PLAYED - A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE (5 page)

Every few weeks?

How much sex does this dude
HAVE?

I felt his tremendous size pushing inwards, stretching my body and
testing my limits.

All semblances of composure and concentration flew straight out the
window. It was all I could do to keep my head as he thrust himself deeper
inward.

“Oh
fuck me sideways
,” I
moaned. “There’s
no way
this is gonna
fit…”

“It’s working out nicely so far,” Lex chuckled, holding me down as he
pushed another inch inside. “Go on, just relax… we’re already halfway there,
love…”

I adjusted my hips, spurred on his words.

“Come on, then,” I murmured. “Let’s do this.”

With a cocky little grin, Lex pushed deeper. His rock-hard weapon
pierced further into my trembling folds, pulling deep moans from my lips and
forcing him to groan with intensity.

“
Fuck,
Riley, you’re so
goddamn
tight
around my cock…” He
murmured with conviction. “I’m not even all the way in, yet. It’s so hot
inside….”

“You feel so good inside me,” I cooed between moans, my fingers
clenching into the bedding again. Truth be told, it felt like he was splitting
me apart… but oddly, it was an intensely
satisfying
way to go. If he really did break me in two, it would be worth it. “Hold on
a minute, please.”

“Okay,” he hurriedly responded, pausing in the onward march of his thick
cock.

I gathered my breath and fought my body, forcing myself to relax a
little more. Biting my bottom lip and closing my eyes, I thought of babbling
brooks, rustling meadows in the wind, and the scent of the forests…

All imagery that helped me limber up and get into the zone of painting.

My eyes flew back open, and I nodded.

I was as relaxed as I was ever gonna be.

Lex slowly pushed further inside, tactfully retreating an inch whenever
necessary, only to regain his ground and then some. Within a few more moments,
I could feel him hilt himself against my hips, and I realized that I’d taken
the entire cock into me.

“Oh
fuck,
Lex,” I murmured
with a gasp.

He pulled his hips back for a moment, and then pushed forward again,
slowly easing me into a rocking motion. I gradually met and matched his rhythm,
pushing myself to accept this tremendous rod of white-iron iron within my wet
pussy, stretching my walls and pushing me to my very limits.

His hand clasped around my mouth, sealing my lips. In light protest, I
tried to vocalize indignation, but he was already grasping my bare breast with
the free hand, squeezing the supple flesh and teasing the erect nipple between
his fingers.

The tactic worked, redirecting my attention as he lowered his lips to
the other nipple. By deftly pleasing my exposed chest, he pushed a fresh flood
of mounting sensations into my head – letting me ease into the rocking of our
hips.

Thank god he was so tall.

My thighs spread a little further, and then I snapped my ankles
together, clasped around his hips. My heel nestled into the small of his back
as I kept him close, tightly controlled against my body.

Meanwhile, his lips found mine, crushing against me as he steadied
himself with his forearms locked down on either side of my shoulders. I coerced
him to move them closer, and he constrained me between them, binding both of us
together for this carnal throe of pleasure.

His hips began to pick up the tempo, and I grew accustomed to his speed.
I was just relaxed enough to enjoy the sensations, and my legs wrapped around
him kept Lex from jackhammering into my sopping wet pussy with that
unfathomable tool of his.

He really
will
tear me apart if he does
that,
I thought to myself briefly…

But it was hard to cling to any reasonably sentient thoughts as I became
overwhelmed by his power. Lex held me down beneath him, carefully but
powerfully thrusting into my body, again and again…

Moans escaped my lips, and my strength began to sap from my limbs. I
realized that my fingernails had been digging into his shoulders tightly.

I released my grip, letting my whitened knuckles return to their
natural, pinkish color. Meanwhile, my ankles slipped apart, and I steadied
myself beneath him as he fucked me.

But Lex grew tired of this position, and soon I was forced onto all
fours in front of him. His fingers pressed against my folds, one slipping in to
test my chasm.

“You’re still so wet for me, Riley,” my partner groaned with gratification.
“I love how much you want this.”

“That’s right,” I cooed, wiggling my hips just a little. My eyes widened
as he began to stroke that huge cock, and I hastily added: “Just be gentle,
okay?”

“You don’t want gentle,” he answered, his smirk telling me everything
about his levels of confidence… or was it
arrogance
at this point?

“I do at first,” I insisted. “If you tear me in half, you realize that
you won’t be able to fuck me again, right?”

“A valid point,” he added quickly, pressing the crown of his head into
my folds. I turned back around, steadying my hands. One pressed out flat
against the headboard, while the other squeezed the top.

Thinking quick, I moved it out before my fingers were crushed,
flattening my palm across the top and the wall.

It was a good thing that I did.

I felt his cock surge halfway into my yearning pussy, and I screamed out
the only syllable that I could grasp: “
FUCK!”

