Chapter 22 #2
I nodded. “And I do remember you saying you needed a home base, and you said you had a townhouse, but I didn’t expect this.
I mean, this place makes sense with you being on the active roster and getting at least the league minimum.
But you said practice squad gets paid weekly because you could be gone the next week.
How…?” I put my hands to my face as I realized I was rambling.
“It’s not my business. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be—”
“No,” he interrupted, grabbing my hand and tugging me. “You can ask me whatever you want.”
“I’m being nosy.”
He put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him. “Ask me.”
“How did you buy a home with a week-to-week job? Is that not risky? Obviously, it worked out now because you have a contract.” I let my fingers dance up his arms before resting on his shoulders. “But … how?”
“I didn’t use the money from football for this. My mom invested my dad’s life insurance, damn near tripled it, and put it in a trust that I couldn’t get until after I graduated college. By that time, it was more than enough for me to get this.”
“Your mom is smart.”
He nodded. “Yeah. So, if I did get traded or go to a different practice squad, I could do something temporary like a hotel or a month-to-month lease, and in the offseason, I’d come back home.”
Something about the way he said home jogged a memory for me. Reaching up, I touched his face, lightly scratching his beard. I pulled him down to me so our lips could touch before I whispered, “Did you make Baltimore your home because of your dad?”
His fingers stilled, and he just stared at me.
A few seconds passed before he answered.
“Yeah,” he uttered. His eyes searched mine. “Every time you do that, it makes me want you more.”
“Do what?”
“See me,” he answered softly, before pressing his lips against my forehead and then against my lips.
Pulling out of the kiss, I stared into his brown eyes and felt a stirring within me. His sincerity and earnestness always managed to soothe my mind, endear my heart, and set my body on fire.
“I…”
Say it now, I encouraged myself. Tell him how you feel.
Cupping my cheeks, he searched my eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.
And it wasn’t just my body talking—I meant it. I trusted him. I’d trusted him since the day I decided to climb into his SUV and let him drive me to a different town twenty-four hours after we’d met.
“Come here,” he whispered, grabbing my hand and leading me back inside.
As soon as we made it down the steps, he spun me around and covered my mouth with his. He guided us down the hall to his bedroom with our lips engaged and our tongues caressing. He backed me into a wall and kissed me harder, his dick pressing against me.
I quivered with want.
Breaking the kiss momentarily, he stripped me out of my tennis dress and unhooked my bra. As he pulled the straps from my arms, desire and lust flashed in his eyes. As I stood before him in just my G-string and sneakers, he made me feel so incredibly sexy.
“I love when you look at me like that,” I murmured.
He pulled the shirt from his body and tossed it in the pile with my belongings. “Like what?”
“Like … you want me.”
Under his gaze, he had me discombobulated.
To say that he looked at me like he wanted me was the most simplistic way for me to describe it.
Because it was more than just him wanting and desiring me.
It was him seeing and understanding me. It was him getting me.
It was him knowing what I wanted and what I needed in the moment.
It was him needing me in the same capacity that I needed him.
But what’s the word for that?
His eyes swept up and down my body before he met my gaze. “I do want you.”
“Good. I want you, too.”
I gasped when he scooped me in his arms and his bare chest met mine. It was like our bodies were charged and the electricity between us was crackling.
“Do you remember me telling you what I wanted to do to you?” he asked as he set me on my feet in front of his bed. Leaning down, he rested his hands on my hips and his lips against the shell of my ear. “What I’ve thought about doing to you since I laid eyes on you.”
My breathing hitched. “You want to tie me up.”
His eyes were trained on me. “Yes. I do.” His hands ran up my sides, over my breasts, and around my neck. “If you’ll let me … If you want me to.”
“Yes.”
Squeezing my throat slightly, he licked his lips. “Say it.”
“I want you to tie me up.”
“Good,” he breathed, sliding his hands down my breasts, over my belly. When he got to my hips, he ran his fingertips along the waistband of my G-string before cupping my ass. He pulled me firmly into the bulge in his shorts. “Let me take care of you. Let me show you how much I want you.”
“Yes, please,” I murmured.
