Fox (The Player Book 4) Page 9

  Fox could. “He moved to Arizona. Wanted you to go with him.”

  She frowned, but nodded. “Oh yeah, I just sort of felt blah about him, which sounds awful. We dated during the last year of college. He was perfectly nice, lovely. I was just looking for a spark of something that we just didn’t have. When he was leaving, it seemed like the perfect time to end it. A couple of months later, I met Ryan. It was fun before his jealousy started to shine through. In so many ways, it was easier being with him than being on my own.”

  “Why do you think that is, Sash?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe because for my entire life my Dad has told me that I’m basically worthless without a guy. And I bought into it. Even though I rail against that shit every day. I usually think I’ll be happy in a relationship, but then I’m not. I want to practice dating, to see what it’s really like. I don’t need to start a relationship, you know?”

  Fox understood. She wanted playfulness, she wanted for things to be easy. She didn’t want to be with anyone, which was fine by him. He adored Sasha, but he was a man-whore. In no way was he looking to settle down. Not even for her.

  “I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing, but not sober enough to care,” Sasha whispered.”

  Fox stared into her eyes and cursed low. She moved to put her empty plate in the sink.

  He tried to shift around her to the sink, but she stood with her arms braced against the edge of the counter, blocking his access. He moved to slide past her, but there wasn’t much room to maneuver, and he unintentionally brushed against her ass, his cock twitching at the inadvertent contact.

  He froze, praying she hadn’t noticed, but he knew she must have, given how she stiffened. Should he apologize? Pretend it hadn’t happened? She wasn’t saying anything, so maybe she was going to pretend nothing had happened, too.

  Then she did move. She leaned back, pressing her ass against his crotch so that his cock was caught between the firm curve of her right buttock and his thigh. He was hyperaware of each throbbing pulse, and was certain she could feel it, too.

  Should he rock against her? Let her know he was open to…whatever it was she wanted to do? Or should he move himself away from her and keep that safe distance of friendship between them? Yeah, do that one. But shit, he couldn’t move. He wanted to be here, with her, the scent of her apple shampoo driving him crazy.

  Even if he had truly believed that stepping away was the smarter thing to do, Fox couldn’t control his body’s response to Sasha’s.

  He held his breath as he rocked his hips, gently grinding his cock into her ass. He could easily—and he desperately wanted to—pull her skirt up, her panties down, his jeans down, and slide into her right there against the counter. But there was some sort of balance in what they were doing that he couldn’t bring himself to upset.

  Fox tried to assess their state of intoxication. He had certainly had more than Sasha, however the food and coffee had gone a long way to removing the effects of what he’d drunk. His head was less fuzzy. Well, it was a different kind of fuzzy. And on top of that, he felt surer on his feet, his stomach had settled down, and so far, there was no sign of a headache.

  It would be so much easier to think if he weren’t so distracted by the warmth of her ass against his cock and his slipping control.

  “How…” he began, then swallowed and tried again, succeeding in sounding less strained the second time. “How drunk do you think you are? How—how are you feeling?”

  “I’m not drunk anymore. Just hazy, I guess. I feel liberated.”

  I’ll worry about ramifications tomorrow. Later. So much later.

  Right now he wanted to taste her lips again. He wouldn’t think about that niggling voice in the back of his mind that screamed at him, Sasha is so much more than this. He wasn’t going to listen to that voice. Because that voice would keep him from getting too close. Gently, he turned her in his arms, and placed his mouth on hers.

  Home.

  The thought horrified him for the briefest of seconds, before sensation swamped him, pleasure pulling him under.

  He eventually broke the bond between their mouths and moved his lips along her jaw. Sasha leaned her head back, exposing the column of her throat. Fox kissed her again, then grazed his teeth along the sensitive skin. She shivered when Fox rocked his hips into hers.

  Holy fuck. He almost came.

  “Fox—”

  He slid his arms up her ribcage, chasing rib after rib, until he reached her breasts. The perfect orbs filled his hands, overflowing his palms.

