The Screw Ball (Indianapolis Lightning Book 3) Page 8

“Do you have a condom?” she asks.

  Fuck, shit, god-dammit. I internally start running through things in my mind, hoping and praying that I have a condom stuck in my wallet. “Let me check,” I tell her, pushing off her and sliding off the bed. I locate my jeans in the heaping pile of clothes on the floor, pulling my wallet from my back pocket. I rummage through it, looking through all of it for one. Coming up empty, I toss the offending piece of leather on the floor, pissed that I don’t have one on me. “Fuck!” I curse under my breath. “Looks like we’re out of luck,” I grumble in my annoyance.

  “Maybe check the minibar?” Carmen suggests and I spring into action. I pull every box and bottle from the area, not seeing what I need.

  “Check those little boxes, maybe?” Carmen says, pointing to two small boxes on the edge of the minibar. One is a sewing kit. Who knew they still made those? Hallelujah, I could almost sing to the angels above. The second box is saving this night for me, for sure. Inside is three condoms and three packets of lube. I toss the box to Carmen, who’s still on the bed, just sitting up now as she watched me clear out the minibar.

  “Who would have thought the damn minibar would be saving us tonight?” I ask as I crawl back into the bed. I sit back on my haunches and stroke my cock.

  “Can I?” Carmen asks, a little timidly, holding up the condom so I can see. She’s already torn the package open and has the condom between her fingers.

  “Fuck yes, you can,” I tell her, letting go of my cock.

  I watch as she reaches out for it, giving me two strokes before she places the condom over my crown and rolls it down my shaft. “God-damn your hands feel amazing,” I tell her, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

  The moment our lips connect, it is like fucking fireworks go off overhead. I could seriously kiss this woman for hours, definitely every day.

  With the condom firmly in place, I roll us back to how we were before, with Carmen under me. My cock slides through her folds again as I capture her lips in a bruising kiss. I roll my hips, hitting her clit with my crown, which has her moaning into my mouth. I roll them once more before I reach down, aligning myself with her entrance and then thrusting inside. I don’t stop until I’m balls deep and holy-fucking-shit. I’ve never felt something so perfect a day in my life.

  “Fuck, Carmen, you’re perfect,” I tell her as we break the kiss. I start out thrusting slowly, letting my cock tease her as I drag it out and quickly snap my hips to thrust back inside. I repeat this a handful of times. Each drag of my cock has Carmen digging her nails into my back. I’m sure she’s drawn blood by now, but fuck it, the bite of pain is egging me on.

  “Faster,” she moans, and I listen. Quickening my rhythm, my hips start snapping back and forth fast as I feel her body start to flutter around my shaft. I adjust one of her legs to sit up higher on my hip, which in turn allows me to slide just a hair deeper, hitting yet another trigger spot deep inside her pussy.

  “Take what you need, baby,” I tell her, wanting her to use my body to reach that ultimate release. “Fuck,” I growl as I feel the tingle at the base of my spine start to strengthen before it slides down into my balls and shaft.

  It all happens too quickly, I’m not even sure I know what happens first, but I do know that I come so hard I see stars behind my eyes as I empty into the condom with Carmen’s body milking me as she comes hard.

  I roll our sweat-slick bodies as I collapse onto the bed. I didn’t want to crush her and that is exactly what would have happened had I collapsed on top.

  I kiss her shoulder as I attempt to suck in a few calming breaths. “You good?” I ask once my breathing has returned to almost normal.

  “Yeah,” she says, pushing up from the bed. I watch as she starts to walk out of the room.

  “Where are you going?” I call out, just as I hear the bathroom door snick shut. I stay on the bed, sprawled out with every part of my body on display, hoping she’ll return, and we can do that all again.

  Twelve

  Carmen

  “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck” I chant to myself as I stand at the bathroom sink looking at my reflection in the mirror. What did I just do? Why did I just let Lucas ravish my body like he did? That man is talented. My body has never felt so good, nor do I think I’ve ever come that hard. I’m not usually one that can orgasm during intercourse, so the fact that I did is saying something.

