Game For Love: Love Games (Kindle Worlds) (10 page)

“That’s my girl—never step back from a challenge, do ya, baby?” He walked further into the room, slipping his leather jacket from his shoulders and draping it across a rocking chair that sat in the corner. He reached his arm over his opposite shoulder, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head and throwing it to the floor. The yellow scarf came with it.

Marlee gasped at the sight of Declan’s shoulders and chest. He could tell she didn’t want to make the telltale sound, but his chest puffed out with pride that she had. She moved to him, poised to reach once again for his belt, but seemingly waiting for Declan’s lead.
 

“Like what you see, darlin’?”

His little minx gave a nonchalant shrug. “Meh. It’s okay.” But she wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all him.
 

He chuckled at her feigned indifference; he’d seen her eyes widen in appreciation when he’d taken his shirt off. Declan’s grueling physical regimen was solely designed to keep him at his best on the playing field. He’d taken good care of his body, and that had allowed him to play longer than most at this level. He didn’t have the size of a Cole Taylor, but he’d spent plenty of time in the weight room. The effect his body had on women was an added perk.

Marlee moved to Declan and he brushed her blouse and undone bra from her shoulders to the floor, leaving them both naked from the waist up. “Just leveling the playing field.” His hands swept back up her arms after discarding the garments, and came to rest on her shoulders and neck. He stroked her lightly, loving the softness of her pale skin.
 

Marlee eased her neck back slowly, seeming to delight in Declan’s touch. Her neck going back caused her breasts to edge forward so that they came to rest against his chest. The texture of his chest hair tickled her sensitized nipples and her breath left her in a soft hiss. Her hands came to rest on his waist, and he loved the feel of her hands on him.

He pushed her slacks down, past her slim waist, over the flared hips, along the toned thighs and legs that seemed to go on forever. Declan followed the pants path with his hands, and when they had reached the floor, he slid his hands slowly back up her calves and then her thighs, resting his hand on her hips. Her skin was so soft to the touch, with just a sniff of jasmine reaching him. There was definite muscle tone in her legs, but not the hardness of a runner. Probably yoga. It was tone, without the bulk, which, when compared with the linemen on the team, was how Declan would describe his own body.

 
She was only in peach satin panties, trimmed with the smallest hint of lace. Peach. It had matched the now unneeded bra. Classy, yet hot. Declan liked that. He liked it a lot.

“Then, by all means, let’s keep the playing field…level,” Marlee nearly whispered, her throat catching a little bit, as she undid his fly. He ached for her hands to touch his cock, but she slid his jeans down to knee level, then lifted her leg, sliding her toes up Declan’s shin. When her foot reached the waistband of his jeans, she edge her toes into the fly and pushed the jeans to the floor with her foot. Her knee and outside thigh brushed against the inside of Declan’s, along his boxer briefs.

He hurriedly kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, then stepped out of the fallen jeans. He walked her backwards until her legs came in to contact with the side of the bed. “You see, Marlee, in football, it’s all about downs.” He stepped back and pushed her gently at the clavicle until she fell back on to the bed, her knees dangling off the edge. Declan swiftly stepped forward and, in one smooth motion, took the back of her knees, one in each hand, and spread them apart, allowing space for him to move his body to the edge of the bed. To the edge of Marlee. The skin at the back of her knees was baby’s-bottom smooth and just as soft.

“Downs?” Marlee asked as she raised her knees, her feet sliding up his legs. She placed the soles of her feet against the back of his thighs, her legs akimbo, giving Declan an open view of her. He sensed it was a bold move on her part, but he wanted to make her feel bold. Plus, she still had her panties on so she wasn’t totally exposed to him. Yet.

“Yes. Downs. A team has four tries, or four downs, to move the ball ten yards. If they make it, they get another four downs for another ten yards. If they don’t, the other team gets the ball and it’s their turn to try.” He edged forward, still standing straight, not wanting his whole body touching her. Not yet. Declan was a professional athlete and he knew about pacing himself. You wanted to have something left in the fourth quarter.

With Marlee, they could be talking about an overtime situation.

“We’ll call
this
first down.” He pushed his erection, clearly outlined by his briefs, into the juncture of Marlee’s satin panties. The connection was exquisite pain and sounds of pleasure escaped from both of their mouths. Marlee gave a soft sigh and Declan offered up a harsh groan as he began to rub himself against her.

“First down. I get it. God, that feels good.” She lifted her hips slightly so that his motion would touch more of her where she needed it. Heat poured through his body as he watched her move.

“First down always does. Feel good, that is. Getting a first down is like dodging a bullet. You always strive for a first down. The quarterback always knows where exactly on the field the first-down yard line is. Always.” He rubbed against her again, creating a slow, torturous rhythm. “A good QB knows how to get to that spot.”
 

He pulled slightly away from her and gave a self-satisfied growl when he looked down and saw a darker peach on her panties from her wetness.

“QB?”

“Quarterback.”

“Oh, right. Sorry. I’m trying to grasp it all, really.” With that she reached forward and tried to grasp something else as well.

“Nah unh, you don’t want to get penalized for offsides, do you?” He moved just away from her reach, swatted her hand away, then moved back in.

“Offsides?”

“Moving before the ball is snapped.”

“Oh, no. I definitely want to see the ball snapped.” Her eyes devoured him, and his erection seemed to jerk under his shorts.

“You see, on first down, most quarterbacks will try something a little daring, because they’ve got three more downs, so, you know, why not go for it. But me, I figure that’s what they’re looking for, so I usually try something safe, a little old school, and hope for a good reaction.” He leaned over her, bracing his arms on either side of her shoulders, and with no warning, took a taut nipple in his mouth and began to suckle her.
 

