Chapter 17

That he was still in my bed when the sun found its way through the curtains and coloured him gold down to where the sheet hugged his hips surprised me. My gaze roamed lazily over the wide expanse of his back and down to where his muscular torso nipped in at the waist in that perfect ‘v’ that professional swimmers covet for aerodynamics. I toyed with the idea of tugging the sheets aside so I could get an even better look at his thickly muscled ass over which the sheet was pulled taught so that I the hills and valleys of that particular area of his anatomy was prominently displayed. 

Big hands, big feet, big ass, big....

All of the muscles in my body quivered at the memory of the things he had done and made me do. Even the slight hiss that escaped my lips as I sat up and the sheets slid over the welts on the back of my thighs was not enough to erase the warm liquid honey feeling of waking up next to the man who had played my body like it was a Stradivarius. 

That he was still there, softly snoring, when by his own admittance he should have been at the hotel with the rest of his teammates made my heart skip a beat but I didn’t dare hope that it was truly evidence that what was happening here was more than just sex. I knew that would be too simple. He was far too complicated for me to make an assumption that clear-cut about and besides that, there was that other complication to consider. Pat. 

Whatever my feelings for either man, they were first and foremost teammates and even from what little I knew of the man with his fist curled beneath the pillow on which he was currently drooling, that relationship would be first and foremost in his mind; hockey first and women a distant fourth, maybe even fifth? Would Pat have put me so far down on his list of priorities? I doubted it but then I also knew that didn’t matter.

What I’d felt for Patrick paled in comparison to the mixed bag of emotions I felt now in the wake of last night. Even as confused and yes, excited as I was in the afterglow of the best sex of my entire life, I knew that if this was all there was, all there might ever be, I would take it even though I didn’t think I would have to. I was almost sure that he’d meant at least some of the things he’d uttered under the spell of desire.

I’d only know when he woke up and maybe not even then which was probably why I was letting him sleep instead of waking him because when it came right down to it, I was a coward. 

Of course I knew I couldn’t let him sleep all day and as his pants began to vibrate across my bedroom floor for the second time I wondered if I’d already let him sleep too long. I knew all about the Hawks’ early morning skates on game days even if I didn’t know if their road schedule was different. 

He groaned and the arm that had been curled under the pillow stretched out towards the sound of his phone as it vibrated in the pocket of his pants. I slid from beneath the sheets, picked his pants up off of the floor, dug his phone free and put it in his outstretched hand. He opened one dark chocolate eye and regarded me with what looked like amusement and then put his phone to his ear. 

“Mmm?” That one dark eye tracked my movement across the room as I pulled a t-shirt from a folded pile in one drawer and pulled it over my head. I shuddered. The slip of cotton over my skin felt like he was touching me. “What time is it?” I glanced towards the old fashioned Winnie the Pooh alarm clock on my bedside table but then realized that he hadn’t directed the question to me. “Ten minutes,” he yawned, stretched and swung into a sitting position. The sheets remained tugged across his thighs but did nothing to camouflage his morning wood. I stared at it. He smirked. “Make that twenty.” He tossed the phone down onto the bed as his gaze heated my skin. I stood there like a doe caught in the light of an eighteen-wheeler’s high beams, unable to move and unable to break the tractor beam of his gaze. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he said and then patted the mattress. I glanced at the narrow expanse of the bed beside him and then back at his eyes. Was it my imagination or were they darker than they had been a minute ago?

“You have to go.” I motioned towards his phone. 

“After,” he said, sliding a pair of handcuffs out from under the sheets and held them up, swinging them from his index finger. I bit back a moan. He’d restrained me with those sometime in the middle of the night. I’d woken up to find myself handcuffed to the headboard with his tongue deep in my twat. I shuddered at that the memory. 

“Now?” I squeaked. He snapped open one cuff and raised an eyebrow. I held my arm out and he snapped the cuff around it and then used his leverage to pull me towards him until I had one knee on the edge of the mattress.

“Now,” he repeated, reaching for my other hand and then turned to look at the headboard. Obediently I crawled up the bed and let him lock my other wrist on the other side of one of the posts of my cheap, brass headboard. I felt the bed dip as he positioned himself behind me and then I heard the distinct rip of a condom package. 

Looking over my shoulder I got to watch the show, his sliding the condom down his long, thick hard dick one handed while, at the same time he slid the palm of his hand very slowly over the curve of my ass until I felt him slide two fingers inside of me and that groan I’d been trying to bite back finally slid off of my tongue.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and you’re going to scream my name and then we’re going to the rink,” he told me in a matter of fact tone that left no room for dispute.

“Uh-huh,” I muttered, wrapped my hands around the brass posts and clenched my teeth as he screwed himself slowly into me until I thought I could feel the tip of him behind my belly button. I sucked a breath in sharply between my teeth, the still tender and sensitive areas objecting to the lack of lubrication by reminding me how rough he’d already been with me and how many times. I ignored the twinges and deep ache that filled me as he slowly drew his hips back and then drove his dick back into me as hard and as fast as he’d promised, driving a breath from my lungs with a nearly silent ‘whoosh’. 

“I want him to see it on your face when we get to the rink. I want him to know you’ve been fucked and that you enjoyed it.” He’d know, I thought as I tightened my grip on the brass bars as Jonathan slammed his cock deep inside me again, because I wouldn’t be able to walk or sit down. 

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“Where’s el cap-eee-tan?” I asked as I looked down the aisle of the bus and didn’t see his disapproving, scornful face staring back at me.

“All I know is he didn’t sleep in his own bed last night,” Seabs replied without looking up from his PSP. 

“Of course he didn’t, we’re not at home,” I slid into the seat beside the mangy defenseman and peered down at the game. It was some kind of racing game. I prefer the shooting ones, the more blood the better. 

“I meant our hotel room moron,” he elbowed me in the ribs. I frowned at him. 