  I sit down and pee quickly. The last thing I need while on the road is a UTI. I contemplate jumping in the shower to wash off the sex sweat, but wonder if that would be more awkward with Lucas still in my room. I grab the fluffy hotel robe from the back of the door, wrapping it around my body before I open the bathroom door and walk back into the room.

  I’m a confident, bad-ass woman. There is no reason I should feel any shame for just having sex, possibly the best ever. So, I hold my head high and walk back into the bedroom. I grab a hair tie from my bag as I walk past it, pulling my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head.

  “Everything okay?” Lucas asks, his sexy voice causing my lady bits to tingle.

  “Yea-Yes,” I correct myself. Remember, you are a bad-ass and confident woman. Do not feel shame. My inner voice encourages me as I step closer to the bed. The same one that Lucas is still sprawled out on; did I mention he’s still gloriously naked? Every last drool worthy inch of him is on display to me and I, all of a sudden, have a craving to run my tongue along the ridges of his abs.

  “Carmen.” He says my name, pulling me from my trance. Shit. I’m so busted checking him out.

  “Yes?” I say, more question-like than statement as I shift my eyes up to meet his. He’s got a shit-eating grin filling his face, seeing as he just busted me checking him out.

  “See something you like, Red? You’re more than welcome to come back for round two,” he says, tapping the bed beside him as he rolls onto his side. I can’t help but allow my eyes to follow the length of his body as he moves. My eyes widen when I stop on his cock. He’s hard again and I can feel the slickness between my thighs in response.

  “Maybe,” I breathily reply. I flick my eyes back to his and watch as they dilate as I flick my tongue across my bottom lip to moisten it. The sexual tension is practically crackling between us and I can tell now that it is inevitable that we’ll end up in another jumbled, tangled mess of limbs, sooner if the look in Lucas’s eyes is any indication.

  “Why don’t you come back over here, lose the robe on the way, and sit on my face. Let me make you feel really good,” he says, my eyes falling once more as he starts stroking his cock.

  “How?” I ask, pointing to his cock.

  “How what, baby?” he asks.

  “How are you able to go again and so quickly?” I ask in astonishment. I’ve never been with a guy that had any rebound time, much less within an hour.

  “Easy, Red,” he says, using that damn nickname that pisses me off just as much as it turns me on—not that I’ll ever tell him that. “Stamina. I’ve got it in spades. Haven’t you seen me out on the field?”

  “Some,” I admit. “But I don’t ever get to watch a game from start to end. I’m always busy with something and only get to catch bits and pieces.”

  He holds out a hand, encouraging me to come join him. I pull the belt free, allowing the robe to fall from my shoulders. I drop it to the floor, standing still for a few seconds as it pools at my feet.

  “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he muses, and it causes me to blush. “Red,” his voice drops an octave and gets all gravely, “get your pretty ass over here. Now. Or I’m going to spank the shit out of it.”

  I do as instructed, walking to the edge of the bed. I place a knee on the mattress, sliding on as seductively as possible. “Like this?” I ask.

  “Yes, now get your sexy ass up here and let me eat your pussy,” he says as he slides his hands under my arms and helps guide me up the bed and to where he wants me.

  “Lucas,” I try and scold him, but it comes out all breath
less seeing how his tongue just connected with my clit.

  “Relax and just let your body enjoy,” he says after sliding me off his mouth for a second. “I can feel just how tense you are, and if you don’t let go of that, you won’t enjoy this like you should.”

  “That’s easier said than done,” I tell him. I look down and blush a deeper shade of red at the sight of him beneath me. This is a first for me, so I will my body to relax and just enjoy this. I’m going to need to enjoy it while it’s happening, because as soon as he walks out my hotel room door, it can’t and won’t happen again.

