Her fake blitz, p.2
Her Fake Blitz, page 2
“Sweetheart, I’m not going to do your job for you. I don’t see you running interference for me. Now get your coat. We have a date.”
“I told you, I don’t date football players.”
“Why not? Not because you’re not interested. Cause girl if you’re trying to keep your thing for me on the down low, that ship has sailed. Everybody knows about it now. The first article people thought you had a bone to pick but now everyone knows you got it bad for me.” He gave her a devilish grin.
Alex made an exasperated sound. “I don’t have a bone to pick. I just write the facts.” She was cute when she was annoyed. Pissing her off was more fun than he’d thought. He had just finished practice and had planned on going home and icing his shoulder but this was much more enjoyable.
God, she was cute like the younger sister of your friend you never noticed before then there she was. Nothing like the type he usually went for. Definitely not. Cane couldn’t figure out what it was. Other than, Alex was a refreshing change. Nothing trophy wife about her, far too mouthy for that.
“You want facts, sweetheart. I’ll give you a fact. You’re looking at me like you want me to kiss you. At least, I think it’s just a kiss you’re after. Who knows. You’re full of surprises.”
“I don’t want—”
“Sweetheart, what did I tell you about lying to me? Come on now. Respect the little intelligence you think I have.” Cane closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her hard against his body. He spun them around so he could sit on the side of her desk so he wouldn’t have to bend to kiss her. The corners of his mouth pulled upward into a smile. “I don’t hear you saying no,” he whispered.
Alex opened her mouth to protest but it was too late, Cane had already pulled her in. He used her open mouth as an opportunity for his tongue to explore. Her mouth was hot and tasted of cinnamon. God, she tasted good. And felt good. Her intoxicating scent almost had him losing his mind. He was kissing her to prove a point but he couldn’t remember what it was.
Her body was so soft and yielding, molding into his own. Damn. He deepened the kiss, wanting more of her. Alex’s hands went to his shoulders, holding onto him for support. She moaned into his mouth. The soft sound sending all non-essential blood coursing to his cock. She felt it, she must. It was pressed hard against her belly. Shit, he’d have her flat on her back in two minutes if they kept this up. This was not why he came here. Those days were behind him. His cock hadn’t received the message yet. His body was ready to be ball deep inside her. His mind, however, was not on the same page. He wanted to mess around with her brain, not her body. This is what his brain kept on repeat. Yet his body ignored this idea.
With a groan Cane pulled away. Damn. Who was this woman? She looked like a librarian but she kissed like a...and the way he responded to her. Damn. He had not expected that. He cleared his throat. “Now that we cleared that up, you can stop pretending you didn’t want to kiss me.”
Alex’s eyes narrowed. “Your tongue was in my mouth. I don’t recall signing up for the oral inspection.”
“Sweetheart, you moaned.”
“Corn Fed, I make that sound with my vibrator too. Don’t flatter yourself.”
“You got to admit I’m better than a piece of vibrating silicone.”
Alex threw back her head and laughed. “First of all, it was only a kiss and secondly, that’s not saying much either. I’m better than my vibrator. I can make myself come in ninety seconds.”
There was a flash of defiance in her eyes. He knew that look. He had exploited that look his entire childhood. He could make his younger brother; Cord play catch with a hornet’s nest or jump off the train track bridge just by daring him. And the look in his brother’s eyes was the same. Cord never said no to a dare. And neither did Alex. Cane would bet his pride on it.
“I’ll do it in sixty,” Cane said more casually than he felt. His cock strained against his trousers. He wanted her. Now.
Alex bit her bottom lip. He was instantly jealous of the white teeth sinking into the soft flesh. He wanted to be tasting those lips again. Alex took off her watch, and played with the buttons. “Sixty seconds, Corn Fed and then game over. No replays.” The defiance in her eyes had morphed into desire. Her light brown irises glowed with it.