  Jesus, she’s so soft.

  Sasha rocked into him, while his cock throbbed in his jeans, begging for an escape. “Sasha, you sure about this?”

  She nodded. “You’re my best friend.” She said that as if it were an answer, as if it were the only indication that was needed to explain why they were doing this. She rolled her hips against him one more time. Fox stopped caring. They were best friends, and he wouldn’t hurt her.

  But will she hurt you? His mind teased.

  As the lust pulsed through his veins, he lost all inhibitions. He wanted her. He wanted her badly, but he wasn’t thinking clearly enough. In hindsight, he wished he hadn’t had that last drink. But still, they were sobering up fast, as if the lust burned the alcohol from their blood.

  He yanked down the straps of her dress, and her bra followed suit. She freed her arms, leaving the cups in place. Fox pulled them down, letting her breasts spill freely into his hands. Her nipples acted as a homing beacon for his fingers, causing him to immediately start tugging gently on them, and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Sasha hissed, and Fox turned her so she braced her hands across the sink for leverage.

  She was in the perfect position. Fox didn’t know how or why, but his hand started up the skirt of her dress. A gorgeous purple thong on the most perfect ass he had ever seen in his life. He wanted to massage it, squeeze it, bite it, fuck it.

  He gently hooked the elastic waist of her panties over his thumbs, and began sliding the satin fabric down. They slid over her hips, past her ass and then down her long, slim legs, to her knees. Before he could stop himself, he slid his hands up the back of her thighs and cupped her cheeks, her curves molded to his hands.

  When he stood again, she was pushing back into his caress. Sasha reached over, grabbing for him. With her hand on his package, she wrapped delicate fingers around him and squeezed, stroking him through his jeans. He was sure he was going to come just from her touching him like this. He kept thinking of that day on the couch, when their kiss had gone from friendly, to possessive, to needy.

  When he pressed his cock right against her hot, moist center, he never wanted to leave. She arched her hips, wanting him there. He needed her legs to open wider, so he could seat himself so far inside of her Sasha couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

  There was a rustling of clothes. Fox’s belt buckle clattered. Once again, they were practically connected at their lips. Their tongues caressing, their teeth nipping at one another like desperate animals.

  Fox ran his fingers up her thighs, gripping, and possessive. He then plunged his thumb into her sweet center, stroking her. She was wet, slick, and hot. She was ready.

  Soooo damn ready.

  With her feet, she pushed his jeans down his legs. Then his boxers. He teased the tip of his cock against her hot center. Fox shuddered while she hissed with pleasure. She widened her legs, allowing him access to more of her.

  Holy fuck.

  He gripped the base of his shaft, then ran it along her slick center to her clit, then back again. Every time he teased that hot button of nerves, she shuddered and moaned his name. Sasha’s hands clutched his shoulders with nails digging into him. She chanted his name. “Fox, Fox, oh my God, Fox. Please, I need you.”

  Sasha was vocal lover, and shit, he liked that. He liked that a lot. She threw her head back and he leaned over her, attaching his lips to her throat, kissing and nibbling. Suddenly,
they weren’t just teasing anymore. The tip of his dick pushed just inside of her.

  God, it feels so damn— Oh, fuck. Condom.

  Sasha lifted her head. “What’s wrong?”

  Fox held himself as still as he could bear. He didn’t want to move, in fear that he was going to blow. Sasha had felt so good. Fuck, she was hot. So tight. Shit. Why was she so tight? He had never had sex without protection, there were so many incredible sensations. The heat and moisture was tempting his cock to go deeper.

  “Condom. I don’t have a condom. They’re in my room.”

  Sasha moaned, “Fox—I—”

  Fox wanted this, he wanted to sink deep inside of her. But he was a good guy, not like one of the assholes that would have just used her and never spoken to her again. He wasn’t going to do this, not to Sasha.

  “We need to stop. I’ll go get the condoms, just wait—”

  She wasn’t hearing it. “Fox, I’m on the pill.”