  “That’s it,” he praises, “now, just let your body feel,” he tells me before sucking my clit back between his lips. I do as he says and just let my body feel. I’ve never been very adventurous in the bedroom, never been with someone that wanted much more than missionary, maybe the occasional time with me on top or a few seconds of doggy. So being with Lucas like this is a whole new experience for me, one that, I have to admit, I’m really enjoying now that I’ve let my body relax and get into it. Before I even realize it, my hips are rolling as he works my body over. He’s slid a few fingers inside my pussy as his tongue does some incredible things to my clit, which has me soaring over the cliff as my orgasm crashes through my body. I come so hard; my entire body is shaking as I fall forward, no longer having the strength to hold myself up.

  I’m in the best post-orgasm haze. I can feel Lucas shifting around as he slides out from beneath me and goes up behind me, pressing his hard body against my back. I can feel his hard as a bat cock nestled against the crack of my ass, but am surprised when he doesn’t attempt to do anything except hold me as I come down from my intense orgasm.

  I swipe some hairs from my forehead that had fallen from my messy bun. “Feeling okay?” Lucas whispers, his lips mere centimeters from my ear.

  “Never been better, but I might be a bit sore later. Your scruff did a number on my lady bits,” I tell him honestly, now that I’m feeling the aftermath.

  “Come with me,” he says, rolling over and out of the bed. I look over my shoulder at him. He’s standing at the edge of the bed, his hand out for me to take. I roll over, sitting at the edge of the bed for a second before I attempt to stand. Once I’m confident my legs will hold me, I stand and take his offered hand. I have no clue what he’s planning, but something tells me I can trust him.

  Lucas leads me into the oversized bathroom my suite happens to have and flips the plug to the jetted tub before he turns the water on to start filling it. I watch in amazement as he adds some of the bath salts that are on the ledge, then grabs two towels and places them on the floor next to the tub. He turns back to me, offering me his hand and I step up next to him at the edge of the tub. “Let’s relax and soak. It will help with the soreness.” I’m a little in awe at his tenderness. I stay rooted in my spot as he steps into the hot water. I know it is hot just from the steam that is rising from it. I take his offered hand again and step in. We both sit down, him behind me with his large body cradling me. Once we’re seated, he reaches over and shuts the water off and hits the button to start the jets now that we’ve got enough water for them to run correctly.

  We lay there in the bath for a while, the silence never feeling awkward or heavy. I could almost fall asleep like this. A warm body holding me like I’m the most important asset it has to protect.

  “Feeling better?” he finally asks, breaking the silence. I watch as he cups water in his large hand, then lets it run down my chest and over my breasts.

  “Yes, I’m ready for bed now,” I tell him.

  “Do you want to get out?” he asks, shifting slightly underneath me.

  “No,” I tell him honestly and can feel him chuckle.

  “We can stay as long as you want. Or until the water goes completely cold,” he says.

  “Five more minutes,” I tell him.

  I watch as he stops with the water over my breasts, his hand coming to rest on my abdomen. His hands are so large, they cover my entire rib cage from just under my breasts to my hip bone. I don’t know what it is about having them on me, but it is such a comfort, one that I’ve longed for, for a while now.

  My five minutes pass by, plus some, before we finally move to get out of the tub. I’m now water-logged, sexed happy, and extremely tired. I let Lucas wrap the fluffy towel around my body, loving how he tenderly tucks the end between my breasts to keep the towel in place. “Let’s get you into bed,” he suggests, leaning down and placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. I walk out of the bathroom, not really knowing what to expect. Do I ask him to stay? Would he even want to stay?

  “I can practically hear you thinking from over here.” He chuckles at me.

  “Sorry, I’m just not sure what’s next, or what’s the protocol, or what you’re thinking,” I ramble on, not making much sense.

  I stop at my suitcase and pull out a clean pair of panties and my sleep set.

  Lucas walks up behind me and takes the items from my hands before tossing them onto the bed. He turns me in his arms and tips my head up to look at him. I see so many things swimming in his blue eyes. Lust. Want. But I also see some hesitation, maybe a little worry mixed in, as well. I’ve always thought that he was this over-confident and often cocky man, but maybe that is just a façade. “What comes next is up to us. There is no protocol. We’re both adults. We can decide for ourselves what we want, where we stand. I’m not saying this is forever, but I can tell you that I’ve enjoyed getting to know you better lately and I want to get to know you even more. We’ve proven tonight that we connect on an intimate level,” he says, and that devilish smirk returns to his lips. “One I wouldn’t mind exploring more,” he says, then lowers his head to place a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “But for now, how about we get some sleep. We can see how we feel in the morning.”

