grunt echoes through the room. Hot jets of come spurt deep in my core as we climax in unison. Fuzzy stars fill my vision as my heels dig harder into him, until every last bit of him is deep inside of me.

He pulls me up to his face, kissing me long and rough, his dick still hard, resting inside my slippery walls. He finally pulls from me and sets me gently on the bed before collapsing on top of me. I smile, bigger than I've ever smiled in my life. He does the same.

Our sticky, sweaty bodies are pressed up against each other and he pushes my wet hair back behind my ear. "I love you."

God his words, his voice, his body — they all do things to me. "I love you too."

EPILOGUE

FOUR YEARS LATER

ELIZABETH

My head rotates, taking in the entire view — Yankees stadium. Gavin is on the mound. It was always his dream to play in this stadium and now it's like a second home to him. There are two outs, two strikes on the hitter. I look down to the huge diamond solitaire on my left ring finger, then grip tight around three-year-old Gavin Jr in my lap as I whisper to him.

"Daddy's about to win the World Series."

It's game seven and there are runners on first and second. Ninth Inning. We're up by one. Gavin walks around the mound and he shoots a look over to us in the family section. I could've sworn I saw a flash of a grin hidden deep in the shadow behind the bill of his cap. He'll never admit to it.

I smile back just in case. "Wave to Daddy."

Baby G — that's what we call him — waves furiously. "Goooo Dad Dad!"

The sound is deafening with two strikes on the hitter. Gavin comes set — a menacing scowl on his face as usual — and white towels spin over everyone's head as the stadium turns into a giant roar. Baby G clamps his hands over his ears, but his eyes never leave Daddy.

Gavin kicks his leg and hurls the ball. There is a loud crack that echoes through the park as the ball slams into the catcher's mitt.

The place goes crazy as the ump punches out the hitter. It's like slow motion as Jackson — he finally got his big break, with the Yankees, and Gavin as a teammate — sprints out to Gavin. Gavin's arms shoot up into the air as he falls to his knees and Jackson dives on top of him. The rest of the team follows suit until it's all one giant pin-striped dog pile.

Workers rush bottles of champagne, hats, and championship shirts out to the field. Liquid is spraying everywhere and not a single fan has left their seat. I finally spot the familiar pair of stormy blue eyes emerge from the sea of baseball players. His large size helps matters. He's smiling at us as I hug Baby G tight, his arms still flung in the air at Daddy's success.

Some security guards hustle Gavin away, down into the dugout, and into the clubhouse. Before he disappears I see him blow us a kiss and gesture for us to come down for the post-game press conference.

I hoist up Baby G on my hip and we head down, past security and finally make it back into the room. Reporters, cameras, and large microphones are everywhere and Gavin is up on a stage behind a table, answering questions.

"Gavin, Gavin?" I can hear a reporter ask. Gavin points and it gets quiet.

"Excuse me!” I yell. “Sorry to interrupt but I have a question for the bad boy up there."

Gavin's eyes grow large and reporters break into laughter. "Babe?" He sounds confused. I can see him but his head is on a swivel, looking for us in the ocean of camera flashes.

"Uh huh! Yeah, it's me."

He shrugs, not sure what to do and says, "Okay, umm,
wife
?" The laughter grows as he spots us and points. "Go ahead."

"What would you say, if I told you that you were going to be a daddy again?" Baby G and I have been working our way through the crowd and he has us locked in his sights. I see tears forming in his eyes. A gigantic smile plastered across his face. "Really?"

"Yeah, baby. Really." I nod.

There isn't one face in the crowd that isn't beaming with a smile as they watch Gavin react to the news.

He glances to the rest of the reporters. "Excuse me for a second, guys." He looks down to the people standing between him and us. "You folks may want to move. I'm about to bulldoze anything in my path to get to those two."

The reporters part as he barrels down the stairs and runs to us, tears streaming down his cheeks. He wraps his arms around me and his lips press to mine. He lifts up me and Baby G as the three of us twirl to a barrage of flashing cameras.

"Yayyy Dad Dad!"

Laughter erupts. Gavin kisses Baby G on the cheek. "I love both of you." His hand goes to my stomach and he leans down — way down — and kisses it over my shirt. "I love you too." He lifts back up and I lean into his ear.

"I am so proud of you. The three of us are."

He snags Baby G from my arms and kisses me once more. "Me and this guy need to go finish this press conference. Then we are going to celebrate.”

He hoists Baby Gavin onto his shoulders and holds his arms as they walk back up to the table. I feel a tear roll down my cheek as I watch the two loves of my life. My hand goes to my stomach to feel the third.