He was doing this. Tomorrow he would work on not having meaningless sexual encounters. Tonight, he was going to make her come. Cane made a show of lacing his fingers together and cracking them.
“Tell me when to start the clock.” Alex tapped her phone as if she had not a care in the world.
“Oh, you’ll know, sweetheart.”
Cane lifted Alex up and set her down on top of her desk. Slowly he stripped her panties off and put them into his pocket. He pushed up her skirt until it was high on her thighs. He stood back and admired her pussy, black curls in a thin strip over full pink lips. Cane was overcome with the urge to bend down and lick those lips. His cock responded to the thought by thickening to almost painful proportion. Damn he wanted her. He really wasn’t expecting this when he’d decided to stop by. He wanted to tease her a little, rile her up, then leave her panting and begging him to satisfy her. But now making her come was the only thing he could think about. He wanted to see her eyes hooded with desire. He wanted to push his finger inside her wet pussy as she moaned his name. Damn he was hard. He couldn’t remember ever being this hard.
Cane pulled her knees apart. Her lips opened enough to showcase the glisten of her arousal on the intimate pink folds. She wanted this as much as he did. He could happily bury his head in there and not come up until morning. What did she taste like? God, he wanted to know. Needed to know.
Cane ran the back of his hand over her black curls. His index fingers separated her lips and found her clit. He stroked her softly. Usually he liked to go slow, learn a woman’s body, make them both work for their release, but right now, he didn’t have time or the resolve. He needed to make Alex come hard. And fast. Alex took in a sharp breath.
“Start the clock, sweetheart.”
Her nostrils flared. Her response made it clear she hated when he called her sweetheart, so he would be sure to keep doing it.
Alex fumbled with the watch. It beeped when she hit start, counting down his minute. He got a minute in her pussy. Sixty seconds to touch, explore, enjoy. Damn she felt good. So soft and wet...hot. If his cock got any harder, he just might come in his pants.
Cane studied her face, watching for signs of arousal. Her eyes closed briefly, her lashes barely touching her cheek when his finger pressed into her. She liked it, being fucked with his finger. He smiled to himself, knowing he was pleasing her. His thumb rubbed tiny circles against her swollen clit. Alex’s breath came in soft pants. She definitely liked it. Her eyes were closed now. They were squeezed tight as she concentrated on his hand fucking her.
Alex moaned. The sound deeper than the one she’d made in his mouth, more guttural, it reverberated through her. Over and over, he slid in and out of her until her hips bucked. “Ahh...” The beeper suddenly went off signaling their time was over.
“Should I take it into overtime?” Cane breathed against her ear.
Alex swallowed hard as she nodded.
“No, sweetheart. Tell me. Say the words. Tell me you want me to make you come.”
“Yes...ahh....yes...please make me come.”
Cane’s smile deepened and a feeling of pride spread through his chest. His thumb rubbed harder against her swollen nub. He dropped his head and captured her mouth with his. Alex moaned into his mouth as she came. Her body shook as her inner walls tightened around his finger. Damn, he wished it was his cock deep inside her pussy. Next time. Next time it would be he promised himself. Cane waited until the last tremor faded from her body before he withdrew his slick digit.
Cane gently pulled down her skirt.
Alex opened her eyes and smiled. “Wow, Corn Fed. Football strings aren’t the only thing you know how to grip.”
Cane laughed. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, can we go to dinner?”
Alex hopped off her desk and slid her skirt the rest of the way down. “I told you. I don’t date football players. I mean it. I don’t. Ever.”
“But you’re happy to let me get you off on your desk?”
Alex raised her hand. “You did good, Corn Fed. High five.”
Cane laughed again. She wanted to high five after he made her come. No. He shook his head. That’s not the game they were playing. He pulled her hard against him and kissed her, more deeply than before. He had to strain his neck to reach her, but it was worth it. He kissed her until she moaned. Satisfied, he pulled back.