“We have not yet even
begun
to
fuck, Riley,” Lex whispered in my ear as he bent over my ass. With a slight
nip, he tugged the lobe between the teeth, then nestled his lips into my ear:

“But after this… you’ll never be able to call another piss-poor shag a
proper
fuck
ever again…”

Chapter 4

Lex

When my eyes flickered open the following morning, something felt
different.

An arm… over my chest…

The events of the night flooded back into my memory banks, and I
remembered the boastful upstart that had wandered into the pub and taken over
my entire evening.

Here she was –
Riley
, I
recalled quickly – fast asleep and curled up beside me.

As I let myself play back through the roulette of positions we’d
experienced, long into the night, I drew a quick and effective conclusion…

It had been a rather satisfying evening.

I allowed myself to stare at the ceiling for a few minutes as I felt her
chest rise and fall with her deep, slumbering breaths.

This was the first time that I’d been self-conscious of this small,
rather quaint hotel room. Against Jess’s desires, I’d insisted on renting
something small and unassuming… after all, I didn’t want to call any attention
to myself while I was here. She could have picked another hotel a few streets
over, but as my publicist, she’d insisted on rooming nearby.

She settled for a floor down.

Jess was used to living to a certain standard of living. It came with
the territory when you represented some hefty clients, including one of the
biggest sports stars in the entire world. Luckily for her, the others were rather
low-key, never causing a whole lot of trouble for her representation.

I was handful enough to make up for that.

But now, I somewhat regretted this decision. It was my nature to want my
sexual conquests to wake up and see the extravagance in which I lived. Of
course, I was going to just kick them straight out, but I liked to leave an
impression.

I could feel Riley murmur against me now. She deserved some rest after
the night that we’d had together. After all, once she’d grown a little more
accustomed to my size, she had become surprisingly voracious.

It was difficult for her to keep up with me, but damn, did she try. All
that pent-up energy from being away from my training had reflected itself into
our time between the sheets.

For the first time in ages, I actually felt like getting back to work...
After that marathon of sex last night, I could stand to do some sprints, knock
out some
leg day
, or even just swim
some laps and streamline my athletic build a little more.

A bothersome thought occurred to me.

It dawned on me that I hadn’t heard from Jess since the late afternoon.
However, my phone had buzzed a several times during my wild coupling with my
new friend here, Riley.

I reached for my phone, unlocking it with a few button taps, and then…

The knocking at the door drew my attention.
Didn’t I put a “Do Not Disturb” on the door? Is this the kind of
service to expect at a
layman’s
hotel?

The knocking resumed, harder now.

“Lex? Lex, I know you’re in there!”

Riley shifted around in her sleep slightly, and then her eyes darted
open. “Who is that?” She sleepily asked, and I groaned my response.

“That would be Jess.”

She looked at me inquisitively, but I didn’t think anything of it at the
time. Instead, I ascended from the bed, tossing on a pair of boxers and my
pajama bottoms.

With Riley’s eyes on me as she drew the bedding up to her neck, I lazily
sauntered over towards the door and unlocked it.

“Lex, you idiot! Why haven’t you been answering my–”

I slid into position to block Riley from sight, but Jess had already
seen her. Glancing over my shoulder, she looked at me with a mixture of
surprise and disappointment.

“Lex, what the fuck?”

“I met her yesterday,” I responded sleepily. “She spent the night.”

“Yeah, I can obviously see that… hell of a night for you to pick,
though,” Jess crossed her arms, a telling smirk plastered across her face.
“I’ve been trying to catch you for hours…”

“Why, what is it?” I asked curiously.

Jess was always bad at hiding her emotions. Disappointment, maybe even
fear, clouded her expression almost immediately. She took a deep sigh, and I
knew the following news couldn’t be good…

I heard rustling from the bed behind me. I’d almost forgotten about last
night’s lay, and for a little privacy, I held the door ajar and stepped
partially out.

“Out with it!” I hissed the demand.

Jess’s expression hardened – and then I
knew
the news was going to slay me. “A friend of mine in the agency
says that Brett Barker is already considering…
alternate
possibilities for the latest contract.”

My blood ran cold.

“Who?”

“My source itself is reliable, but the information… we’re not exactly–”

“Not
another
word that doesn’t
answer the fucking question,” I told her in no uncertain terms. “We both knew
this could be a possibility. So tell me…
who
is it?
”

Jess took a deep breath.

“Alistair Pritch.”

My heart plummeted into my stomach. Pritch was a defender on our team,
and a fiercely competitive one at that. His role was to protect the goalie and
ensure that the football didn’t
dare
progress
into the goalkeeper’s box… and he was very,
very
good at it.

He was also my singular proper rival in the sport – the one person who
kept me on top of my game by sheer necessity.

“Pritch…” I responded blankly.

