SIGNING BONUS
The Locker Room Diaries Installment 2
by Trixie Stilletto
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-638-3 (Electronic)
Release Date: February 07, 2010
Available now from AmberQuill Press

Cody wants to play pro football in Alaska, but he knows life is more than just football. It's hard to get anyone to take him seriously when he looks like a guy with nothing more than flinging passes on his mind. Worse, the Bulls have turned over contract talks to curvy seductress Alyssa for whom Cody is willing to risk everything. All he wants is one more touch, one more kiss, one more minute with her. But will Alyssa ever see him as more than just a jock?

Alyssa Smithton has a lot riding on the negotiations to bring star rookie quarterback Cody Wyatt to the Alaska Bulls. She wants to prove to her family she has what it takes to handle the player negotiations instead of sticking with the behind-the-scenes work she's done in the past. But Cody seems to have more than football on his mind. The clock is ticking and Lyssa is determined not to fail, no matter what it takes…even if it means giving Cody all the time he needs.

Time to do anything he wants with her, that is.

She got back onto the bench with her legs straddling each side. She began to move the weight. He was standing in front of her, with his arms crossed across his massive chest. She could see the hardening length of him outlined in his shorts and suddenly her mouth was very dry. She closed her eyes so he wouldn't see how much she wanted to ditch this workout and move onto something a lot more personal. But he was in control. By closing her eyes, she could think only of the weights and not the fantasy of making love to him playing in her head.

When she felt the first moist stroke against her breast, her eyes flew open.

"No, keep your eyes closed," he instructed. He had moved and was now sitting on the bench, his knees touching hers. "I want you to feel your muscles work amid the pleasure I'm going to give you."

"What if someone comes down here?" she asked, even though she knew it made her sound like an inexperienced schoolgirl.

"I'll worry about that. You worry about feeling."

She didn't know if she would be able to continue to move the weight because as soon as his words stopped, his mouth returned to her right breast and his hand was resting against her bare stomach, his fingers just cupping the bottom of her left breast.

He placed kisses up one side, over the top and down the other side, then worked his way from the bottom up. Her nipples were hardening because he was wetting her halter-top in all the right places.

"You have such beautiful breasts," he murmured against the stretchy nylon. "They are perfect in every way. The shape, the weight. I wonder, though, are your nipples red or dark brown?"

Lyssa hoped he didn't expect an answer because she didn't know if she could form the words. Since other parts of her body were swelling, she supposed it wasn't odd that her tongue felt thicker as well making saying anything hard.

A few seconds later she knew he didn't expect a verbal answer because he lifted the top so the material bunched up to her collarbone and her breasts were free to the air and his mouth and hands.

"Ah, they're brown and succulent," he whispered, then took the right one in his mouth and suckled hard.

It was if there was an electrical wire connected directly to her clit because the motion of him working her sent pulses skittering through her nerves.

"Delicious."

He moved his mouth from the right breast to the left. And while his mouth and tongue worked it, his fingers rolled the other breast back and forth, left and right, keeping it in a state of arousal that had her arching her upper body off the pad of the bench closer to his touch.

He paused, and she felt his fingers at her hair. Soon the ponytail was gone and he was combing the strands over her breasts. She heard another sound and might have kept her eyes closed, except the feel of his hands and mouth on her was gone and she felt like she had been left hanging in a never-never land on a razor's edge of want with no hope of completion.

But opening her eyes revealed the fact he was now completely naked and his cock was proudly erect.

"I want your mouth on my cock," he said, his hand around the long rod almost in her face. "Will you do as I ask and suck me? Take me down your throat and swallow?"

Lyssa stiffened. She didn't do that. Not with a man she barely knew and even then it wasn't her favorite thing to do. But there was the bet.

She looked in his eyes and knew he realized her hesitation.

"But I think that'll have to wait for a little later," he said. After one more pull of his hand against his cock, he moved so he was astride her. She watched as he pulled a wrapped condom from his shorts pocket and put it on. It was mesmerizing watching how he fitted it over the head and rolled it down the sides of his engorged penis. She wished she'd had a quick taste of him before he had covered up, but knew that wasn't for the best. There was such risk for her and not just for a pregnancy. Then he knelt over her, facing her feet, keeping his complete weight off her so he wasn't crushing her. But she could feel his butt and balls against her stomach.

His back was blocking her view now though. He pulled her shorts and panties to one side. Then she felt his breath and mouth on her pussy. She sighed. It felt so good, the way he was pleasuring her. When he added two fingers to the mix, she jerked a little because they were big and the skin was rough from years of gripping the leather of a football.

He kept his fingers still for a few seconds, to let her adjust to the feel of them inside her. Then he started moving them and licking her clit at the same time. He worked her like he was working the clock in a pivotal game. He gave just enough to keep her in a slow rise up the staircase of desire.

By this time, Lyssa was wild with need. Her voice was thin, hardly recognizable. She was begging and she didn't care. All she knew was that if he didn't take her now she would disintegrate. She used every bit of the strength left in her arms and legs to push him away from her and tumble them down to the rubber mat on the floor.

"Now. Fuck me now," she demanded.

She saw the grin slash across his face. "All you had to do was ask."

Then quicker than she would believe given she was in what she thought as a position of strength—him on his back and her legs anchoring his hips—he rolled them and took complete control.

He lifted her legs so her calves were resting on his strong shoulders. Her hips and pelvis were inches off the mat and her weight was on her upper back and shoulders. She didn't care.

"Watch us," he demanded when she would have closed her eyes as the first exquisite inch of him entered her weeping pussy. "Watch me fuck you."

His voice betrayed the control he was exercising over himself. Over and over, he pushed himself in to the hilt and then pulled out. The pleasure rose inside her until her vision blurred and she lost control. When she came, it was as if she had died and the death was sweet and true, better than any life she had before. She knew, dimly in the recesses of her mind, that he found his release as well because she felt the pulses inside her. But all she could think about was the ecstasy she had found.

Lyssa knew she'd never be able to walk into this gym again without remembering what she'd shared with Cody. Lying under him, hearing his heartbeat slowing down after the wonderful after effects of their lovemaking, she was feeling pretty good about things. Though the seventy-two hours wasn't up, if the rest was like this, she would win easily.

"All right." His voice rumbled in his chest under her ear. "That was a good start. Let's go to your place and shower, then you can cook for me."

She raised her head and looked down at him. "Me cook for you?"

He paused, then smiled. "Don't tell me you don't cook. That would be too much to win the bet because you can't cook."

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