Read Tackled (Alpha Ballers #1) Online
Authors: Lucy Snow
We finished up eating and I paid the bill. We got up and walked out of the restaurant, and I made no attempt to hide how much I was ogling Lily in her sexy dress. I didn’t even ask her to dress up this time, she just automatically did.
That was hot as fuck.
We walked down the street along the sidewalk, away from the car, just two people taking a stroll. Of course I had just played in a preseason football game a couple hours earlier and Lily had covered the game for the Globe, but if you saw us in that moment, you wouldn’t be able to tell anything was out of the ordinary.
Lily slipped her arm into mine and we walked on, neither of us saying a word. This was weird, we were doing date-like stuff but it seemed pretty clear, at least to me, that what we were doing couldn’t continue too much longer. We came from different worlds and we were going in different directions.
All these thoughts ran through my head and I tried to get them to go away, because what was becoming abundantly clear to me was that I was falling for the girl assigned to cover me for the Boston Globe, the girl whose hand was making its way toward mine.
I really shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself - I was falling for Lily Pearson. Sure we fought all the time and when we weren’t having sex we were probably at each other’s throats, but at the same time she was the only person who believed in me. She wanted me to succeed, and even though she had a stake in it too, it felt so genuine that I didn’t care that she might have an ulterior motive.
She lifted me up when I was down, and that was so rare. Besides being deliriously sexy, that one fact was huge. Plus, the whole brilliant and talented writer thing.
“You know, Drake,” Lily piped up, “what you said earlier about believing in yourself, I think you could do a little bit more of that too.”
“What do you mean? I believe in myself enough for two guys. Enough for three!”
She giggled, then got serious. “We both know that’s just on the surface, though. You talk a big game, but you want to belong just as much as the rest of us do. You want to be a part of the team.”
“Yeah…”
“All I’m saying is that you need to truly believe that you can make it, and the put in the work it takes. It’s just as simple as that. I talked to the coaches. They’re definitely not sold on you yet, but they haven’t closed the door. If you do well in these next couple preseason games they might be willing to take a shot on you.”
I stopped. “You talked to the coaches about me?”
“Yeah, I did. Don’t look so surprised, it’s part of my job.”
“Right.”
“Anyway, you can still make the team.”
“I just gotta put in the work.”
“Exactly.”
Then we turned around and headed back to the car.
CHAPTER 19 - LILY
We made it back to my room without anyone seeing us, and as the door closed behind us, I was in Drake’s arms.
I breathed in deeply, letting Drake envelop me. I closed my eyes and gave up trying to keep standing, letting him guide me wherever he wanted. His kiss was deep and rough, pushing me away with its force while his arm around my waist pulled me in closer. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in.
I knew I was moaning, but didn’t know when I’d started and I didn’t care if anyone heard me. I needed this. I needed him. We kissed with abandon.
After a minute Drake relaxed his arm around my waist and I took the opportunity to come up for air, almost dizzy with want and need. We separated, smiling to each other. I looked down, making sure his shirt was clean; he looked straight at me. I could feel him devour me with his gaze, and it made me nervous and happy in equal amounts.
I could tell my face was flush, and in a rush I remembered where we were. I felt a little embarrassed, and turned away from him as best I could despite the magnetic pull that he seemed to exert on me without any outward effort.
He looked down at me, small next to him despite my higher than usual heels. I wondered if Drake liked my outfit, if he recognized that this was not how I normally dressed. That I’d dressed like this, with care, with extra care, today, just for him. How could he have known?
Drake pulled me back in close, so fast and tight that I gasped in surprise. His kiss was equally fast, but I’d regained my senses and was expecting, no, more like hoping it would come again, my lips still woozy from our kissing.
Our tongues danced together, a hint of what was soon to come.
When he stopped I moaned out loud like a harlot, so expressively that if anyone was walking down the hall they would have heard me. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered except him and me.
I could feel Drake’s powerful grip on my ass, squeezing me till I felt just a hint of pain. He kissed me, short and sweet, and I just let his wonderful tongue into my mouth.
