Calling the Play (3 page)

“And man enough to make you love it,” he promised. “I know shit that will make your eyes roll back in your head while you scream my name.”

“What if I forget and scream someone else’s?” she teased.

Ty huffed a laugh into those wild curls. “Then we’ll have to start over until you learn my name.”

“I’m a slow learner,” she warned. “Very slow.”

Randi stood under the shower spray and let Ty gently comb the conditioner through her hair with his fingers. “For a big guy, you have very gentle hands,” she said. “I thought you were kidding about washing the glass out of my hair.”

“Nope,” Ty said. “I don’t want to eat glass while I’m licking my way around your delectable body. And a shard in your eye would ruin the moment.”

“I can play injured,” she boasted.

He laughed. She liked that he laughed at her jokes. Most guys just looked at her strangely. She knew she was inappropriate half the time. She had no filter and no desire to pretend. If a guy wanted open and honest, she was the girl for him. If not, then they better be satisfied with a little pussy and a kick out the door.

“I never washed hair like yours,” he admitted, picking a tiny piece of glass out and letting the water carry it down the shower drain. “Okay, I’ve never washed anyone else’s hair before, period.”

“It’s different, I guess,” Randi said, not really paying much attention to the conversation. His hands felt so good on her head, like she was getting a kick-ass head massage, knowing a happy ending was around the corner.

“You don’t use shampoo,” he said, bewildered. “Doesn’t your hair get greasy from just conditioner?”

“Nope,” she said. “It needs lots of moisture or it breaks and looks like shit. Conditioner cleans just as well as shampoo.”

“The conditioner’s kind of sexy,” Ty said. He was almost talking to himself. “It’s so soft and creamy and I get to run my hands through all your curls.”

“If you hurry up you can touch something else soft and creamy and curly,” she promised.

“Are you always so direct?” Ty asked. He sounded amused.

“Yep,” she said ruefully. “I’m all about the honest. Inappropriate as hell. At least, that’s what Johnny says.”

“I notice he didn’t kill you when we got to the station, despite his threats,” Ty observed. He put a hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him, then gently pushed her under the shower spray. He wouldn’t even let her rinse her hair, not that she tried very hard. He was afraid she’d get the stitches in her arm wet. His hands were just as gentle as he separated the strands of her hair in the water, rinsing the conditioner away. She got a little lightheaded from the heat of the water and his touch, and wrapped her arms around his waist. He was so tall she felt his hot, hard dick pressing against her stomach. She wanted it lower.

“He hasn’t killed me yet,” she said. “His excuse is that I’ll do it myself with my crazy stunts one of these days.”

“Do you go on high-speed chases a lot?” Ty asked, reaching around her and turning off the water.

She shook her head. “First one,” she offered apologetically. “But it was fun, wasn’t it?” She lifted her arms up and Ty wrapped a towel around her middle.

“Most fun I’ve had in a long time,” Ty agreed. “But if you don’t do it very often, what do you do? Are you undercover a lot?”

“First time for that, too,” she said cheerfully. “Fact is, I’m assigned to Burglary, not Vice. But Tater Sullivan came on to me in a bar about a week ago when I was off duty. I told him he couldn’t afford me and walked away, just goofing off, you know? Next day Johnny called me and asked for a favor. Last night was the favor. They needed someone inside to make the bust and I already had an in.”

“You were good,” Ty said. “I thought you were a hooker.”

“You say the sweetest things,” she told him. He was drying himself off as she put leave-in conditioner on her hair and admired the scenery in the mirror. He looked up with a smile and she chose that moment to drop the towel. “Your reward is this pussy. Come on, stud.”

Ty laughed and threw his towel down on the floor next to hers. “I’m beyond ready to claim my reward. I think I’ve earned it.”

“Not yet,” she said. “But you will.”

Ty grabbed her around the waist from behind and lifted her off her feet, carrying her out the bathroom door while she forced a laugh. For some reason his hold made her think of Tater tonight, with his hands all over her. She shook the feeling off, focusing on the way he smelled like her strawberry body wash, and how big and muscular and warm his arms were. “Which way?” Ty asked.

“Thataway,” she said, pointing to her bedroom down the hall. He had to duck a little to get in the doorway. He’d already hit his head twice on the doorway arches throughout her little house. It wasn’t built for a big man, but he’d been pretty good-natured about it. He seemed to be good-natured about everything. She liked that, too.
Save the drama for your mama,
she thought. She was so tired of guys who needed to live a soap opera every minute of the day. Even that thing at the police station with Brian hadn’t thrown him off much, whatever that was.