“Get your coat, sweetheart. I made you come and now I’m buying you dinner. I usually do it the other way around. But we’ll make this work. When we tell the grandkids this story, we will skip the part about you being finger fucked on the desk. We’ll just leave it at you wrote a bullshit story and I bought you flowers because I’m a gentleman.”
“Cane Clayburn, you are no gentleman,” she objected as she reached for her coat. It was obvious she was going to entertain a dinner with him. Future family life was something else. That was the long game. Cane was amused and ready for the next play.
CHAPTER THREE
Alex had not planned for her path to ever cross with Cane Clayburn’s again. She had written her article and was ready to move on to greener pastures. There were plenty of other football players to write about. Cane was a player. Not just on the field. He was known off the field for his conquests of socialites, models, influencers, you name it.
He’d had a reputation since college, probably even before that. Alex should have realized it years ago. But in a moment of weakness, she had been captivated by his deep blue eyes and large muscular frame. But it would never happen again. She hated that she hadn’t been strong. She hated that she had succumbed to him in a way that felt familiar and also a betrayal to herself. After all these years, she thought she had grown. Like real growth. Personal growth.
Even the flowers he had sent were not enough to soften the anger she held for him. She only let them sit on her desk because they were too big to carry out of her office and the card just happened to be the right size for her bookmark. That was it.
The gall he had to show up on her turf in her office and make all sorts of claims about her. As if he had any idea about her feelings. What a ridiculous joke. It was so absurd.
Alex was not going to have any part of Cane and his suggestions. Not even the suggestion that she had a thing for him. Her eyes couldn’t roll back in her head any farther. There would never be a day Alex had a thing for a football player. Especially not Cane Clayburn.
No way was she going to let that happen. Not in her office. Not anywhere. He deserved to be checked. But good grief, the man knew what he was doing. His large fingers were bigger than some erections she had experienced. It almost didn’t seem fair that his fingers should be so huge. She could only imagine what lay underneath his pants.
The man was like a sculpted statue. He almost seemed unreal. Now she was sitting across from him at Perry’s Steakhouse. His eyes were on the menu and Alex found herself unable to keep her own off of him. Focus. Do not fall into the illusion that he is a nice guy. Well, he might be nice but nice doesn’t cut it. Just enjoy the dinner, call a truce and move on.
“Sweetheart, I know I’m hard to resist looking at but you’ll need to be ready when the waiter comes.” He winked at her.
“I’m always ready.” She cut their eye contact and ran through the menu. She was famished. Once again, she had skipped lunch so she could run through a highlight reel one more time. There was something she had missed in her first article and she needed to figure out what it was. He mentioned again that her research was off. That she had missed something. What was it that he thought she had missed? Her insides were in a fury of confusion as to what she possibly could have overlooked. It made no sense. Research was her wheelhouse.
“That goes for two of us.” He winked again. Alex rolled her eyes. Seriously dude, a wink? What is this some 1970s sitcom? Cane probably grew up without cable and is only able to relate to reruns of the Love Boat or some other tv show from that era.
“By the way, I need my panties back.” Alex placed the napkin in her lap. She really needed them back.
“No, sweetheart, those were my gift for playing so well.” He raised his eyebrows. Underneath his dark brows were his deep blues. She cut their eye contact.
Alex scanned the room. It was filled with the typical Houston elite, even on a Monday night the place was packed. If Cane thought he deserved her panties, she would make him want something else even more. Time to play.
Alex scooted her chair closer to his. He glanced over at her and flashed his pearly white teeth. “Wanting to get to the cuddling part already?” he teased.
Alex smiled and lowered her hand under the table. She trailed her fingers up his massive thigh. It had to be bigger than both her legs combined. Further up she explored against the cotton material of his pants, until she reached the center. He was hard. Had he been hard this entire time or did he become instantly hard from the moment she touched him? Either way, this would be fun.
Cane cleared his throat and reached for the glass of water in front of him. This made Alex’s heart flutter. She loved the idea that he was uncomfortable. Time to bring him down a notch.
She unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. It was huge. Alex swallowed hard. She wanted to take a swig of her own water but that would be a distraction. She had him right where she wanted him. Gripped in between the palm of her hand. The white cloth on the table provided enough coverage for her to really work his cock over. Up and down, she stroked in fast repetitive motions. His eyes closed for a second. Cane’s focus turned to Alex, like he wanted to say something or even do something. But they were in a crowded restaurant. All he could do was sit and enjoy the strokes or ask her to stop. But they both knew the latter wasn’t going to happen.
The waiter appeared in front of them. Alex increased her speed. Would he come in front of the waiter or could he restrain himself? She continued to stroke as she eyed her menu.
“Oooh, I’ll have the chicken breast, make sure it has lots of sauce. The creamy kind. I really like that creamy sauce.” She licked her lips and gazed over at Cane’s face. His eyes were on his menu. Like it was a rescue boat and his cock was the titanic about to go under. If they were alone Alex would have already gone under the table. The girth of his cock was so big she wanted to know what it would feel like in her mouth and down her throat. He was a challenge she wanted to take inside of her and run her tongue over the thick vein on the side. Damn he was big. She glided her finger over the tip of his cock. Liquid. She smiled. He was so close. She slowed down.
“And for you, sir?”
“Ah, yes. I’ll get the prime rib, well done.” He glanced at Alex. She bit her lip. Was he done? Not yet. He would be done when she was ready. She gripped him harder and picked up her pace.
“And the mashed potatoes, make sure you put extra butter on them. I like my potatoes wet.” Cane’s gaze returned to Alex.
The waiter’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Also, can you sub my potatoes and give me the asparagus instead? Make sure they aren’t cut. I like them to be really long stalks. And not over cooked. I like then hard. Long and hard.” Alex slowed her pace into long tight strokes.
The waiter nodded and scribbled on his note pad.
“And extra butter on the side for me. I like to drizzle it over myself.” Alex picked up her pace again and trailed her finger to the top of his cock. The liquid was back.
The waiter focused on his paper and left the table. Alex released her grip and stood up. “I’ll be right back.”
Cane grabbed her hand. “Really?”
“Really, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll come back.” Alex retracted her hand and made her way to the restroom.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cane took in a ragged breath. A scowl furrowed his brow. Alex had every intention of leaving him hard at the table knowing full well he could not get up with a massive erection. Little did she know, Cane never backed down from a challenge. He pushed his cock hard against his thigh and zipped his pants. Not the most comfortable, but worth it.
Cane pushed back from the table. He avoided eye contact with everyone as he crossed the crowded restaurant. Now was not the time to be stopped for an autograph. He caught up with Alex before she reached the restroom. He scooped her up in his arm and carried her into the accessible stall.
Her eyes widened in surprise, but in her hands was the foil packet of a condom. “I knew you wouldn’t keep me waiting, Corn Fed.”
He groaned internally. God she was hot. And prepared. Lucky for him, because he didn’t have any condoms on him. In his house he had enough to stock a pharmacy. He always played safe. Always.
Cane sat her down and locked the door. This was not going to be his best performance. He was already ready to come. He was close before, but seeing Alex with the condom almost pushed him over the edge. There was nothing shy or coy about the woman’s approach to sexuality. She fully embraced it, no apologies. Damn that was hot. It was so different from anyone he had ever even tried to conquer. He glanced down at her nipples, straining hard against the sheer material of her top. He needed to taste them. Cane pulled on the thin fabric. He couldn’t reach her nipple because of her bra so he kissed her breasts as his fingers worked the peak through the layers of material.
“Shoot, I forgot my stopwatch,” Alex said.
“I don’t think we’d even have time to set it.” Cane pulled her skirt up around her hips. He ran his hand over the curve of her ass.
“Ten-yard penalty if you can’t make me come. Can you get it in the end zone, Corn Fed? Everyone is speculating about your performance on the field. But the real question is can you deliver the goods here.” There was a challenge in her eyes.