He wasted no time, turning me around and standing behind me and letting his warm hands massage my shoulders and neck. I relaxed into his touch, feeling myself become even freer and more sensual by the moment. In real life I was a journalist, but in this room, alone with Drake Rollins, I was a sexual vixen.
The way he touched me never ceased to amaze me. It felt like a drug, one that I’d been clean and sober from for so long before getting yet another hit.
I wanted him. Badly.
“Ooooh, Drake,” I moaned at his touch. I couldn’t help it any longer. I could feel him loosening my neck and I let my head drift forward. He noticed the knots of tension in my neck and concentrated there. We hadn’t even made it past the doorway of my room and I was already putty in his hands.
Every time Drake’s fingers kneaded my shoulders and neck a sharp ping of pleasure would pulse through my body like an electric shock. As he continued I got more and more sensitive to it. Soon he wasn’t just touching my shoulder, he exposed my skin with his fingers and started kissing me up and down my neck and collarbone, making me groan with need.
“Drake,” I breathed, raising my hands and clasping them around his head as he kissed me, “you’re so wicked, turning me on like this.”
He grunted and continued kissing me. After a moment I let one hand drop down and caress his thigh over his tight and fitted suit pants. Drake turned into me and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his pants and my dress. I remembered its size and how it felt entering me and my mouth started to water.
I pushed myself back against the hard muscles of his body, just barely covered by the trappings of modern society. Drake was a lion and I was his prey. I could feel his stiff erection push back against me. The stimulation was getting to be too much but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed more.
Without warning, I turned around so I could face him. Drake stayed silent, the look in his eyes betraying just how much passion and lust he felt for me in that moment. I pressed my lips to his, eager to feel him on me, to cover myself up in him, to wrap him around me. I wanted him to shelter me from all that was outside this room, keep me here as long as he could.
As we kissed I felt signal fires light all over my body. It was as though I was waking up for the first time. I wondered if he was surprised at how ardent my kisses were. Drake was used to being in charge, so I wondered how he felt about me pushing on to him like this.
We slowly stepped into the main area of the room, staying connected the entire time, and being just careful enough to keep from falling over. He sat on the ottoman in the living room area and I sat in his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck. He held me close with his arms, his hands sliding up and down my body as we kissed. One hand started to move up my dress and I moaned as he tickled my inner thigh on his way to my pussy.
His fingers lightly brushed against my panties barely covering my aching pussy. I closed my eyes and inched my lower body closer to his touch, wanting to feel Drake inside me. Just as he started to wrap his fingers around my panties and pull them out of the way, I stood up, smiling at him.
Drake stayed seated, smiling back, knowing what I was up to. I lifted my dress up and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. As much as I wanted him to see the sexy and lacy stuff I’d worn for him today, I had other ideas in mind at the moment.
Drake stood up and watched me as I stepped back and lowered my panties to the floor, slowly. My eyes never left his, my cheeky smile never faltered. I let the panties hit the floor and stepped out of them, still wearing my heels.
By now Drake had unzipped himself and I could see his cock for the first time in what felt like ages, long and hard. Drake pulled me forward and turned me around, bending me over as I came to a stop. I put my hands down on the ottoman we’d just been sitting on, and looked back at him expectantly. He took his time, putting a condom on as if I wasn’t even in the room.
I thought he’d take the opportunity to push his cock into me. “Please, Drake, I need it.” I even reached back to take ahold of his cock and guide him into me. Drake didn’t let me, though, pushing my hand away. He wrapped one huge hand around his shaft and started teasing my pussy lips with it.
It felt amazing, feeling my pussy coat his cock with the juices of my desire. I needed him inside me and I pushed my whole body back against him using the ottoman as leverage. Still, Drake resisted, but I felt his cock get closer and closer to my hole. I thought he would finally fuck me, and I moaned in anticipation, but he kept on tapping his cock against my pussy and moving back.
