Monster Man (3 page)

She walked into the
locker room and stopped dead. Shane was there, at his locker and
oblivious to her presence. Her mouth went dry and her heart beat a
fluttering tattoo against her breastbone. Then he drew his
sweat-soaked T-shirt over his head, and her greeting died on her
tongue. The man had a back sculpted by hard iron and God.

Glorious muscle
rippled and flexed as he turned and bent down to unlace his sneakers.
She still couldn’t speak. His biceps bulged, his shoulders and
chest heavy with muscle. He was living art. His skin was a burnished
copper under the harsh locker-room lights and glistened with sweat.
Cat wet her lips and watched a droplet of perspiration run from his
damp hair, down his neck, and over his collarbone. Then, before she
knew it, he was stripping down revealing strong, muscular thighs, a
tight butt, and a flat washboard stomach.

Ohmigod
.
He was magnificent, every inch of him.

He grabbed a towel,
soap, and shampoo out of a black gym bag and headed for the showers.
Cat followed him, admiring how he moved with an unconscious kind of
athletic grace rare for such a big man.

Monsters were
supposed to be horrifying, revolting...but they were also often
alluring. It made sense that many monsters were hawt. They were the
ultimate predators, and they needed to be able to lure their prey
into their clutches. Plus, they represented the forbidden and sexy
danger.

He was called
Monster Man for a reason.

He turned on the
shower, and she examined every inch of him while he washed his hair,
large hands splayed into thick, wet strands of ebony, big, ropy
muscles moving under all that smooth, soft-looking skin. After
rinsing, he soaped his body, dragging the bar over his massive chest,
hard stomach, and taut thighs. Her body slammed into lustful
overdrive, and her knees went so wobbly she had to lean against the
wall as the spray from the shower misted her skin.

He turned off the
water, quickly dried off and wrapped his towel around his waist. By
now Cat was weak with desire, her clit on fire, drenched and
throbbing. He bent down to retrieve his items. As he rose, he froze
when his eyes met hers.

For long moments he
studied her face, and then his eyes traveled unhurriedly down. He
dropped the items at the same time that Cat dropped her keys and her
purse.

His voice was a
husky rasp that seemed to whoosh over her skin like wildfire. “I’ve
been waiting for you, babe.”

His eyes traveled
over her face, the scrutiny slow and purposeful, as if he wanted to
memorize every inch. He untucked the towel and let it drop as he
prowled the distance between them.

“You have?”
she whispered. She watched as he walked towards her, his cock growing
with each step, thick and long…and…big. Monster big.

“I’ve
seen you watching me during practice. I love the way you watch me,”
he said. “Like you would devour me if you could get your mouth
close enough. Get close…
now
.”

“Oh, God,”
Cat said softly, this reality far more staggering than any fantasy
she’d ever had. “Yes.”

“Why do you
like watching me?”

His big hands were
already sliding up her arms, slipping up to the neckline of her dress
and pulling the zipper down her back, drawing the material away from
her lacy white bra.

“The way you
move,” she whispered. “I love the power in your body,
your leadership on the field, your skill, and the sheer energy in
your stride. I can’t control the adrenaline and heat you
generate inside me.”

“Inside where?
Show me,” his voice rasped against her ear, sending shivers of
epic proportions cascading down her body.

Cat took his hand
and pressed it to her stomach, against the silky fabric, and then
slid it under the dress and up between her legs.

His eyes darkened
and his hands tightened against her. “You’re so wet, so
hot for me,” he murmured. “Why don’t you show me
how I make you feel? I like watching, too.”

He took her hand and
pulled it down so it was cupping her sex. “Show me, Cat, how I
turn you on.”

A small, rational
corner of her brain insisted she was taunting a primal beast, but she
didn’t pay any attention. Something urged her to recklessness,
the added risk that at any moment they could be discovered only
heightened every sensation.

His eyes trailed
fire down her body as he followed her hands.

She lifted the hem,
rotating her hips against the wall drawing the material up until she
could reach her clit. Pushing the skimpy bit of thong aside, she slid
her fingers into the wet, welcoming heat of her body.

