Craving the Player (Amateurs in Love, #1)

by Hannah Cowan

Sierra doesn’t spare me a second look before turning her back to me and going inside. I can’t help but stand there, watching the sway of her hips and the way her perfect round ass bounces with each step with a loose hanging jaw and a pulsing cock. I hear a few snickers before I run my thumb over my bottom lip and groan. Well played, gorgeous. Well played.

moving in slow circles against me as my eyes go wide. The owner of the plump ass grinding against me does so rhythmically, matching the deep pulse of the song pounding around us, but doesn’t seem to notice me until my hands fly down to grab her wide hips. Throwing all caution to the wind, I yank the girl closer to me, pressing my front to her back and let my fingers dig into her hip bones. The smooth material of her black, strappy dress sticks to her body like a second skin, leaving nothing, yet far too much to my imagination as I let my eyes trail over the smooth, freckled skin of her shoulders.

“You’re bold, rubbing against me like we’ve known each other for years.”

A rich mix of cinnamon and orange penetrates my senses, making my mouth water with the need to drag my tongue over her pulse point and taste every inch of her. A thought that should seem ridiculous, considering I don’t even know her name.

Her eyes raise to meet mine again. She oozes confidence, and I can feel my underwear stick to the moisture collecting on the tip of my dick.

Sierra remembers who I am, and I plan on never letting her fucking forget. “Any fucking day, gorgeous. Let’s go,” I whisper in her ear.

I watch her with wide eyes and an aching hard-on as we reach the front doors in what seems like no time.

My hand fists in her hair, wrapping the long brown strands around my knuckles as I pull her impossibly closer to me. I swallow the gentle moan that slips from her lips when I reach between us and lift her dress, letting my fingers trail up her inner thigh. I keep my touch soft, teasing, never letting myself pay too much attention to a specific area. I rest my head against the seat and let a dirty groan fall between us when I reach the hem of her panties, the only boundary left between me and the skin I will undoubtedly find swollen and wet.

"Fuck, you're dripping."

My eyes dare to roll back, the intense feeling I get from hearing her sounds of approval shoots through my veins like a reeling junkie who's just got his fix. I spread her open with two fingers and she hisses from the sudden exposure before I’m sinking a long finger inside her hot center. Holy fuck is she tight, barely stretching to take my one finger, let alone two. I press my palm to her swollen flesh and my finger slides deeper with a new sense of urgency.

My cock aches, hard as stone as it presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I want inside of her. Now.

pick up her waiting figure, sliding my hands under her ass and grinning into her hair when her long, toned legs wrap around my waist. Her grip is tight as she presses herself against me, not wasting any time before starting to play with the button of my jeans.

She pulls back slightly when we reach the door but her small hand stays wrapped tightly around my dick. I can’t hold back the urge to look down at where she has me in a tight fist, pumping the thick shaft like she loves doing it. “My cock looks good in your hand, baby.” And it does. I would take a picture if I didn’t think it would creep her out. It looks like a fucking wet dream.

slam her back against the wall, cursing into the empty apartment when her grip on me tightens.

"Keep doing that, and I'll fuck you right up against this wall," I threaten, dragging my parted lips down her neck and biting the delicate skin hard enough to ensure there will be a mark tomorrow.

My lungs burn, and I realize I’ve been holding my breath, watching her strip for me. My jaw slacks, blood burning as I take her in. I knew she was hot, but I didn't realize she was rocking such a dangerous body. A dipped waist met with full hips, thighs that I want to suffocate me, and an ass that any man would kill to feel in his palms. She's fucking gorgeous. And it's more than just her body. It's her narrow cheekbones, plump cheeks, and full lips. Her sharp jaw and round eyes.

My cock throbs with need. I’m a starving man, out of control when I see her bare, swollen pussy without the restrictions of her silk underwear. With a groan, I dive between her thighs and run my tongue flat along her wet slit. Her hips buck up at the sudden contact, but I grip her legs and hold her in place, keeping her still.