“Please, Drake, don’t do this to me.” I was getting desperate. “Please just fuck me. I need it.” I kept pushing myself back, closer to him, closer to the source of all my pleasure, and he kept holding back.
Then with a start, he pushed inside me. His cock, already covered in the evidence of how much I needed him, slid into me so easily that he didn’t even have to pull out and thrust again to go all the way in, and I could soon feel his balls touching my skin.
Drake reached up and put one of his hands around my waist. Lifting up my dress from the front, he started playing with my clit while he fucked me. His other hand was on hips, guiding my body as we moved back and forth, rhythmically slapping into each other.
I was so wet, he slid in and out with almost no friction, but I still gasped at how full I felt. I had completely forgotten how thick Drake’s cock was. His cock pushed in and pulled out of me, and with one hand on my clit and the other keeping me in place I was almost ready to cum already.
After a minute Drake slowed down, and I thought he wanted to change positions. I was happy to, but I loved being bent over and fucked like this. He didn’t change positions after all, though, just took his fingers off my clit and moved them upward, inside my dress till he reached my breasts, covered in my lacy bra.
I moaned as he played with my tits through my bra, squeezing them and tweaking my hard nipples. My breasts had always been so sensitive, as Drake was learning. We continued like that until I came for the first time, pushing back against him one last time as I moaned hard and loud, unashamed at the pleasure I was feeling, Drake’s cock deep inside me.
As I came, Drake kept pushing in and pulling out of me, each nipple tweak sending aftershocks up and down my body. I nearly went limp, but Drake’s powerful arms kept me up till most of my earth shattering orgasm had finished and I could stay up on my own power.
I sighed as he pulled his cock out of me, still hard. I stood up, slowly, turning around to face him, feeling empty now that Drake was no longer inside me, wanting him back in, but still luxuriating in the after pulses of my orgasm. He was wicked; we were so in tune that just regular sex with him felt incredible.
“You didn’t finish yet.” I wanted to make sure that he enjoyed it, got as much pleasure from fucking me as I got from it. His hands wrapped around me again, pulling me in close.
“Take off your dress, Lily.” His voice was low and rough, but had a musical quality to it that always made me quiver, even as far back as college.
I couldn’t keep myself from obeying him even if I wanted to, and I pulled back from his grip to start unzipping my dress, enjoying watching Drake’s eyes go wide at the sight of my deep blue lacy bra.
When I got the zipper down to the bottom, I stood before him motionless until Drake reached up and slid the dress off my shoulders. I felt the rush of cool air against my skin, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“You too,” I breathed, wanting to see him out of those clothes as soon as possible. Any barrier between us was too much. He looked gorgeous in clothes, but we were better off when he was naked and fucking me again without delay.
“You’ll undress me when you’re finished, Lily.” I nodded, standing before Drake in just my bra and matching heels.
“That’s as much help as you’ll get from me,” he growled after unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. I laughed and came toward him, kissing him before starting on his shirt.
Drake didn’t make it easy. As soon as I got close to him his hands were all over me, feeling me up, squeezing my tits and ass, sticking a finger or two inside me. It was not easy to concentrate on getting him naked, but I persevered.
Within a minute he was completely naked, and I stood back to drink him in, reveling in his gorgeous male body.
“Make sure you thank your personal trainer for me,” I quipped, feeling his solid abs.
“I’ll be sure and do that when I get the chance,” Drake replied, before reaching up and unclasping my bra from the front. I wondered how he knew it opened from the front. I shrugged my way out of it. We stood before each other, naked. I felt odd with my heels on but no clothes, but it also felt super sexy too.
Before I had any idea what he was doing, Drake picked me up and threw me onto the bed, coming after me as soon as I landed. When I landed I moaned loudly from surprise and the pressure of hitting it at speed.
Drake was on top of me by the time my eyes opened back up, holding my arms above my head with one hand while he wrapped the other around one of my breasts. Using his tongue he lapped at the other one. I felt his huge cock poking around my pussy, and inhaled deeply as he pushed into me again, filling me up on the first stroke.