  As if those were the magic words, he slipped a few centimeters further into her. Shit. I can’t. He had slept with too many women to count. He was beginning to think that it wasn’t a good idea. Before he could convince himself to stop, her inner muscles tightened around him, causing him to groan. He slid all the way home, and it was the best thing he had ever felt.

  “Sasha, holy hell.”

  She understood, because she was mumbling, “…so good. Yes, right there. So…Fox…Good.”

  That was it. They were making love. Fucking, making each other feel so good. He and Sasha, against her kitchen sink. He drove his dick into her, over and over, pulling out till just the tip remained. His hands gripped tightly around her hips, keeping her in position. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Sasha grabbed at his hair, and before Fox knew it, he was going to blow. Fox didn’t know if this would ever happen again.

  I want to make this shit last.

  With a growl, he stopped them. Sasha whimpered as she rotated her hips into him, begging for more. He slowly disengaged, and she cried against him.

  “Shh. I'm not going anywhere. You feel too goddamn good around my dick.” Fox gently lifted her feet off the ground again and he turned her so that she faced the sink. With his knee, he nudged her thighs wider apart as she braced herself against the sink. The tip of his cock bumped her folds. He moaned her name as he slid home again.

  “Fuck. This is too good. Feels too amazing.” He murmured as he leaned over her, wrapping his body around hers, cupping her breasts and gently massaging them.

  Sasha groaned low and worked her hips back, even as he drove in deep. She chanted his name, over and over again. “Fox, Fox, Fox.” He gently pinched her nipples, added more pressure, and she started to shake. Oh, hell.

  He liked seeing this. He liked seeing her falling apart for him. He filled her deep, marking her as his.

  She’s not yours. This is only temporary. A one-time thing, so get your head in the game and enjoy it.

  While one hand still cupped and kneaded her breast, his other slid down over her waist to her hip. He squeezed gently, and then Sasha did something he never felt before. Mid-stroke, her walls clamped around him. She wasn't exactly coming, yet. She was doing this on purpose, as if to keep him inside of her.

  No way in hell was he going to last longer than a minute if she kept that up. With a hand on her ass, he pulled her ass cheeks apart slightly, so he could watch his cock slide deep inside her wet center.

  God damn. I’ll never get used to this.

  And you won’t have to, because you’re just a rebound guy.

  He was making her feel good. And the better he made her feel, the more likely she’d let him touch her again. Determined to see that happen, Fox reached around the front of her hips, until he found that sweet, slick juncture between her thighs. He knew exactly what to do to send her skyrocketing.

  But instead of just pressing her clit, and yanking the orgasm from her, he teased. Oh so gently, his middle finger flickered over her clit, seeking the most sensitive pleasure spot on her body.

  Sasha bucked against him. “Oh my God, Fox. Holy shit—” She braced her arms on the sink in front of her and pushed her ass back against him until he was balls-deep. She came hard and fast and cupped his dick so tight that he thought he might never escape.

  Not that I want to.

  He could die right here and be perfectly happy. He held her hips tight with both hands, sinking in deep, over and over, until she was coming again.

  “Fuck, Sasha.” Her name was part epithet. She was a goddess, but she had no right to make him feel like this. She had no right to be this hot. No right to be this perfect for him.

  His orgasm crashed into hers, and he came hard. Unable to stop himself, he clamped his teeth on the base of her neck and bit gently. Sucking her skin, attempting to consume her, before gently licking over the tender bite with his tongue.

  He never wanted to leave. He was going to stay right here until she forced him out. Don’t go getting attached, lover boy. You are the rebound guy. And for now, that was okay. Sooner or later, she’d look at him the way he’d been looking at her since they were kids.

  Fox was in trouble. There was no way he was ever going to get enough. He was bound and determined to live out every fantasy he’d ever had about Sasha. And from the looks of it, she’d had a few fantasies, herself.