“That’s right,” Jess bit her bottom lip. “Alistair Pritch is in the
running. My source tells me that he’s the favourite contender for the
contract.”

It wasn’t just a simple rivalry between players. The National Team drew
in the best football players from the entire country, from various leagues and
teams. It just so happened that his and my teams were, for most of our careers,
bitter rivals through and through.

The goal for the National Team, as with
any
represented country, was to blur oppositions and contests to string
together the best of the best.

Of which I was the king.

But Alistair… Alistair Pritch was the wicked chancellor to my reign. A
viper in the grass, he followed orders and obeyed my directions… so long as
there wasn’t any foolhardy alternative that would propel himself into the
spotlight.

The crowd loved him, too. I might be
Lightning
Lex Lambert,
but the world knew Alistair Pritch as
The Renegade
. Pritch was clever; his disobedience was a wildcard
for my game plans, but he made decisions that I had to begrudgingly call sound.
He’d never make it look like he was actively rebelling against me – it was
always a spur of the moment, completely reflexive maneuver.

And it had helped win more games than I was willing to admit. Pritch was
always keeping me on my toes, and always forcing me to stay sharp.

Our rivalry was legendary.

And now he was trying to rip my contract out from under me before I
could even sign a page.

“I’m going,” Riley muttered as she pushed past me into the hallway,
fully dressed. I could only give a distracted, dumbfounded nod as she
disappeared around the corner and stormed off.

What the fuck is
her
problem?
I thought to
myself absentmindedly.
I just got the
worst fucking news of my week…

“So, who the hell was
that?
”
Jess asked curiously, glancing down the direction my partner for the evening
had disappeared.

“That was… Riley,” I commented.

“Oh yeah? Why the sudden change? Thought you were going to lay low and,
you know,
avoid
causing any sort of
scandal while you were here…” She side-eyed me with a grin as I led her back
into the hotel room. “Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, yeah?”

“It was a little different from that,” I recalled apathetically, still
sucker-punched by this new tidbit of information.

Alistair Pritch, of all
fucking people?
Although, it made
sense
, in a way that made my blood boil
…

“Oh yeah? Different
how?
”

I didn’t give any thought to the answer, which is probably why it was a
particularly honest, straightforward one.

“Riley impressed me.”

“She…
impressed
you?” Jess
seemed shocked. “This is new. Impressed you
how
,
exactly?”

“The girl had no idea who I was, and she took charge,” I thought aloud.
“Such unwavering confidence. The girl knew how to stir me up, and she kept me
on my toes.”

“And you just let her scamper off like that?” Jess asked, cocking her
head to the side.

“What are you getting at?”

My best friend shrugged. “I don’t know. For a minute there, it
almost
sounded like you
respect
her.”

“Maybe I do,” I answered noncommittally.

“Doesn’t sound like any
Lightning
Lex Lambert
that I know,” Jess chuckled, pulling out a chair from under the
obligatory writing desk and seating herself.

“Yeah, well. Maybe I’m trying on something new,” I answered, stepping
into the bathroom to wash my hands in the sink. I raising my voice over the
hot, running water. “You know. Seeing how I like it.”

“Well, pissing off your
something
new
isn’t such a good idea!” She called out loudly from the other room.

“What do you mean,
pissing her off?
”
I asked, wiping my hands clean with a stiff, rough hand towel as I strolled
back into the main room.

“What, you didn’t see that look on her face?” Jess sharply took in a
breath for emphasis. “She was
livid.
Doesn’t
surprise me, though…”

“You’re speaking cryptically,” I simmered. “You know that I don’t like
cryptic
. Get on with it.”

“How does it look to you?” She asked. “She’s half-asleep, all cuddled up
to you or whatever, and then some strange woman answers the door. You get up,
you get into some hushed, heated conversation, all mysterious and shit, and
then when she tries to make a show of storming off, you just let her? You
realize that she was mad, and you didn’t even
bother
trying to stop her.”

I didn’t like the sound of that.

“That’s not what it was at all.”

“
Context,
Lex,” Jess shook her
head. “She doesn’t know who you are… unless you told her.”

“Didn’t tell her a thing,”

“Right. So, she doesn’t know who
you
are… she doesn’t know who
I
am… and
she’s totally in the dark as to the secrecy. Hell, it probably looked like I’m
some jilted ex-wife or some shit, coming to bother you.”

I hadn’t considered that.

“Fuck me,” I grumbled.

I glanced down at my pajama pants.

“I’m… not exactly equipped for this right now,” I muttered. “You’re my
publicist. Go catch her.”

“I barely saw the chick,” Jess shrugged. “Besides, I wouldn’t know where
to start. I’m not exactly private eye material, you know.”

Grumbling, I pulled upon my wardrobe and whipped out a few choice
garments. “Fine. I’ll handle it. If I’m lucky, she might come to me.”