“Like as in..Tazer’s.a dirty stop out? As in, he missed curfew...with a girl?” I rubbed my hands together in anticipatory glee, right up until the point that Sharpie leaned across the aisle and punched me in the shoulder, hard enough to make me wince. 

“Like you didn’t,” he snorted and then snapped open the newspaper again. He was reading the business section. I can see him sitting behind some big desk in some skyscraper in the city one day, doing something important. Maybe he could take over Shanny’s job and not be such a dick. 

“Hey man I had my mom’s homemade pierogis and kielbasa,” I told them as I sat back and put both hands over my still slightly swollen stomach. I’d eaten way past the point of being full but I only get so many chances during the season to get homemade food. Indigestion aside, it was totally worth it. 

“So you didn’t go looking for that hot little red head?” Seabs asked without looking up from his game. 

“Nah,” I answered going for cool and unaffected. “Whatever. But I bet that bitch knows what she’s missing by now,” I added with a cocky kind of grin. I’d sort of been wondering if she’d come to the game tonight. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t look for her but I wouldn’t be surprised if she was waiting out by the bus tonight. 

The guys let it drop, which I was grateful for. I didn’t like to think about her too much. I’d had enough of the twenty questions from my mother who I’m pretty sure is more disappointed about our break up than I am. Some guys my age get the whole ‘get a job, get a career’ speech. I get the ‘why can’t you commit to one nice girl’ speech. 

“Ugh, how can anyone live in this city?” Seabs asked finally looking up from his game to stare out at the cold grey day. The snow on the ground was gray, the streets were grey, the buildings were grey and so was the sky. 

“Because we know how to paaar-tay,” I replied, getting up and heading for the front of the bus before it even rolled to a stop. Without Tazer here I could be the first off the bus. This being my hometown I expected to have to deal with the press more here and I didn’t want to be the last guy out on the ice. 

I had one foot off the bus and into the slush that covered the sidewalk when a taxi pulled up in front of the bus. I recognized Tazer from his arrogant profile but as soon as he got out of the taxi it was pretty apparent he wasn’t alone. As he turned to give a hand up to the person still inside he turned and looked directly at me. The expression on his face morphed from his everyday boy next door stupid grin to a smirk that made my hands clench into fists and then quickly to concern as he looked back at the woman he was helping out of the back of the car. 

“Fuck my life.” She looked right at me as her heels hit the sidewalk and her eyes were big and round. For just a second, I thought she looked apologetic and then she quickly looked down at her shoes as he closed the door behind her and leaned in to pay the cabbie. 

She was wearing something businesslike, conservative. Not one of the outfits I preferred. It was all dark, subdued colours and she had her hair pulled back instead of loose around her shoulders and I decided I didn’t like it that way. I didn’t like the way she looked, it was way too fucking clear she wasn’t here to see me.

“Duuude,” Seabs stood at my shoulder and ran his big mitt through his hair and winced like he’d just watched me go feet first into the boards at high speed. It was a pretty accurate sensation as I felt the air being shoved out of my lungs. What in the fucking hell was she doing with him?

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here,” Carbomb laid his oversize bear paw on my shoulder and I felt his fingers dig in like he thought I needed holding down, “and say he didn’t just go and get her so’s you two’s can have some closure.” That thought hadn’t occurred to me. No, he’d fucked her and he wanted me to know it. The bright flame in her cheeks told me what his face hadn’t, yet. 

He didn’t say anything, not to us, but bent close and said something near her ear that didn’t do a damn thing to change the expression on her face. She looked ashamed. It made me want to break a stick over his stupid head. Then he took her hand and tugged her inside like he was the engine and she was the fucking caboose.

I stared after them, swearing a blue streak mostly under my breath. 

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I’d hoped to make it into the arena before I’d had to face Pat. Kaner was actually the least of my concerns. He’d be angry but as soon as the next tight assed puck fuck batted her eyelashes at him he’d forget about Beth. The rest of the guys on the other hand.... 

“I want you to wear this.” She was sporting the pained and apprehensive expression I’d expected. I wanted to erase the fear from her eyes. I turned and took the long thin velvet box out of my jacket pocket and held it out towards her. She looked down at the box as if she expected it to grow fangs and bite so, impatiently, I lifted the lid. 

She looked inside and then up at me. It wasn’t diamonds but I didn’t think the girl from the other side of the tracks would expect that kind of extravagance this soon. 

Because she didn’t I took the necklace out and set the box aside. She stared at the gold chain and the miniature pair of handcuffs pendant and then back up at me, again. 

“Turn around.” She did and swept her fiery hair aside and I slipped the necklace around her neck, fastened the clasp and then pressed a gentle kiss against the nape of her neck. “You’re mine now,” I reminded her quietly. “Whatever anyone says, whatever happens, you are mine.” I felt her shiver as I brushed my knuckles down the back of her neck.

“Yesss,” she whispered and I couldn’t help but smile. 

“Good,” I told her, pleased, just as I heard the door to the arena swing shut behind us. I waited, counting to three in my head before I turned to face the judgement of my teammates but only Pat was there. I swore under my breath. He looked like he was going to fucking cry. 

“Can I...can I talk to Beth...alone?” he stuttered, his gaze focused on her. I considered telling him no, that anything he had to say to her he could say in front of me but with her fingers playing over the golden handcuffs she stepped around me, putting me behind her. 

“It’s okay,” she said, to me I thought but maybe to him too. 

“Are you sure?” I asked, brushing my lips over her temple, possessively placing my hands on her shoulders.

“Mmmhmm,” she replied, reaching up to touch her fingers to mine and just like that I was dismissed. Not that I was going far. 

I told myself that I wasn’t worried about him, about anything he might say or do because I wasn’t worried about Beth changing her mind. I realized, as I walked down the cold concrete corridor towards the dressing rooms, I just didn’t want to actually give him the chance to even try. 