Dragging one hand to press flat against her hips, I use my other to spread her apart and begin lapping at her arousal, moaning in the back of my throat at her soft sounds of approval that fall in the dark. I plunge a finger hard inside of her before adding another right away with the knowledge of just how ready she is for me. They slip in easily and her eyes shut, chin lifting in the air and hips pushing up from the bed before I’m shoving them back down.

“Play with those nipples for me, Sierra. Need you to come.” My words are nothing short of a demand and she responds without a fight, twisting and pinching both of her tightened peaks between her fingers with a sigh of relief. I have no idea where the sudden need to be vocal is coming from, but I'll take it. Now isn’t the time to question this shit.

“It’s Braden. Not God. Say it and I won’t stop right now. Don’t make me stop, baby. You’re taking these fingers so good.” She has me hanging on by a fucking thread. I need to be inside of her but I have to know that I made this tight pussy come all over my fingers, soaking my hand while she screams my name.

“You’re going to be so tight, aren’t you? You could barely take my one finger earlier. I’m going to stretch you out so good,” I mumble, moving away from her lips to shove my head in her neck instead as I begin to feast on the immediately addicting taste of her skin. Peaches and fucking sunshine. I’ve never compared a taste to Goddamn sunshine before, but I would happily do it again because that’s the only way to describe it. Warm, clear, free. She tastes like fucking sunshine. My hot breath fans out on her skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface.

I laugh at her attempt at a glare but don’t dare disagree. “Put my cock inside you then, fighter. Take what you need.”

And she does. Fuck, she does. My jaw slacks when she guides me inside and then stops, sending me a look that says, I’m not doing all the work, asshole. With a brief shake of my head, I thrust the rest of the way and bite my tongue hard enough I taste blood when I feel her tighten around me like a damn vice. “Fuck yes. Take every last inch.”

"That’s a good girl. You take this cock so fucking good. Come for me, Sierra.”

I swallow down my laughter and mumble under my breath, “Goodnight, then, fighter.”

remember how riled up it made me to have that same man pressing his dick against my ass on the dance floor, and how quickly I had fallen under his lust trap. Jesus, Sierra. I wasted no time in practically dry humping him on the way outside and letting him do all sorts of things to me in a cab. A cab! Heat crawls up my neck and I chomp down on the inside of my cheek to keep from grumbling self-deprecating insults under my breath.

"Took you long enough." Braden's pink lips tilt in a lopsided grin, his back against the wall, arms crossed and biceps stretching the tight sleeves of his t-shirt.

"You wanna know something?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before pushing away from the wall and taking two large steps toward me. “It hurt my feelings when you ditched me the other morning. I had big, big plans for you.”

gasp when my back hits the wall, his body moving to shield mine as he places his palms on either side of me, boxing me in. He leans forward, his nose rubbing against mine, the smell of him surrounding me.

"Don't go shy on me now, baby. We both know you're anything but."

"Hold on tight." He breaks the kiss for less than a second as he grabs my thighs, yanking me up as I wrap them tightly around his waist. The breathy groan that escapes his lips when I press myself against the bulge in his tight jeans is enough to send me straight to hell.

"No bra? Why am I not surprised?" he asks, the lust in his voice evident in each lowly spoken word. His huge hands push against my bare chest, squeezing the two hefty-sized breasts with a grateful sigh that shoots like liquid fire up my spine.

"Fuck, you're so responsive." His voice vibrates against my skin before crawling inside my chest, burying itself deep. He starts sliding his mouth down my stomach, getting closer to the pulse between my thighs.

"That's a good girl," he groans against me, twisting his fingers a final time before I'm sighing out a strangled version of his name and clenching my thighs tightly around his head. The idea that I could strangle him right here and now is an interesting one, but I let my legs go limp. I’m too selfish to skip out on another orgasm.

"Face the mirror and bend over," he commands with a growl that sends a throb to my already soaking pussy. I force myself to nod and do as he says, sliding my hair over my shoulder when I hear the tearing of a condom wrapper.