When Ty got her inside he threw her on the bed. She rolled over and spread her legs and he fell between them, his face immediately pressing into her pussy for a taste. His tongue licked right along her lips and then he teased her clit with the tip. She moaned. “God, yes,” she told him, grabbing a handful of his damp hair. “Eat me. I love that shit.”

Ty laughed and his breath was hot and moist against her pussy, turning her on even more. “You are what my mother would call an ‘earthy girl,’ ” he told her, nibbling up and down as if she were a lollipop or something.

“You turn me on even when you talk about your mother, which is some crazy shit,” she said breathlessly.

“I love your potty mouth,” Ty told her, and she could tell he meant it. His voice was all hot and bothered and hungry.

“Yeah?” she said. “I got lots more where that came from. Lick this pussy and then fuck it.”

“No.” Ty surprised her by rising up onto his hands and knees and crawling up her body until his dick was right over her face. “You’re getting taken. You don’t tell me what to do. I tell you. Suck my dick. If you do it right, then I’ll lick that pussy. Got it?”

Randi got it, right down to her tingling toes. She loved it when a guy took charge, loved to play that game. Without a word, she lifted her head and took the tip of his dick in her mouth and sucked. He tasted like her strawberry soap and musky precum. It was damn sexy. She slowly worked her mouth over him, taking him deeper with each pass, and she could tell he fucking loved it. He was big all over and her lips were stretched around him. He groaned her name as his legs splayed wider so that she could rest her head on the mattress while she sucked him. Even like this he was all about her. Damn, she could get used to a guy like him. Too bad she wouldn’t get the chance. Because guys like him
never
stayed with girls like her. Hell, he’d be fucking some supermodel in a month. He pulled away from her and she whined a little when she lost the taste of him.

“Don’t worry, babe,” he said soothingly, “I just want it different.” He reached down and grabbed her under the armpits and dragged her up so that she was reclining on all the pillows on her bed. She might be a tough cop, but she loved this damn girly bed with her ten little pillows and frilly shams and lacy sheets. Once he had her where he wanted her, he grabbed a handful of her hair and held her in place while he slid his dick back into her mouth. He was all caveman and alpha, and she nearly came right then and there.

She looked up at him as she sucked him and let him fuck her mouth. He was frowning with concentration, watching his dick slide in and out and licking his lips. She watched a drop of sweat drip down his temple to his cheek, and she knew he was holding back, which turned her on even more. She was fucking on fire for this guy. She reached up and palmed that fine ass and squeezed as she sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed out.

“Fuck, yeah,” he said in a ragged voice. “Make me come. Do it.”

Suddenly she wanted to taste his orgasm so bad she was a little worried about herself. She’d never been into it this much. She moaned as he fucked her mouth just shy of too hard. She relaxed her throat and he slipped deeper and she swallowed around him.

“Jesus, yeah, beautiful,” he said. “Fuck, yeah.”

She liked a talker. He let her know she was doing it right for him. It only took three more thrusts before he pulled on her hair so hard it hurt, and she felt him come down her throat. She breathed through her nose and swallowed what she could. She was rubbing her thighs together, trying to get herself off because he was so fucking sexy as he came. His chin had dropped down to his chest as he squinted, trying to watch as he came, panting and cursing and sweating. When he was done, he pulled away and let go of her hair, sitting back on his heels.

“Oh, God,” she said breathlessly. “I’m so close. You are too damn sexy when you come. Get me off, quick.”

He was breathing hard and tried to laugh. “I’m seeing stars. Give me a minute or I’ll pass out with my face in between your legs.”

“I can work with that,” she said, spreading her legs wide. She reached down and ran a finger through her crease, rubbing her clit with a groan that Ty matched.

“You are so hot,” he said. “Unbelievably hot.” He slid down and rewarded her efforts with a lick, the flat of his tongue laving her crease from back to front. She plunged both hands into his hair and humped his mouth.

“Hurry,” she panted. “I need to come.”

“What do you need?” he asked in between licks.

“Your finger inside me while you suck my clit,” she demanded. “Please.” She figured begging a little might get her more than demanding.