  His fingers rooted in her hair as he rolled to lay her flat on her back, his weight bearing her down into the mattress. His grip was tight as he pulled her head back, breaking the kiss. His eyes searched hers and found only warmth and welcome. She loosened her hold on him, and smoothed his hair back from his forehead and temples. He dropped his face to her neck and placed openmouthed kisses along her neck and collarbone, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts while she lifted her hands above her head.

  Sasha giggled when his lips skimmed the tops of her breasts.

  Fox traced the petals with his fingers, and her nipples hardened, and her breathing hitched. He bent his head and slid the lace aside to run his tongue over the tight tips, licking her sensitive skin.

  Sasha arched her back beneath him and ran her hands over his back, her fingernails lightly raking him when he began using his teeth.

  “I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked as his nose trailed through the valley between her breasts before he repeated the process on the other one, this time, using his teeth to tug the lacy fabric down.

  “Not at all,” she answered with a smile. Sasha outlined the muscles across his shoulders and arms, then dug her elbows into the mattress to arch her back as Fox’s tongue flicked across her nipple.

  Before he could continue torturing her, she tugged him back so she could kiss him again. Fox slid his hand over her soft skin, caressing the curve of her hip and thigh before shifting between her legs. Fuck, she was wet. His cock stirred. Already ready for another go. Yeah, why not? He’d already crossed into dangerous territory.

  He found her slick, wet, and ready, and he groaned against her lips. “Sash, condoms. We should use them. Last time I—” He cleared his throat. “We should use them.”

  Sasha sat up. “I told you, I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. I got tested right after Ryan.”

  The relief was immediate. “I swear, Sash. I’ve never—”

  She held his face, gently brushing his cheekbones with her thumbs. “I believe you.”

  One of her hands trailed down from where she’d been stroking the line of his jaw as they kissed. The muscles of his belly clenched beneath the light graze of her fingernails. Then she began gently but purposefully stroking his cock. Oh, shit. One touch from her was all he needed, and he was ready to go.

  “I want you.” Her voice was low as she tightened her grip. He bent his head to kiss her again, the both of them driving each other crazy. Only the sounds of their moans and groans filled the silence in her bedroom.

  She hooked her fingers into his head.

  “Fuck, Sasha. Yes. Show me how much you want
me.”

  “Fox, oh, my God. Please—”

  Fox hovered above her briefly as Sasha wrapped her legs around his waist, her soft inner thighs gripping him. “Sasha—” he whispered, then drove home. With a kiss, he slid in deep, resting his forehead against hers, as he waited a few beats before starting to move inside her.

  This time, they moved together with long, slow strokes. Her hands came to rest near the small of his back, gently urging him back into her each time, her rocking body driving him higher and higher.

  Bearing his weight on his elbows, he let his hands tangle in her hair and caress her face. She was so damn beautiful.

  Except for a few times when the need to close their eyes and chase a sensation was impossible to ignore, they spent the entire time locked in one another’s gaze.

  Lightning wrapped around Fox’s spine, and the shaking started in his toes. She locked her legs around him, holding him inside her and rolling her hips in time with his. As she came, his lips were on hers, and he let go.

  Fox was too spent and content to do anything but lay his head on her breast, hoping he wasn’t crushing her with his weight.

  Between Sasha stroking his hair and the metronomic rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his ear, Fox was soon lulled to sleep.

  Nine

  Fox woke to the feel of Sasha’s satin skin all around him. Her body had tucked into his during the night, and her ass gently cradled his cock as she slept. Unbeknownst to him, and likely her, she liked to tease when she was asleep. All night, he’d woken up intermittently to slow gyrations of her hips. It was why he hadn’t let her sleep much. Every time he woke up he was hard and ready, and she was naked and wet for him. It was no different now.

  Instinctively, he curled his arm around her, wanting to pull her closer. Although she needed sleep, and so did he. He had a damn press conference today. And for once he wasn’t nervous. Nothing like fucking your best friend again to help loosen yourself up.