Braden gives me no warning before I feel the tip of his cock push into me, easing its way inside, slow and steady as I clench tightly, trying to accommodate for all of him. His size makes me sigh, waves upon waves of pleasure tinged with the pain of being stretched so wide swirling together into a feeling of euphoria. It’s a feeling I could see myself getting used to, regardless of the fact I know I shouldn’t be thinking like that. Especially right now.

"I forgot how tight you are," he forces through clenched teeth, pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. His thrusts become rough, unforgiving, and I cry out, begging him for more. I need him to keep going, to keep fucking me until I beg him to stop, unable to take anymore. He curses under his breath and grabs my hips, squeezing them to the point of bruising.

His front presses against my back, warm skin slick with sweat connecting with every thrust of his hips. Our eyes meet in the mirror, the sight so erotic my knees threaten to buckle. I can feel his hot breath on my shoulder, neck, then ear as he mumbles, "I need you to keep quiet for me, Sierra.”

Braden lets go of my hair and I fall forward. He places his hands back on my waist, holding me up, not stopping his unforgiving thrusts as he does so. "I'm almost there," he grits out, squeezing his eyes shut.

"So, are you gonna run away from me again? Or have I convinced you that it’s no use?"

I let myself relax again and soak up the sight of the miraculously carved, naked body curled into my side. Circular bruises peek out from under her messy hair, decorating the pale, smooth skin of her neck with hues of purple. The possessive marks bring the memories of last night back full throttle, my cock hardening.

to stumbling in the front door and taking her against the back of the couch, the fridge and kitchen table, to having her lower herself on me the minute we made it to the bed, riding me until her strength gave out. Each memory builds my heavy need to be inside of Sierra again, waking her up with a morning fuck,

watch Sierra's dainty hand stretch across my abdomen, manicured nails scratching at the toned muscles. It feels good, relaxing even. She pulls herself closer to me with a sigh.

I’ve never been a big fan of waking up beside someone, especially not somebody that only my penis is overly acquainted with, but if waking up to a body as gorgeous as this one is what I’ve been missing out on, then fuck have I been an idiot.

Her gaze is narrowed, eyes glazed over with want as she trails them down the tight ridges of my stomach before focusing on the hard, thick length right in front of her. I watch her lips part, still swollen from last night, and crave the feel of them around me. I want my hands in her hair as I fuck her mouth until she gags, forcing her to take as much of me in her mouth as she can, spit dribbling from the corners of her mouth. My palm twitches, desperate to wrap around my shaft and give it a pump or two, suddenly claimed by the thought of her.

I notice Clayton’s jaw slacken when he groans, eyes feasting on the image of her. She’s decided on wearing one of my old hockey shirts and a pair of rolled up sweatpants. The white shirt is ripped and stained from years of wear and tear. It swallows her whole. It’s definitely not what I would have expected her to grab, but I won’t complain. She looks fucking hot in it. "It should be a sin to look that good in the morning," Clay says in approval, taking the words right from my mouth. Tell me about it, buddy. You have no clue.

I find myself speaking before I can stop myself. "I knew it was you who rushed past me out there. I could never forget that ass."

"They are when it comes to you.” My mouth curves up.

She’s tall— taller than most women I go for, but I couldn’t imagine Sierra being any shorter. I like that the top of her head meets my chin when I whisper dirty things in her ear, and that I don’t have to bend down so far to kiss her. Her legs are long, which helps them fit perfectly on my shoulders, her heels able to dig effortlessly into my sides while I’m eating her out. Why the hell would I want to change that? The more I look at her, the more I find myself liking what I see. That thought alone is enough to break the intensity of my stare and force me to take a cautious step back, away from her.

Her threat has the opposite effect of what she was hoping for. I’m hard as a fucking rock, utterly turned on by her aggression. "I’m confused, Sierra. I thought you liked my balls. Especially when they’re hitting your chin while my cock is half-way down your throat.”