“So you broke the cardinal rule?” Seabs asked the minute, the second, I walked into the visitor’s dressing room. I shrugged my jacket off and carefully hung it up. Rules. Usually I was the enforcer of them. 

Sometimes I wasn’t. When I wasn’t I didn’t give two shits about the rules. “Do you actually care about her or did you just do it for shits and giggles?” 

“He never does stuff like that,” Bicks spoke up for me. I glanced over at him and smiled. “Not for no reason, right?” he added, sounding less certain. 

“Right,” I replied pulling my tie over my head and rolling it carefully around my hand. 

“Okay so it’s not just because you can,” Carbomb waded in, levelling his beady little eyes at me, “it’s still not fair to the guy.” I smiled at my toothless teammate and shrugged. 

“Life’s not fair,” I shrugged and then toed off my shoes. 

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“I’m sorry.” There was very little else to say and those two words hardly covered all the bases but it was just about all I had. Pat looked at the ground. He looked young and hurt and mad all at the same time. 

“Why’d it have to be him?” he asked petulantly after a moment of silence. I took a deep breath. This was the question I’d anticipated. It wasn’t that I’d fucked someone else. There was no doubt in my mind he’d had other women in his bed since I’d left. What was bothering Pat wasn’t that I’d fucked someone else. It was that I’d fucked Jon. 

“He pursued me,” I responded truthfully. Pat made a contemptuous sound deep in his throat and I knew that he wasn’t surprised. As competitive as he was, Jon was that and then some. “I wanted him to,” I added because I deserved to share the blame. I wasn’t going to stand there and tell him about all of the times I hadn’t given in. That would be petty and besides, I knew it didn’t matter now. 

“So...are you like...into him or what?” I could see what it cost him to ask that and that and I was almost glad that I didn’t have a ready answer for it. I ran my fingers over the miniature chain holding the two sides of the tiny handcuffs together around my neck. 

“Maybe,” I replied with a shrug. It was better than admitting that my panties were soaked through every time the Captain of the Hawks looked at me and that I’d let him do whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted to me. Pat nodded again and then sighed, his shoulders rising and falling before he looked up at me through his long, pale lashes. His blue eyes held anger but they were also filled with the sort of ache that can only be left behind by a severe wound. 

“So...you’re gonna come back to Chi-town with him?” he asked me. I’d been told that I’d be sent for. That Jon would find another apartment for me, close to his, somewhere ‘convenient’. He hadn’t asked me but then I was certain that I’d made it clear that I wanted to be with him. It wasn’t ideal but I would take it, for now, so I nodded. “Fuck,” Pat grimaced and kicked at an imaginary stone with the toe of his shoe.

“I’m sorry. I know that will be...awkward,” I offered, reaching out to touch his upper arm. He flinched and withdrew. I stepped back. 

“Ya think?’ he looked up at me again with his blue eyes; eyes that were now more full of anger and disappointment than they were tears. “Fuck,” he repeated and jammed his fists into his jacket pockets. 

“I’m sorry,” I repeated again because I didn’t know what else to say. Was there a greeting card that you could send someone when you’d just slept with their best friend and worst enemy? Was there a song I could download onto his iPod that would explain all of this better than I could? 

“You know it’s not fair right?” I tried not to smile but the way he’d screwed up his face made me want to pinch his cheeks so badly I nearly couldn’t resist. It was more like he was being told he was being grounded and would have no use of the family car for a month than that his girlfriend had fucked someone else. 

“I know.” I didn’t try to fight with him about it because it was true. This wasn’t fair. Not even to me and I was the one walking around with that kind of ache that made you want to curl up under the covers with a stupid grin on your face. I did want to tell him that I’d tried to make it work, but then I knew that he had as well and it was too late for that to make a difference. The milk was spilled. All that was left was cleaning up the mess. 

“So like...am I supposed to wish you well or somethin’?” he grumbled. I bit down on my bottom lip. 

“You don’t have to but I hope you’ll be okay. Not today but...soon,” I told him honestly. He made a face that said he clearly thought I was spilling a bunch of bull to pacify him. “You will make some girl really happy Pat,” I promised him. He looked up at me and all of the hurt I’d caused filled his sky blue eyes. “You just need a little more relationship practice I think,” I added softly. It wasn’t meant as a barb; more like constructive criticism but the moment I’d said it I wished I could withdraw it. 

“Practice? Fuck you, I get fucking lots of practice. I bet I fuck a girl before the game tonight.” I drew in a sharp breath and I refused to laugh. His was hurt. I had no business poking pins in his ego. I knew better than probably anyone in this building just how fragile Pat’s ego actually was.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I hope you do. I hope you fuck a lot of girls.” It was sort of the same thing.  Maybe one of those girls would speak up, would help him learn how to find the g-spot, to do more than grunt and sweat over her, that it wasn’t all about the effort and that he needed to use some of the finesse he displayed out on the ice in the bedroom. Maybe someone would want to do that for him. It just wasn’t me. 

“Yeah, you’re not that hot. In fact I don’t know what I saw in you.” I smiled and let him say it. Whatever helped him I’d happily accept just like I took the punishments Jon doled out like candy. 

“Fuckin’ take that back shrimp.” Jon appeared half way down the hallway. Neither of us had heard him and the whites in Pat’s eyes made it clear that, had he known his bigger, more heavily muscled teammate had been there he’d never have said it out loud. 

“Fuck you,” he muttered but shrunk in on himself as if his body didn’t agree with words coming out of his mouth and I could see why. Jon was big in every way but in skates and full gear...he was like Godzilla.

“It’s okay.” I looked at Jon and hoped he could see that it was only sticks and stones. If I wanted whips and chains that would be up to him. His dark gaze searched mine and then he visibly relaxed. 

