The Baller: A Down and Dirty Football Novel - Vi Keeland Page 0,47
carved muscle and smoothly tanned skin. The full length of his thick erection pressed against his hard stomach. Unconsciously, I licked my lips.
“I want to bend you over the sink, take you from behind.”
God, yes.
“And I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. I’m going to fuck you hard until you come. Then I’m going to push deep inside of you and fill your pussy with every ounce of my cum.”
“Jesus, Brody.” My knees were half weak as he walked to me. Turning my body to face the mirror, he swept my hair to the side and pressed his lips to my neck from behind. His chest was wet, but warm and hard against my body. The full length of him pushed up against the top of my ass.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I did.
“Wider.”
Slowly, he rubbed his body up and down me from behind, his cock nudging at my ass as he reached around to rub my clit. “So fucking wet for me.”
It felt so good, my eyes drifted closed as I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck. When he slipped two fingers inside of me, a throaty moan fell from my lips.
His other hand turned my chin to the side, giving him access to my mouth. Crushing his lips to mine, his kiss was wild and shamelessly hungry. I loved that he wasn’t gentle, his actions expressing emotion and need. He cupped my breasts and squeezed, pinching my nipples so hard it bordered on pain. I threaded my fingers through his wet hair and pulled, wanting him even closer.
We were both panting, unable to get enough, when he released my mouth, his teeth tugging on my lip as we separated. “Bend.” With his hand on my back, he eased me forward, folding me at the waist. “Hold on to the sides.” My hands curled around the granite sides of the vanity, his hands curled around mine. “Look up.” My eyes rose to catch the reflection staring back at me from the mirror. Brody was right: the level was perfect with the extra four inches from my shoes. My skin was flushed, my hair was disheveled and wild, and my eyes were full of blatant desire.
“Fucking beautiful.”
He rubbed the length of himself along my wetness a few times before pushing inside. Once he made sure I was ready for him, he did exactly what he promised. Fucked me hard until I came just as hard. Then he seated himself deep inside of me and released with a carnal roar.
A few minutes later, Brody scooped me up and carried me to bed, slipping in behind me. I snuggled back against him, and his body molded around mine. “Mmm . . . I could get used to this kind of welcome home.”
“That’s good, baby. Because I threw out the vibrator in your end table drawer.”
I froze, unsure if he was kidding or not.
Brody chuckled and pulled me closer. “Relax, I’m joking. But good to know one is in there. I’d like to use it on you sometime. Better yet, I think I’d like to watch you use it on yourself.”
“You have a one-track mind.”
“I do. All Delilah’s pussy. All the time.”
I elbowed him, and we both laughed. It felt good to have Brody in my bed. We talked for more than an hour in the dark, catching up on the last few days. It felt so . . . normal. Domestic. Natural. Right.
It was almost midnight when we settled, and I began to feel sleepy. “Brody?”
“Hmm?” He kissed my shoulder.
“You’re spooning me? Brody Easton spoons?”
“Only you, baby. But don’t be surprised if you get woken up by my fork later. There’s an ass I plan to take still. I’m far from done with you.”
I inhaled deeply and smiled, realizing I was far from done with him, too.
Over the next week, we spent every night together. Some nights I made him dinner while we argued over sports; other nights we ate out of take out containers sitting on the living room floor while we learned about each other—favorite music, favorite movies, foods we both disliked. Thanks to Brody’s interesting question choices, we also knew what costumes we wore for Halloween at age eight and what animal we’d choose if we could be turned into one (Brody would be a lion. I’d be a dolphin). But I ended every day wrapped in Brody’s arms.
Mr. CUM had been pissed that I hadn’t brought the locker room story to WMBC. There was