She was right. He immediately plunged a finger inside her. Even his finger was big, wide and a little rough with calluses. It felt better than good. Then he sucked on her clit and—
boom
—her mind was blown. She arched her back off the bed as she cried out, breathy little high-pitched cries that normally she hated, but tonight she didn’t care. She could go all girly with Ty and not worry about it. So far he’d liked everything about her. He’d probably like that, too, that he’d reduced her to a breathy, sighing, crying little thing.

When it was over, she collapsed on the bed, panting and weak, and let her hands fall away from him.

“Oh, no,” he said. “You better hold on. Because that was the hottest orgasm I have ever been responsible for and there is no way I can’t fuck you right now.”

She raised her head from the bed and looked at him in surprise. “You can go again already?” she asked incredulously.
Was this guy for real?

He just laughed. “I have a feeling I’m going to be going all night with you,” he told her. “Condoms?”

“You were the one who went to Kitty Licks to get fucked,” she said. “Didn’t you bring any?” She really hoped he had because she’d used up a box a few months ago and hadn’t bothered to replace it. God, had it really been that long since she’d gotten laid? No wonder he seemed like the greatest thing since sliced bread. He lay down on top of her and she gave an Oof! of surprise at how heavy he was. He kissed her hard.

“Don’t move,” he said sternly. “They’re in my jeans. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, thank God,” she muttered. “You’re good at oral sex, but I seriously need some dick right now.”

Ty laughed as he got off the bed. “I seriously love how honestly dirty you are.”

“Hurry up,” she told him, waving toward the bathroom where they’d left their pile of clothes. “Less talk, more action.”

Ty came back in rummaging through the pocket in his jeans. When he had what he wanted he threw them aside, not even bothering to look where they landed. He only had eyes for her. She was lying there playing with herself and pinching one of her nipples. She liked that.

“You have gorgeous tits,” Ty said.

“Thanks for not calling them breasts,” she told him. She licked her finger and ran the wet tip around her areola. She shivered at how good it felt.

“Why?” he asked. He climbed up between her legs and tossed a handful of condoms down on the bed. Then he ripped open a condom packet and began to roll it on.

“Because I know that’s not how you say it in your head,” she told him. “I want to hear what you have to say, not what you think I want to hear.”

He paused and tilted his head to the side, studying her. “In case you missed it, that was the sound of my heart falling at your feet.”

“I’d rather your dick fell into my pussy,” she told him, making him laugh again.

“Done,” he said, dropping over her suddenly and landing on his hands, as if he were going to do a push-up. The suddenness of it surprised her and made her squeal like a girl again. She clamped her lips shut, but it was too late. He grinned at her and then lined up his dick and pushed inside her.

She arched her back off the bed with a groan. “Oh, God, that feels good,” she said, licking her lips as she adjusted to his size. He was almost too much. Almost. But mostly he was just perfect. “Fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and he sounded as affected by the feel of it as she was. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up onto his lap as he sat back, keeping them connected. The change in angle made her gasp as her sensitized clit rubbed against his pubic hair. Then he leaned down and took her nipple between his teeth and bit her, not too hard, but not gentle either. Just right, the way she liked it.

“You are so fucking good at this,” she moaned.

“I told you I was,” he said, licking the nipple he’d just bitten. “I watch. I learn. I know what you like now.”

“What do I like?” she asked, breathless, as he hitched her against him and then gave a little thrust of his hips, driving into her a little deeper. She caught her breath and dug her nails into his shoulder. She was still wearing the long, fake nails she’d put on to play hooker. His head dropped back and she saw him swallow deeply.

“Rough,” he said, his voice low. “You like it just this side of pain, of too much. You want to feel it.”

“Damn right,” she growled. “Make me feel it.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and kissed him. With shock she realized it was the first time they’d kissed. And after about two seconds of his mouth on hers she regretted she’d waited so long. He kissed like it was the most important thing he’d ever done in his life, like she tasted so good he didn’t need to eat or drink or breathe again. His lips felt so soft and smooth when he rubbed them on hers, and she gave a little hiccupy sigh and felt her pussy clench around him. Somehow kissing him seemed more intimate than his dick inside her. He tasted so good, better than chocolate, even. She buried her hands in the soft, curly hair on the back of his head and held his mouth on hers while he fucked her. It took a minute to realize he was so damn strong he was just lifting and lowering her with his hands on her ass without any help from her. Damn if that didn’t nearly set her off.