“Quit yer bitchin’ and get dressed,” he growled at Kane. Pat looked back at me one more time and there was a certain longing in his eyes that made me want, at the very least, to give him a hug. I didn’t. I stood there and smiled at him in what I hoped wasn’t a motherly sort of way before he turned and trudged down the corridor, his shoulders up around his ears. I watched him glance sidelong at Jon who glared down at him as he passed. Alpha males...,or at least one alpha and one junkyard dog who wanted, very badly, to be an alpha. Maybe one day. 

“Okay?” Jon asked when he was certain we were, once again, alone. He reached out with his gloved hand and touched my face. I smiled up at him. I was now. 

“Okay,” I agreed. Seemingly satisfied he leaned down to briefly brush his lips across my eager mouth. I wanted more, wanted to grab his practice jersey with both hands and pull his mouth back down on mine but instead I just stood there and waited for him to make the next move. It wasn’t my place as his sub to make those kinds of moves. 

“Get your things, wait at the hotel?” It was an instruction but it sounded like a question. I liked that he wasn’t one hundred per cent sure of me. I kind of wanted to keep it that way. 

“If that’s what you want,” I prompted, looking up into his eyes, my hands still itching to touch him. He growled, shook off one of his gloves, grabbed a hold of my ponytail and pulled my head back enough that he could capture my mouth more easily. He kissed me until my toes curled, until I could barely breathe, until I knew I’d need to change my panties at the earliest opportunity. Mental note to self, carry extra panties while around Jon...or wear none at all. 

“Amongst other things,” he growled in my ear so that I shuddered and all of the muscles south of my belly button clenched. 

“Then yes,” I whispered and went up on tip toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips before turning and, being sure to swing my hips in what I hoped was an enticing manner, I walked back out to the still waiting taxi with my head held high.

Chapter 16

I know, it's been forever but I've been away, sans computer and, so, I'm hoping that this long and what I hope is an uber steamy chapter will make up for the wait

The image of Pat passed out, fully clothed and face down across the bed came suddenly unbidden to mind. It made me smile despite the fact that particular sight was the last I’d had of him. I’d sat there, in the full dark, and watched as the mickey of Jim Beam slipped from his hand. I still had no idea if he’d come home alone that night or if I’d just been lucky enough to avoid crossing paths with the lucky puck bunny he’d dragged home. I’d half hoped to catch him in the act, if only to make myself feel better. 

I’d packed my few, measly belongings that night and headed for the nearest Amtrak station without even leaving a note. It was the coward’s way out and even now, as I ran a cloth over one of the tables that had just been vacated by a group of college kids that had reminded me of Pat, I felt that niggling lead weight of guilt in my stomach. 

Unfortunately that only reminded me of Pat’s darkly brooding teammate and that, in turn, made every muscle in my body tense as a delicious shudder ran through me. I only had to close my eyes to remind myself of every single solitary stroke of that leather crop, of the press of his lips against my flesh, of the promise of more that would never be fulfilled. 

“What time are you off?” I probably got asked that question five times a night and most of the time I had enough restraint to smile and say ‘no thank you’ but tonight I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.

“Never,” I snapped, turning to stare down the over-presumptuous meathead, except the blue eyes and dark hair didn’t belong to any college quarterback but a cheerleader. 

“Erica,” I gasped softly. 

“You just walked out on my brother so you can give me five fucking minutes of your time to tell me why.” It wasn’t a request and the fire in her eyes that I’d never really seen in Pat’s made that crystal clear. 

“Just let me drop this stuff off behind the bar and we can go out back,” I mumbled, balancing a tray with the empties and my change box on one hand while I tugged at my apron with the other. There had always been the risk of this, with returning to Buffalo and my old job and knowing how close he was to his family not to mention how they’d welcomed me with open arms. 

“Anything wrong?” Dylan asked as I ducked under the bar. 

“Nothing I can’t handle,” I muttered, dumping the money from my apron in a beer stein labelled ‘tips’ and handing him the box of takings before reaching for a bottle of Patron and tipping it into a tumbler. Dylan raised any eyebrow but knew better than to say anything. I took a sip and the warm burn as the tequila hit the back of my throat made me smile.   

“You gonna be good?” he asked. I grinned. 

“You think I can’t handle that?” I asked, tipping my head in the direction of Pat’s sister. She looked impatient but not exactly like the kind of girl that was going to pull me outside by my hair. 

“All I know is that you’ve been looking over your shoulder ever since you came back from Chitown and she might not look like trouble but she’s got that look of having trouble followin’ on her heels.” I glanced over at Erica and knew that he was right. 

“I have it comin’,” I replied with a shrug and Dylan shook his head. 

“You ever gonna tell me about it?” he asked and I shook my head. 

“Prob’ly not,” I smiled at him, a smile I knew came nowhere near my eyes. Dylan shook his head again and turned to serve some drunk college kid while I eased my way through the crowd. 

I knew she would follow me so I didn’t look back, not until I pushed my way out through the fire exit and the cold night air slapped me in the face.

“Say it,” I encouraged her. I heard her click her tongue against the roof of her mouth and rolled my eyes. I wished that I smoked so I would have something to do with my hands since I had no pockets. 

“Why’d you just leave him?” I felt my entire body sagging with relief, thankful she’d got down to the basics without making me answer twenty questions first. 

“I don’t love him,” I answered, kicking a pebble into the dark shadows that hugged the alley. Silence stretched out until I was forced to turn around to see if she was still there. She was and the look of confusion on her face almost made me laugh. “I tried. I know you think the sun rises and sets out of his ass but...I tried and I couldn’t make myself feel it. It just wasn’t there, I’m sorry.” She stared at me for a moment longer and then her shoulders fell and the tough sister vibe disappeared and she was just a girl in a bar talking to another girl. 

“He’d never brought anyone by. We thought it was something,” she explained. I nodded my head. I’d guessed as much. 