“Do you want
to know what I fantasize about, Shane?”

His nostrils flared.
“Tell me, Cat, I’m dying to know,” he rasped. He
watched her hand, his eyes darting up every few seconds to her face,
as if he could see her sensations in her expression, and participate
in everything she felt.

His reactions were
there in his eyes, exposed, jagged and raw. His desire for her was so
intent and thrilling, her skin tingled in response.

“I think about
how it would be to have your cock deep inside me,” she said.

As he stared at her,
his eye color turned to dark chocolate; his gaze on her flesh burned
her skin.

Her voice came out
hushed and breathless. “I imagine you behind me, your hands
sliding over my belly, then cradling my breasts in your hard, hot
hands, caressing their softness. I imagine your lips against my
throat, your breath warm against my skin, the rasp of your stubble as
you kiss my neck and shoulder.

Shane made a growl
of appreciative pleasure deep in his throat.

“I can almost
feel the heat and sucking wetness of your mouth as you kiss and lick
me, your tongue swirling and tasting. You look so dangerous and
untamed. I know you’ll be rough and I want that. I wonder what
kinds of things you could do with that beautiful, clever mouth.”

She stroked herself,
following the path that Shane’s hands would travel if they were
on her body. His hands clenched into fists, as if he fought his own
overwhelming desire. “You would use those big hands to part my
slick pussy,” she gasped, moaning, “while you tease the
stiff, engorged bud of my clit with your tongue.”

The words coming out
of her mouth shocked her. But the animal in her was responding to the
monster in him.

The hot need in his
eyes was almost unbearably compelling. Seeing his arousal made need
pulse in her body, heavy and hot.

She was overcome by
the restless ache between her thighs. With fierce, moaning
impatience, she pressed back against the wall, eagerly sliding her
sensitized skin against the silky dress.

Her legs fell open
and her fingers slid eagerly over the dampness between her legs. She
imagined him lifting her against the hard wall, could feel the heat,
the press of his hard, powerful body. Then glorious contact as he
thrust into her with one frenzied stroke, and then staggering
pleasure as he pumped his muscled hips against her. She would wrap
her arms around him for balance, as an anchor, clutching him tight
while he thrust deeper and harder, and his powerful arms supporting
her, his eyes gazing into hers, seeing her soul revealed,
luminescent, fully his.

That pushed her over
the top. She arched against the wall with a sharp cry and came. Her
body shaking with a continuous, shuddering surge of carnal
gratification, more forceful than any orgasm she had ever
experienced.

When she opened her
eyes, Shane was no longer on his feet. He was kneeling on the tiles,
panting; sweat trickled down his temples, over his dark stubble, down
his throat.

She’d
brought him to his knees.
It drove her wild, tearing down her image of herself, releasing
something deeper and fiercer, something heightened and exalted and
savagely feminine.

He looked up at her,
his eyes burning, paying homage to her in her wickedness. Softly, his
voice ringing with power, he said, “Come here.”

His fingers found
her hot and wet and he moaned, “Beautiful.”

When he parted her,
she couldn’t control her hips. They thrust forward wantonly in
uninhibited pleasure, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her more
sensitized. “Shane,” she begged, “please.”
But he pressed
his face against her hot, slick skin, trailing to the damp, soft
curls tantalizingly above him. He breathed in her hot fragrance, his
mouth burning against her swollen flesh.

She jerked in pure
sensual reaction to his lips on her secret folds. He lifted her leg
and draped it over his shoulder, giving him a better angle to plunder
her soft cleft. She moaned his name. Her heart was beating so fast
she thought it would burst out of her chest. Her whole body was
aflame with a whole body-clenching desire that was almost
frightening. It only took moments for his magic tongue against her
clit to send her skyrocketing again. She arched her back as she came
violently.

His mouth moved up
her body and she clutched at his shoulders. When he reached full
height, he slipped his hands around her waist, pushing the dress off.
She curled her hands around his heavy erection, sliding one hand down
over his balls. He closed his eyes, twisting his head up and to the
side.

