Free Cleat Catcher (The Cleat Chaser Duet Book 2) by Celia Aaron, Sloane Howell

had her second.”
    His words were lost in a jumble of endorphins, everything tumbling around inside me as my body shattered under the weight of him and his filthy words. By the time I came back down, the neighbors knew who lived in this apartment.
    Releasing my wrists, he ran a hand down to my breast. He squeezed the small mound, then pinched my stiff peak. “You almost got me. Those sounds you make. Fuck.” He bent his head to my other nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
    I arched my back and ran my hands through his hair. “You make me make them.”
    He maintained a languid pace, his cock touching every part of my pussy. “I know. You’re about to make some more.”
    He rose onto his knees and roughly pushed me over onto my stomach.
    “Hey!”
    Before I could make a half-hearted protest, he settled onto my back, his sweat-slicked chest pressing me into the mattress. His cock wedged between my ass cheeks as he straddled my legs. I struggled beneath him, but he kept thrusting.
    “You aren’t getting away, slut. Still mine.”
    I moaned and buried my face in the pillow as he sucked on the back of my neck. One of his hands yanked my hair and the other trailed down my side, sending shivers through me. He raised up slightly. Then I felt his stiff head pressing into me again.
    He surged forward. With my legs together, the sensation of being filled was almost too intense.
    “Goddammit, so tight.” He dropped a kiss between my shoulder blades and braced himself with one hand on the bed. The other gripped my hip and lifted my ass. “Fuck yes.” He started pounding me, rubbing my spot and sending the flames inside me spiraling higher.
    I stretched my arms out and braced against the headboard. His pounding hips shook the nightstands, the bed, everything in the room, and I found myself lifting my hips even higher, wanting every bit of contact.
    “That’s it. Give me all of that pussy, my little slut.”
    My nipples tightened into hyper sensitive tips as they rubbed against the sheets. I turned my head to the side as Braden put one large hand on my upper back, pushing me down into the bed. He slid the other one beneath me and began strumming my clit. I kicked my feet at the wave of need that shot through me. He didn’t stop, just kept fucking me, pressing me beneath him, and fingering my most sensitive spot.
    I rocked my hips back to him stroke for stroke, and his groans grew lower, his grunts more pronounced.
    “I’m going to coat my little slut’s pussy.” He slammed hard and slow, our bodies crashing together as my hips began to seize. “Is that what you want?”
    “Yes,” I breathed.
    “Come on my cock, slut. Come, and tell me who you want to blow inside your tight cunt.”
    “You.” I squeaked as my pussy clamped down on him. “You, Braden, please, Braden…” The rest of my words were lost in a low moan as my orgasm rushed over me like a crashing wave.
    “Fuck!” Braden pumped inside, his cock stiffening even more. Then he gripped my ass hard enough to leave a mark and thrust deep as my pussy milked every last drop from him. “Jesus Titty-Fucking Christ, Nik.” He leaned over my back and pulled my sweaty hair away from my neck. “We should have recorded that.”
    I tried to nod, but my muscles didn’t obey. “I agree,” I panted. “We could show it to our kids every Christmas and Fourth of July.”
    He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “Fuckers would be lucky to get a treat like that twice a year.”
    I craned my head back, and he claimed my mouth with one of his signature kisses.
    When he finally leaned away and pulled out, he smirked down at me. “Thanks for my punishment.”

B RADEN
     
     
     
    “I CAN’T BELIEVE you didn’t fucking tell me.” Easton fumbled through his locker, knocking shit around like a big oaf.
    “What do you want me to say? I just figured I needed to step up my game.” I strapped the elastic from one of my shin guards across my calf and hooked the metal