“I think he did too and I don’t feel good about it, if it helps at all,” I apologized as much as I was able to. Erica nodded and I could see her next question forming behind her eyes before she said it out loud. This was the question I was really dreading. I turned and stared at a particularly unreadable tag that had been spray painted on the brick wall across the alley. We’d guessed it said monkey or honkey but we couldn’t really tell. It had been there for a while and was fading at the edges. 

“Did he...did he cheat on you?” I bit down on my bottom lip to stop from smiling. I knew what my answer would be and that it would make her smile. I could give her this as long as she didn’t turn the tables on me.

“No, I’m actually pretty sure that he didn’t,” I told her and turned to see a grin that was pure relief on her face. She almost looked like she was going to cry. “He’s a good guy. He’ll make someone happy when he grows up a little bit,” I added and gave her what I hoped was an encouraging smile before I turned and pulled the door open. I wanted her to leave with this nugget of happiness before she started thinking about anything beyond the information I’d given her.

No such luck. 

I’d barely got her back into the bar when she turned and blocked me from heading back behind the barrier.

“Was there...someone else?” she asked, reaching out to grab my arm, her nails digging into the flesh just below my elbow. I looked down at her perfectly painted pink fingernails and then up at her and lied.

“No.” Her smile grew and her shoulders slumped in relief.

“I mean, if it was Jon, y’know, I could totally understand. I mean I’d hate you for sure because he’s so hot,” she added, leaning in towards me as if we were sharing a secret. I nodded but kept my mouth firmly shut and looked down at where she was still anchored to my arm. Giggling she withdrew her claw and looked vaguely apologetic. 

“Can I get you something? A mojito or a Manhattan?” I asked, ducking under the bar and reappearing on the safety of the other side, the employees only side. 

“Y’know I’d really like a Spanish coffee,” she replied and then started to look around at the crowd, maybe looking for a conquest. I certainly hoped that more of her siblings were not suddenly going to arrive.

“Coming up,” I told her and turned to gather the necessary ingredients. 

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“You going to look her up?” 

I rubbed at my eyes and yawned. It had been a short flight but I’d slept anyway. As I looked across the aisle at Jon he looked wide awake as he snapped his lap top shut and downed the last of his bottled water. 

“No,” I replied a little less firmly than I’d meant to. I’d thought about it. I’d even agreed to meet my sister at the bar she’d worked at but the thought of having Beth break up with me face to face was not something I was really looking forward to facing right now. We were sucking out on the ice, I hadn’t scored in eight games and the last thing I needed was yet another person telling me I wasn’t good enough. 

“You sure about that?” he asked as he slipped his laptop into its bag and reached for his suit jacket. 

“What the fuck do you care?” I growled. We hadn’t talked about this, about Beth leaving. Not like I had a lot of heart to hearts with the guy, but aside from my admitting she’d gone, I hadn’t really discussed Beth with him at all. 

“He’s just hoping maybe it might help you get your head out of your ass if you got some closure,” Seabs patted me on the head like I was a Lab bringing back a duck in one piece. I frowned at him and then scowled at Tazer. 

“I don’t need...closure errr whatever. I don’t care about her,” I lied, pulling my knit cap down over my still wet hair and heading for the exit. That was a lie. It still hurt that she’d just taken all her shit and left without leaving so much as a fucking note. I’d made the mistake of caring for her and that feeling wouldn’t go away, as much as kept hoping that it would.  

“Your funeral,” Tazer mumbled as he elbowed past me like he had somewhere to be. I stared at his back and shook my head. 

“What the fuck is his problem?” I mumbled, mostly to myself but Seabs laughed. 

“He just likes to remind us all he’s the Captain,” he sighed, putting one hand on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. 

“Yeah well, you guys have fun at your hotel. I’m gonna sleep in my own bed and have some of my mom’s chow. Suckers,” I grinned at him and he laughed. 

“You do that Kaner. Maybe that will help you stop gripping your stick like it’s your dick,” he smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him and headed down the stairs, fighting another yawn. 

All I wanted right now was my bed and maybe one of my mom’s late night grilled cheese sandwiches. What I didn’t need was to go chasing some loony chick that obviously doesn’t give two shits about me. 

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I was grateful Dylan had let me slip out early. It was more likely because I’d started giving out the wrong change and spilled beer on some guy with cauliflower ears that had wanted to rip my arms out and beat me with the wet ends but having Pat’s sister sitting there at the bar, even if she was seemingly deep in conversation with some guy that was all shoulders and teeth, had me jumpy. 

I shook my hair out of the ponytail as I put my key in the door. I was looking forward to a long, hot shower and then the mystery novel waiting for me on my bedside table but the minute I pushed my key in the lock, I knew there was something wrong. 

The door gave and I stood, staring at it and into the gloom beyond, my heart racing. 

I reached into my purse, unsure of whether I should reach first for my can of mace or for my phone and then the moon peeked out from between the clouds and illuminated the silhouette of the man sitting in my living room. 

“Jon.” His name left my lips as no more than a whisper but he turned his head toward the sound all the same and his gaze turned my knees molten. 

“You left,” he said simply as he rose and crossed the floor to pull the door the rest of the way open. “You did not have my permission.” I blinked at him. We were playing games, still? Now?

“How did you get in?” I hissed, looking over my shoulder to see if any of my neighbors might be peeking out their doors at this late hour. The corridor remained empty. 

“Money can buy nearly anything and your apartment manager was relatively cheap,” he replied, raising one eyebrow over those dark chocolate eyes of his. He moved to the side and I stepped into the room. I heard the locks being turned, the chain slid into place. So I was his prisoner now. The idea didn’t frighten me even though I thought that it should. “What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked me again, his big hand on the back of my neck, sending a wave of aching need down my spine and spilling my need into my panties.