She gasped when he
opened his eyes. They were deep and dark, with an intense, hot
longing that gave her shivers and made her breathing ragged.

His eyes narrowed,
fierce and hungry, all civilized male gone as he transformed into the
beast she wanted.

He growled low and
spun her around, pressing her against the wall. His hand went into
her hair, tugging her head back. His legs widened on either side of
her hips. She moaned, pushing her palms flat against the wall,
lifting her hips and straining back toward him as much as her
position would allow, eager to be filled. He fitted the head of his
shaft against her slick opening and pressed into her an inch, just
enough to tease her. She sucked in a breath, opened her legs wider.
He leaned over her, his mouth skimming her cheek, his breath hot,
heavy, and moist on her skin.

“Is this what
you want, Kitty Cat?”

“Yes,”
she panted. “Oh, yes.”

He thrust the rest
of the way into her, lifting her off the floor as he drove into her,
the size and hot, silken length of him stretching her while he
impaled her to the hilt. She bit back a sharp cry, and he groaned and
withdrew before plunging in again and again.

He scraped his teeth
along her shoulder, biting her just short of pain at the base of her
neck, and the fiery tingles spiraled down to her aching clit.

“Shane,”
was all she could manage.

“Yes. I need
your wet pussy. Need you calling my name. Touching me. Fucking you.
God, I’ve wanted to fuck you,” his voice guttural.

His hips pumped
against hers, the muscles in his arms and down his back shifting and
bunching each time he thrust deep. Bracing herself against the tiles,
she lifted her bottom and pushed back, giving as good as he gave.

He slapped her ass
once, then again, the slight sting only adding to the heightened
arousal of every cell in her body.

A growl rolled up
his throat, and she felt him shudder. Fisting her hair more tightly,
he locked an arm around her waist, holding her still, in ultimate
control of her body, their movements, and her pleasure.

“Geezus you’re
so tight,” he whispered. “I could fuck you forever.”

His hand glided
lower as he continued to drive into her, slipping over her pubic bone
and working his fingers between her thighs, where she was wet with
wanting and aching for his touch.

When he touched her,
she trembled and cried out, melting.

The second stroke
tore a low, ragged moan from her throat. His mouth opened on her neck
as he laved her skin, and sank his teeth in again. The triple sensual
assault of his mouth, his cock, and his fingers manipulating her body
shattered her defenses, and she came on a long, deep orgasm.

Shane held her
immobile against the shower room tiles, now heated from her body. His
face buried in her hair. Finally he took an unsteady breath and
raised his head. He ran his tongue along her throat. “Damn, you
taste like pure heaven.”

He pulled out and
spun her around. He lifted her against him and she wrapped her legs
around his waist. He shoved into her again, his eyes fiercely holding
hers and he pumped into her, until he groaned deeply, burying his
face in her neck. He groaned again, thrusting deep and slow, then
pulling out and shoving in one more time. He pressed her against the
wall as if she weighed nothing.

She cupped his face
as he panted and recovered, running her sensitive palms over the sexy
stubble. “If you’d been in the weight room like you were
supposed to be, none of this would have happened.”

He took a breath,
exhaled slowly. “Then I’m really glad that I decided I
needed an early workout. I wouldn’t have missed this for
anything, Cat.” He gave her a wicked grin. “Did you watch
me in the shower the whole time?”

“Yes and I
enjoyed every moment.”

“Glad I could
oblige.” He kissed her while he let her slip down his body,
supporting her until her toes touched the tiles. Quickly she put her
clothes back on and followed him out of the shower room. While he was
dressing at his locker, Cat leaned in, snagged his jersey, and folded
it neatly.

“What are you
doing?”

“Taking
something to remember you by.”

Shane’s hands
froze on the top button of his shirt. “I see. This is one time
only.”

“If we give
in, then it won’t be forbidden. Will it?”

He huffed a heated
breath. “You’re killing me, Cat.” Shane hit the
locker with the heel of his hand and paced away. “Damn that
rule. I have half a mind to go up to Hardass Harding’s office
and tell him I’m going to see you and there’s nothing he
can do about it.”