Block Shot (Hoops, #2)

by Kennedy Ryan

Her brain was the first thing about her that turned me on.

“Everything I have, I earned, even against the odds.” I shrug carelessly. “It would be in your best interest to stay clear of me. You’re an unweaned baby, still sucking on your mama’s tit. If there’s one thing you should have learned about me over the course of these last few months it’s that I’m a resourceful motherfucker and will do whatever is necessary to achieve my goal. I hear you’re bothering Banner Morales, I’ll put you down.”

“Thanks, Jared. His views are pretty antediluvian.” Shit. Those lips wrapping around the word “antediluvian” may as well be wrapped around my cock. Has my brain always been a sex organ, or did she do this to me?

“convince me.”

It was an added bonus when his brain proved to be as alluring as his face.

“You like me, huh?” I finally ask, training my glance on his chin, avoiding his eyes. “You mean in an ‘I think you’re smart and have a great personality’ way?” A muscle along his jawline flexes and his lips tighten. He pulls me into him, and he’s big and hard through his jeans. “No, I mean in an ‘I want to fuck you’ kind of way,” he says sharply. “Any other questions?”

I want this. I want him, and for once, I’m going to indulge.

“I want in here,” he says, breath heaving. “But I want you to come first. Have you ever come standing up?”

“Pull on it,” he gasps. “Stroke me. Roll my balls.” “Um . . . are you always this bossy?” He angles his head until our glances collide and lock. “Fuck me and find out.”

Sometimes a dish carries a scent so rich you taste it before it hits your tongue. Your olfactory sense preludes your taste buds. That’s Banner’s pussy, so sweet and musky it’s as much flavor as scent, and I taste her before even taking my first bite, my first sip.

Her knees jerk against my head, but I press them open wider, determined that she may have denied me sight, but I’ll taste; I’ll eat as much as I want. I feast between her legs, sloppily, roughly, famished.

“You get on top.” Whatever. On top. Underneath. On the side. In is all I care about right now.

Okay? Is nirvana okay? Is utopia okay? Because that is what Banner’s tight-fisted pussy feels like around my hungry cock. Like someone tossed paradise and heaven into a blender to make this moment. “Yeah, it’s good,” I say. Understatement. No need to reveal her pussy sent me into an existential crisis.

“Where I’m from, we eat little boys like you for breakfast, and I have no doubt, if pressed, I can kick your narrow ass.”

“There will be men who fall in love with your skin and others who drown themselves in everything that lies beneath.” -Cindy Cherie, Poetess

“I like pussy in assorted flavors.”

Jared Foster remains the best thing that ever happened to my vagina, despite how horrendously left that night went.

“You don’t want to know all the things I remember, Ban,” he says, his laugh husky. “Or maybe you do.”

En las buenas y en las malas.

“Do not live someone else's life and someone else's idea of what womanhood is. Womanhood is you." -Viola Davis, Oscar-Winning Actress

“I don’t hide anymore,” Banner continues. “Not in the dark. Not under bulky clothes. Not even behind my intelligence, which I sometimes used as a shield to keep people out. Whether I’m five pounds up or ten pounds down, I’m done hiding. I am done letting my waistline and other people define me.”

“What I’m saying is be unafraid to want it all and be disciplined enough to work hard to get it.”

“We can be fierce and feminine. Tenderhearted and tough as nails. Life is seldom binary.

Don’t lose your heart. Don’t lose your soul. Don’t lose your compass, and that doesn’t mean don’t win. Win. Fight. Conquer. You have just as much right to success as anyone who works for it. It may be a jungle, and they may be lions . . .” She pauses, her eyes finding mine again, holding mine. “But the daughter of a lion is still a lion, and this is your domain.”

Her anger, her indignation hit me with a blast of heat that burns through all my reasons and rationale and excuses to cover up what I have known deep down since senior year. This woman is my match.

She is day and I am night. When day and night are absolutely equal, it’s equinox. Banner is my equinox. My equal. The revelation rattles around inside me, but my face, my surface remains smooth.

I want her to wear me and carry my scent everywhere she goes. She’s the only one who has ever stirred anything primal in me.

“Tan mojado.”

It just wants to be filled. It just wants to fuck. And so I do.

I would have fallen for Banner blindfolded. You can camouflage flaws and fool a man with implants and the right trappings, but you can’t fake a brilliant mind like Banner’s. Or feign her obstinate belief in people, her desire to help them. Or all the other qualities that make her distinct from every other woman I’ve ever met.

I love that she’s more brick house than stick thin, but I’d probably step in it if I say any of that, so I’ll play it safe.

That’s so cute. She thinks I give a fuck about her boyfriend. She thinks she can put me off by pulling away from my touch, reminding me about what’s his name. She doesn’t realize yet that I don’t care. She’ll soon see. Maybe even tonight.

“Crazy” by Gnarls Barkley.

“One Direction?” She turns up the volume so “What Makes You Beautiful”

Shaggy’s “It Wasn’t Me”

“Kiss Me” by Sixpence None The Richer.

“Come on my hand,” he says, his voice confident and pleading. “Show me how you look when you come. I’ve never seen it.”

Here’s the thing about falling for a good girl: they have all these rules. And qualms. And the worst? Guilt. She has all this integrity that gets in the way of what she wants, which is me. But I won’t allow it to get in the way of what I want, which is her.

I’m trying to fuck her. To have her. To keep her, but none of that is any of his concern.

“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,

“I’m not made to deny myself something I want.” He drops his eyes to the tight buds of my nipples still poking through the silk of my blouse. “Especially when I know it wants me back.”

“You’re going to wreck my life, Jared,” I tell him, fear and longing muddled in the words, mixing inside of me. “Only if you want me to,” he says softly. “Do you want me to?”

“I know exactly what I want.” He bends and leaves featherlight kisses on my lips. “I want another chance with you, Banner. The chance that was taken from us. I want to make love to you with the lights on.”

“I saw you first,” he whispers, kissing the bridge of my nose where my freckles are. “I had you first.” He kisses my face where the dimple dents my cheek when I smile. “I want you back,” he declares, meeting my eyes and taking my mouth in a deep kiss, never looking away.

“But you? I remember exactly how tight you were. How wet. I still hear the sounds you made in the dark, and I know how we smell together. I have perfect recall of every second I was inside of you. That’s the truth.”

There is no true north. There’s only what I want and what stands in my way.

Then he opens me like a flower, peeling back the petals and flattening his tongue against me, his mouth hungry, thirsty, needy, and my body surrendering every response he demands. His is unrelenting worship, and I’m his altar.

I squeeze his head between my knees. I twist his hair in my hands. My body is wholly selfish, consumed by and taking the pleasure he promised.

Ragged breath. Feral gaze. Dick like a brick against my thigh. He is the picture of primitive male, demanding entrance, but still offers me one last chance to escape.

“Never do anything you can’t live with or walk away from the person you can’t live without.” -Pee Wee Kirkland, Basketball Legend