“I couldn’t face him,” I admitted. His breath was hot against my cheek and though only his hand touched my skin I could feel him, his nearness, as if his body was already pressed against mine. 

“You should have come back to me,” he told me firmly, his fingers digging into my skin, not painfully, yet anyway. 

“I would have had to face him sometime,” I explained, fighting the urge to whimper, to beg him to touch me somewhere, anywhere else. 

“If I let you out,” he purred into my ear and then, with the slightest urge of his hand, forced me forward. He marched me to the arm of the couch and pushed me forward, face down. My entire body shuddered. “Do you agree that you need to be punished for your transgression?” he asked. I nodded. “Say it,” he hissed, anger and maybe, I hoped, desire making his voice thick. 

“Yes...sir,” I replied, twisting my head to the side so I could look over my shoulder at him. He was slowly unbuttoning his white dress shirt. I watched as inch by inch of sculpted flesh was revealed and licked my lips. When he pulled the shirt out of his pants and shrugged it over his mile wide shoulders I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. 

“I brought something with me,” he stated simply, flexing his muscles to torment me. “I am not going to ask your permission to use it on you. You’ve already agreed you deserve to be punished," he added, and then turned and retrieved something from a bag on the floor near the chair he’d been sitting in. It looked like a small stick, at first, and then he unfolded it and revealed a bamboo cane. I sucked in a ragged breath. Caning hurt. 

“Puh...puhlleeezze sir,” I began, staring at the cane as he whipped it through the air, making it sing. 

“Please what?” he asked as he used one hand to shove my skirt up over my ass. He ran the flat of his hand over one nearly bare cheek and then pulled, experimentally at the edge of my lace panties. 

“Don’t...cut me,” I asked, my voice becoming breathy as he ran his fingers up my slit, the lace fabric doing little as a barrier between his skin and mine. 

“Then be still, and take your punishment quietly,” he ordered, the palm of his hand moving gently over the curve of my ass before he raised his hand and brought it down in a stinging slap that made me cry out mostly in surprise. “I just told you to be quiet. If you can’t be quiet, this will not go well you for you,” he added, taking a step back and flexing the cane in his hands. I swallowed and turned my face to the cushion. The best chance I had was to stifle my cries in the cushion. 

The first strike was to the backs of my thighs. I clenched my teeth together and managed, just, to swallow a yelp. The next strike was right across my ass so that I could feel the force of the air in front of the cane across my entrance. A cry turned quickly into a moan as his hand moved in a slow circle over the site, almost erasing the sting. 

“Stay still,” he warned and then stepped back and brought the cane down again. I could hear it, singing through the air before it bit into my flesh and made me yelp, a sound I barely managed to muffle by shoving my own hand between my teeth and biting down on the thin elastic skin between my thumb and forefinger. 

Tears burned in my eyes and anger seethed through my veins. I knew he’d left more than a welt that time but as soon as I opened my mouth to protest I felt his fingers exploring my now heated snatch, felt two long thick fingers working their way inside of me and the complaints on the tip of my tongue turned into moans. “Does that make you wet? Mmm wet and warm,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire or was it power, maybe both. 

“Stop.” It was a word I had to force through clenched teeth and a word part of my brain rejected even before I’d said it out loud but I said it anyway and turned to glare at him. 

“Stop?” he said, managing to look both amused and bewildered at the same time.

“You heard me,” I managed to breathe, pushing myself up and pulling my skirt down at the same time. 

“No, I don’t think I did. I heard you say that you deserve to be punished and I distinctly heard you say please,” he added, one side of his mouth turning up in a self satisfied grin. 

“I don’t want this,” I told him, wiping tears of humiliation out of my eyes. I thought I had, the minute I’d seen him, the moment I’d realized that it was Jonathan Toews in my apartment but now I didn’t.

“I think you do,” he leered at me like he thought we were still playing some kind of game. 

“No,” I repeated, pushing him away and walking, somewhat unsteadily but as purposefully as I could towards my kitchen. I turned on the tap and ran the water until it turned cold and then I dunked my head beneath the icy stream, letting it run over the back of my neck. 

“You don’t tell your dom no for no reason.” I heard his voice but I ignored it, right up until the point he grabbed the back of my shirt in his fist and pulled me back. I glared up at him, letting him see that I was not playing games, not anymore. 

“You don’t break into my apartment. If you want to see me, you ask my permission and I told you not to cut me,” I turned and raised the back of my skirt, revealing the livid red welts that I already knew would be there, “but you did. So no, I don’t want to do this.” I ran my hand through my wet hair and looked at the floor. I didn’t trust all of my anger to be in my eyes if I looked up at him. Not that he gave me a choice. 

I felt his fingers press my chin upwards and as much as I tried not to, I found myself looking into his chocolate brown eyes. Where I expected livid rage I still found humour and yes, still just a hint of confusion. 

“Let’s make a couple of things crystal fucking clear. I did not cut you. If I wanted to cut you, you would be bleeding and I did not break into your apartment, your Super let me in,” he said forcefully and then, when I tried to turn my face away his entire hand cupped my chin in a painful, vice like grip so that I could feel each and every one of his fingertips digging into my jaw. “You want me to fuck you. Deny it.” I stared at him and pressed my lips closed. I did want to fuck him but not like this. His lips turned up at the corners and he suddenly looked like a boy, a boy used to getting his way but pleased by it nonetheless. “That’s what I thought.” His other hand slipped up under my skirt and even though I pressed my thighs together, I whimpered as he cupped my mound. “You want to be fucked, hard and often and you want to be made to scream and we both know that he can’t do that for you,” he began. I growled at him and tried to twist my face enough that I could bite one of his fingers. His lightening reflexes were too fast for me. “Now, now little cat,” he teased, digging his fingers even deeper into my jaw until I winced. 