Marlee nearly leapt off the bed, and her arched back did clear the comforter. As though she couldn’t handle the erotic sight, she closed her eyes and put her head back and listened to his hard sucking noises. He noticed she liked to listen to him, responded to his voice, his commands. That was good, ’cause he sure had some commands he wanted to give her.

She brought her hands up and buried them in his hair, combing her fingers through his mane. She held his head, pulling him closer to her breasts, which was nearly impossible as Declan was already as close to her as he could get. Except he felt like he could never be too close to Marlee.
 

His head moved over to her other breast and this time he teased the nipple with his tongue, laving the breast completely, before he took it in his mouth and continued sucking.

Bolts of electricity flowed through them both, and she ground her panties into Declan, seeming to desperately wish the cloth barriers would disappear. He was totally with her in that desire.

Needing to feel her flesh, Declan’s arms moved from the bed to Marlee, skimming her sides, playing with her breasts, circling her tummy and then dipping his fingers into the waistband of her panties. He reluctantly took his mouth from her and straightened up, standing above her. The despair of leaving those incredible breasts was quickly replaced with pure lust as he looked down at Marlee.

She looked dazed. Her elegant neck was arched, and her hair, coming undone and in disarray, was tangled about her head, the auburn waves spread out over the maroons and greens of the comforter. Her breasts, reddened and glistening from Declan’s mouth, rose with her excited breathing. The pale alabaster skin now had a blush across it, reaching all the way up to her face.
 

And that face. Marlee’s face. Declan felt a wave of possession just seeing the way she looked up at him. As if he were the only man who had ever made her feel like this. As if he was the only man who could give her what she so needed. Feelings that were too intense to identify raced through him, but he brushed them aside. He’d think about them later. Right now, he had to satisfy Marlee. Instinctively, he knew that to satisfy Marlee would satisfy himself as well.

“If your play on first down works—” Declan began.

“Oh, it definitely worked.” Her hands went to her breasts, feeling the moistness Declan had left. She fingered her nipples, mimicking his motions when they’d been downstairs. The sight of her touching herself where his mouth had just been turned Declan on even more, though he would have sworn that was impossible to do.

“Good. If first down works, then you usually have three or four yards left to get, and you have a choice. To be conservative and run something small to get the yards, or say, ‘Screw it, we can get those on third down, let’s try something to get their attention now.’”

“And what do you do?”

 
His hands were just inside her panties, one at each hip. “Darlin’, I like to get people’s attention.”
 

He curled his fingers around the material and, in one quick motion, ripped Marlee’s panties from her, the satin making a loud tearing sound. He took the shredded panties and raised them in his right hand to his face. While his eyes locked on to her green-gold ones, he put the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Mmmm. Baby, you smell wonderful. Jasmine, satin and…Marlee. I can tell how excited you are from these. How much you want me. You do want me, don’t you, Marlee?”

“Y…y…yes.” She was trembling now. The boldness of his words and actions had stunned her. And aroused her. He could tell she was surprised herself at how much she responded to it.
 

Still holding her panties to his face, he stepped out of her legs, unwrapping her from around him. He took a few quick strides to where his jeans were lying on the floor, picked them up, and grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket. He pulled a condom out of it and dropped the wallet and jeans back to the floor. He was back in the circle of Marlee’s legs in an instant, and dropped the condom beside her on the bed.

“I think second down was successful.” Declan smiled down at her.

“Very. You got my attention.”

“That’s the idea, but for the sake of your education, let’s say it didn’t work. That we got sacked.”

“Sacked?” It was obvious she didn’t know what that was, but her eyes shot to Declan’s groin, to the only sack she was interested in right now. His.
 

Following her gaze, he chuckled. “Sacked is when the quarterback is tackled behind the line of scrimmage.” At Marlee’s confused look, he clarified, “From behind the spot where he started. Moving them backwards.”
 

The look of comprehension shone in Marlee’s eyes. He wasn’t surprised she was catching on so quickly, even as distracted as they were. The woman had a mind that made her body seem average in comparison. And her body was anything but average. Declan couldn’t ever remember being this eager to get inside a woman, and that made him want to drag it out even more.

“Okay, so you’re sacked. Or I guess
I’m
sacked. Whatever. What play do you call now, coach?” She was running her legs up against the back of his thighs. It allowed Declan a full view of Marlee. Her pussy lips were slightly spread, tender and swollen, engorged from his previous touches. Declan let his hands drift softly over them, parting them. She gasped in pleasure. He broke away from her and removed his briefs, needing to have no barriers from her.

“Declan.” It was more of a soft sigh than a spoken word, and the sound made his hard cock jerk. She began to ever so slightly rock her hips.

Declan saw the appreciation in Marlee’s eyes as he stood before her. He knew he was well endowed. He’d spent his life showering with other men—you tended to notice those things. And if you didn’t, others did, and let you know about it.
 

He’d gotten similar looks from other women, but theirs were more of a self-satisfied look; like the size of Declan’s dick was a direct correlation of his desire for them. It wasn’t. He got the same erection for any woman he was fucking.
 

Or so he’d thought.
 

It had never seemed this intense before. Had he ever physically felt the blood rush through the veins of his cock with such clarity before? Had any woman’s gaze at his naked body given him such pleasure? He didn’t think so. There were a lot of firsts for him with Marlee, which, after all these years, and all the women, was a definite treat.

His fingers moved back to her center, lightly teasing, She was slick, wet, hot for him. He did this to her. He had another flash of possession.
He
did this to her. Declan made Marlee this wet, had her rolling her hips, moving herself forward, wanting his fingers to go further.

She edged closer to him, though her bottom was at the end of the mattress, and Declan brought his erection close, guiding it with one hand while he spread her lips wide with the other. He stroked himself against Marlee’s tight clit, circling it with his swollen head. The sensation was delicious.