Without warning, he crashed his mouth into mine, causing me to moan.
Our hands were all over each other. I found myself pushing his shorts and boxer briefs off his hips, freeing the erection I’d felt but had yet to see.
Thick, long, and hard with a slight curve to the right, his dick was beautiful. I wanted to look at it, but I wasn’t ready to end the kiss. Instead, I wrapped my fingers around his girth and squeezed gently. The low groan that escaped him made my lower body clench.
He pulled out of the kiss, and his heated gaze took me in. “You are so sexy.”
“So are you,” I replied, running my hand over the length of him.
“I’ve thought about this since I asked you for your number.
” He took three steps backward before he turned and went to his chest of drawers.
“In our first conversation, you said you had a lot going on. And all I wanted to do was lighten your load. Most of that was because I liked you immediately.” He reached into the top drawer before pulling out a blindfold and a box.
He turned, approaching me with his dick leading the way.
“But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t also because of how sexy you are.
How your ass moves to its own rhythm when you walk.
How your nipples harden with the slightest touch.
How your mouth opens wide when you laugh.
How your lips spread when you smile. How your eyes burn into me when you’re listening.
How just your scent does it for me.” He put the box on the nightstand.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.
” He put the blindfold on me, sliding it to my forehead so I could still see.
“I’ve wanted to tie you up since the moment you said you had a lot going on. ”
I gasped as he trailed his lips down my neck and chest.
“Because I might not be able to control how you feel about anything else in your life…” He attached his hot mouth around my left nipple and then my right, sucking as he yanked my G-string down. After I stepped out of it, he kissed his way up to my lips. “But I can control how you feel in here.”
I moaned into his mouth.
“Can I take care of you?” he asked me softly. “Can I show you how bad I want you?”
I bit my bottom lip. “Yes.”
“Get in the middle of the bed,” he commanded.
I did as I was told.
The California king–sized mattress was firm yet soft. It was exactly what I’d expect of an athlete his size. When I pulled back the comforter and felt the bamboo sheets, that was a pleasant surprise.
Who put you on to bamboo? I wondered as he went to his box and pulled out two sets of wristband cuffs.
After attaching something to the mattress, he put the cuffs around my wrists and tied me to the bed. My heart rate ticked up as he did the same thing to my ankles. Swallowing hard, I found myself fully exposed and in the X position as Lamar stared at me.
He ran his hand over his dick as he appraised me and his work. “You look so fucking good,” he marveled.
I would’ve imagined I’d be self-conscious in such a vulnerable position. But I wasn’t at all. The longer he stared at me, the harder he stroked. The harder he stroked, the wetter I became.
When his eyes met mine, he whispered, “Even better than I imagined.”
He went to his closet, and when he came back, he had a metal rod in his hand.
My brows furrowed. “What’s that?”
“A spreader bar,” he answered, bringing it to my face so I could see it closely. “I’m going to unlock your ankles from the bed and connect them to this bar. It’s going to keep your legs open nice and wide for me. But you won’t be pinned to the bed with this.”
After he explained it, he attached the bar to the cuffs around my ankles. Once I was attached, he lifted the bar and my legs in one foul swoop as a demonstration. Licking his lips, he inspected his handiwork.
“Are you comfortable? These are all new, so let me know if it’s good. I don’t want it scratching your skin.”
“I’m good.”
Once satisfied, he climbed on the bed between my open legs and kissed just below my belly button.
My entire body felt it.
“This looks so good on you,” he said as he kissed right above my belly ring. “It fits you.” He kissed his way between my breasts, then up my chest and neck before hovering over my lips. “Are you ready?”
I wanted him to kiss me. When I lifted my head, our lips brushed. “Do I need a safe word?”
Looking into my eyes, he brought his nose to mine. “You’re always safe with me,” he assured me softly. “At any point you want me to stop, I’ll stop. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
I nodded, rubbing the tip of my nose against his. “Okay.”
He kissed me, and when he pulled away, he smiled. “You ready for me?”
“Yes.”
I bit down on my bottom lip as he slid down my blindfold.
I couldn’t see anything, but I could sense his presence and feel his eyes on me.