“You’ve already won, okay?” I hissed at him like the cat he accused me of being. “I gave in, I came to you. You beat him, isn’t that enough for you?” His smile was slow and deliberately predatory and I backed up against the counter as if I had somewhere to go. 

“No,” he said simply and slid one finger between the lace edging of my panties and my skin. I pressed my thighs closer together. His finger found the slick wetness of the need I didn’t want to be feeling and his smile grew until I could see the white pearls of his teeth in the dark. 

“You think you’re sooo fucking special,” I snarled at him and imagined that my pussy had teeth and that I could bite the finger that was probing my innermost centre. 

“I think you want me,” he purred, looking very certain that he was going to win this particular argument and that all of my dissemination was just that and all it was going to require was time and patience before he’d prove his point. 

“You’re the one waiting in my apartment like some kind of deranged stalker,” I pointed out. He tilted his head to one side and regarded me like I was nothing more than an amusing and pretty child. 

“You could just admit that you’re gagging for it and we could stop fucking around here,” he growled and then bent down to cover my mouth with his. He kissed me hard, like he was trying to kiss through me and force my mouth open with pure unadulterated force. I pressed my hands flat against his chest and pushed but it was about as successful as trying to force my hands through a six inch concrete wall. He didn’t move and he didn’t stop kissing me. 

I curled my hands into fists and battered his chest like a drum but besides the sound of flesh striking flesh, my futile attempts at violence did nothing to slow him down. And then he pressed his knee in between my thighs and used it like a crow bar, prying my legs apart until he could put his while hand in my snatch and I was lost all at once. With his fingers on my clit I gasped, opening my mouth to the assault of his tongue and almost all of the fight left me as his tongue stroked mine in the same beat as his fingers played over my clit. 

I still scratched as his upper arms just like a cat not wanting to be picked up does as he set me on the counter and stepped between my thighs. I bit his bottom lip until I had the coppery taste of his blood in my mouth but that hardly deterred him, it only caused him to move the attentions of his lips and mouth to areas below my chin. This, in turn, sent shivers down my spine so much so that I didn’t realize that, at first, that he had let go of me, or at least of my face until I heard the sound of one of my large knives being pulled from the block they were held in. 

I tried to scramble sideways, crablike, but his one hand on my thigh prevented this and so I could only look down, eyes wide, terrified and admittedly fascinated as he aimed that long gleaming blade at my crotch. Did I think he was going to hurt me? For some reason my brain told me no but a squeak escaped my lips nonetheless as he slid the cold steel between my oh-so-sensitive skin and the lace of my panties. 

One flick of his wrist and they snapped apart. 

I stared down as he completed their removal by cutting the waistband as well and then tossing the remnants of my underwear and the knife in the sink. Then I stared at him and he at me. 

That I was inescapably turned on by what he had done was patently evident. Not only in the shortness of my breath and my wide eyes, but as his fingers returned to bury themselves deep in my pussy, he could undoubtedly feel exactly how much I had appreciated that moment of danger and his lips turned up at the corners right before he tangled his free hand in my hair, tugging my head back before he claimed my mouth with his. 

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She kissed me back this time. There was little point in continuing to pretend that she didn’t want this as much as I did but as I reached for that spot inside of her that would make her shudder it was still preferable to have her surrender. As she moaned into my mouth like a good little porn star and as I felt the muscles inside of her grasping at my fingers right before she let go and came hard, I knew I was breaking her like a cowboy does a wild horse. 

No all I had to do was ride her. 

I looked over at the small table in the kitchen and dismissed it. It didn’t look sturdy enough to take both our weights and as much as I couldn’t wait to be buried balls deep in her, I was still tired enough to want to have a soft mattress and sheets under me as I did. 

“Bedroom,” I croaked as we both came up for air. She didn’t dissemble, merely pointed in the direction of the darkened hallway and leaned heavily against me. I carried her down the hallway, despite the protests of my sore shoulder, and kicked open the door at the end. I stared at the bed I knew he had bought her and visions of him fucking her on it danced through my head like cheap, amateur porn. I dismissed those thoughts and tossed her down onto it, letting different visions, ones that had been forming in my head all day, fill my imagination instead. 

She watched, through lidded eyes, as I undressed in front of her. That she appreciated the view was evident in the way she licked her lips as I carefully folded my dress shirt and laid it on a chair in the corner. But the best reaction was the small, cat like mew as I stepped out of my pants and took my briefs with them.

My dick, now free, bounced before her and she stared at with apprehension. I’d had girls, no matter how much they’d wanted to sleep with me say no, get up and leave the moment the saw it but Beth licked her lips and scooted closer to the end of the bed. I groaned when she wrapped both hands around it. I moaned when she slid the tip of it between her lips and over her tongue. 

I didn’t expect her to take all of me. No woman ever had. But she gobbled it down like she’d been starving and this was the first loaf of bread she’d seen in weeks. As she sucked and licked it I dug my fingers into her hair and reminded myself to remain still. I wanted to fuck her mouth, mostly because her mouth haunted my dreams, but despite my reputation I didn’t want to hurt her. All I wanted was to claim her, as mine, pin her to the bed and make her scream my name. 

“Enough,” I whispered gruffly, pulling my hips back and my dick free from her warm, wet mouth. She looked up at me with eyes full of lust and desire and I allowed myself a moment to appreciate the victory. “Strip,” I ordered and watched as she struggled out of the t-shirt and band her skirt had made of itself around her hips. “You won’t see him again,” I told her and meant it. She tossed her clothes in a ball on the floor and then turned to me with an unreadable expression. 

“So after you’ve fucked me, that’s it, we’re done?” I stared at her and then shook my head.

“You think I’d come here, in the middle of the night when I’m supposed to be in my hotel room, risking missing curfew just to fuck you?” I grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. “I could have gone to your little bar and picked up half a dozen girls to fuck tonight but I’m here.” I made the mistake of letting go of one of her ankles and she kicked me, drove her heel right into the flesh above my knee, hard.