  “Okay,” I finally agree. “Does that mean that you’re staying the night?”

  “Unless you kick me out, I plan on laying my head on that pillow over there and holding you in my arms all night,” he says, and I about melt into a puddle at his feet.

  Instead, he steps away from me, closing the distance over to the bed, and holds up my clothes. I follow him, slipping my panties on before dropping the towel. I slip my shorts and tank top on, as well. “I need to brush my teeth before I get into bed,” I tell him and pad off to the bathroom. I rush through my nighttime routine before returning to the bedroom. “I found a hotel toiletry kit in the bathroom with a toothbrush, if you wanted one,” I tell him.

  “Thanks, I’ll go get myself ready,” he says. I watch his tight ass—unfortunately, it is now covered by the fabric of his boxer briefs, so at least it’s being showcased nicely—as he walks away. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from either moaning or drooling at the sight of it. Once Lucas is out of the room and my line of vision, I pull back the sheets and adjust the pillows on my side of the bed. I slip between the cold sheets, loving the crisp feeling of them on my skin. I’m still a little warm from the hot water we soaked in for so long, that the coldness from the sheets feels so good against my hot skin.

  Thirteen

  Lucas

  I wake up, still a little shocked I ended up in Carmen’s room, naked, with her coming on my cock and tongue multiple times last night. It was so much better than I could have ever imagined it to be, especially once I got her to relax and just feel.

  I can’t see a clock from the way I’m lying on the bed with Carmen tucked into me. I know it’s early since it is still dark outside.

  I slip from the bed, needing to piss. I take care of business, find my phone, and make sure that I didn’t miss anything important while I’ve been a little occupied with Carmen. I don’t find anything pressing, so I set an alarm on my phone, then set it on the nightstand before I slide back into bed and curl around Carmen once again. I haven’t slept this soundly in forever. Being with her last night was so much more than I ever could have expected. I can only hope it wasn’t a one-time thing. Something
tells me she isn’t the one-night stand kind of woman. I start thinking of ways I can convince her to give me a shot as I drift off to sleep for another few hours.

  “Lucas!” Carmen screeches my name and she suddenly sits up. I crack my eyes open and see the panic on her face as she looks at me and around the room. The sun has come up, now, bathing the room in lots of light.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, trying to reach out and pull her back into my arms, but fail when she bats my hands away.

  “I have an eight thirty meeting,” she says, all flustered as she tries to untangle her body from the sheets.

  “What time is it?” I ask as I roll over and reach for my phone. Apparently, I had my phone on silence and the seven thirty alarm I set went off but we didn’t hear it. I see that it is already eight fifteen, so at least she isn’t late for the meeting yet. “Shit,” I mutter, rolling myself out of the bed. “What can I do to help?” I ask as she starts to run around, grabbing clothes from her suitcase before disappearing into the bathroom.

  “I don’t know!” she cries from the other side of the closed door. I can hear the water running and the rustling of her moving around, probably trying to do her hair and put on makeup at the same time.

  “How about some coffee and breakfast. I can put in an order for the Starbucks downstairs and run down to get it if you tell me what you want,” I offer.

  I pull up the app, and the door to the bathroom flies open. “You’re a godsend,” she says, already dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse with some fuck-me heels that have my dick twitching in my boxer briefs. “I’ll take a Grande White Mocha with an extra shot of espresso, no whip cream and a breakfast sandwich, the bacon Gouda one, if they have it,” she says, pulling me from my dirty thoughts. I punch all of that into the app, sending the order in while I go in search of my clothes.

  “Do you want me to bring it back up here to the room, or just meet you in the lobby?” I ask as I slip my shoes on. She’s down to about seven minutes until her meeting starts, so hopefully it is somewhere close by.