“If you think that was supposed to be flattering you’re an asshole!” she hissed at me and then grabbed the sheet and pulled it around her as best as she could, hiding her assets from my greedy eyes. It would have been simple to rip the sheets, tearing them away from her body and letting her know, at the same time, that she did not have the upper hand here but I refrained. 

“Let me rephrase,” I began instead, kneeling on the edge of the mattress and pulling the sheet, with her on it, slowly towards me. “I am here to do what I’ve wanted to fucking do since I first saw you. I’m here to claim you, to mark you, to fuck you unconscious so that there is no doubt in anyone’s mind, especially yours and yes, Pat’s too, that you are mine. So, are we both crystal fucking clear on what’s happening here?” She stared up at me, half shocked, I think, and half afraid that I’m kidding...or maybe that I’m not. 

“Un...unconscious?” she stammered. 

“Have a problem with that?” She shook her head slowly and continued to stare, wide eyed at me as I knelt between her legs and pushed her thighs wide apart. “Good,” I smiled down at her as I eased my fingers inside of her, testing to feel if I needed to begin four-play over again. 

The sound that came from her throat made my dick throb. She whimpered and her eyes rolled back in her head. I pressed my thumb against her clit and her entire body shuddered. If she was this sensitive from the lightest touch, I was going to thoroughly enjoy fucking her.

Because we were still near the edge of the bed I could reach for the condoms I’d dropped on her nightstand and I plucked one foil square and held it out towards her. She dutifully and without having to be asked, opened her sweet mouth and dug her teeth into the foil wrapper. I pulled and she tugged and together we ripped it open and then, while she watched, I rolled it over the tip of my dick and then slowly downwards. 

“Are you ready?” I asked, aiming the head of my dick at her honey hole. She nodded, just once and then together we watched as I screwed my cock slowly inside of her. It was a tight fit and there was a point that I thought that I’d reached the end of her, but then she raised her hips and I slid all the way in. We both groaned and held very still, revelling in the feeling of being swallowed hole while at the same time breathing through that first urge just press her knees back to her ears and just fuck her senseless.

That would be over too soon and I had no intention of letting her sleep anytime before the first rays of the sun peeked in between her curtains.

When I moved again I felt her heels digging into the backs of my thighs. I reciprocated by reaching for her arms and pinning them over her head while I brought my hips up and back. Her gaze went steely but as I deliberately took even longer to screw myself back into her those eyes lost their ice and her expression dissolved as she closed her eyes, rolled her head to the side and cursed quietly. 

“What was that baby? Slower?” I chuckled to myself at my wit. She turned and I saw that steel coming leaking into her eyes but as I bent and ran the tip of my tongue around one pink peak of her nipple those eyes rolled back again and she let out a long hiss of a sigh. “Hmm, that’s what I thought,” I added softly, moving my lips over the other nipple and sucked it into my mouth while I rolled my hips and slid almost all of the way out of her tight little pussy before slowly, sliding back in and this time it was me letting out the long stream of half whispered curses. “Damn it baby you’re fucking tight,” I whispered against the crisp line of her jaw, grazing it with my teeth.  She arched her neck and rolled her face away from my searching gaze. 

I tugged at the big silver hoop in her ear and then licked my way down the arch of her neck before digging my teeth in and sucking her neck, hard. She tasted of booze and cigarettes and something vaguely floral. She gasped, making a sweet, hot noise and pressed her hips up to meet mine on my next down thrust. 

Letting go of her arms I grabbed a tit in each hand and feasted on their ripe, roundness. I sucked and bit her tiny pink nipples and ran my tongue over the tiny bumps in the darker areolas. I bit and sucked at the moon pale skin of each breast, tasting the musk of her sweat as well as the sweet, sharp note of her perfume. I pressed her breasts together and suckled on each nipple until she moaned and her body tightened down around my cock. I closed my eyes and breathed through the overwhelming urge to empty my balls into her hot, tight, wet little honey hole.

Abandoning her sweet, high round tits I grabbed her hips and pulled them off the bed, affording me a deeper, longer thrust that had her panting each time I bottomed out inside of her. She captured her own tits in her hands and tweaked the nipples as I rammed my cock home over and over, again and again as she gasped and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. 

“That’s it baby, cum for me. I want you to cream all over my cock,” I urged her to wrap her legs around my waist, getting her to do some of the work but also freeing up my hands to scoop her ass into my hands as I continued to slam into her, stuffing my cock balls deep into her with each long, hard thrust. She tipped her head back and I could see, even in the moonlit darkness, a fine sheen of sweet break out on her forehead, between her breasts as she worked to meet me somewhere in the middle, her body pushing against mine, sucking me down as she twisted and tugged at those pink little buds. 

“Holy jeeeezuuuzz fuck me!” she groaned and I threw my hips forward, grinding them into her as I fought to shove every last, solid inch of my cock deep in her hot little pussy. 

“Yeah baby, I want you to fucking scream my name when you cum.” She opened one eye and stared at me, one corner of her full mouth turning up in a smile that told me I’d have to do better if I thought that’s what I’d earned. Raising a single eyebrow and mirroring that smirk, I pulled out of her completely and with little effort, turned her over onto her stomach and shoved her face down in the now tangled blankets. 

She made a sound that was muffled by the quilt as I pushed one hand between her shoulder blades, keeping her in place while, using my other hand, I pulled her hips up off the bed just enough to allow me to see my goal. Her honey pot was gleaming, shining brightly in the near dark, smeared with her juices and swollen with need. I aimed the head of my dick at that dark crease and gently, slowly, screwed my way inside of her. 

“Holy fucking hell!” If I’d thought she was tight before I nearly went blind with the overwhelming sensation of entering her from behind. She was doubly tight and shallow and I couldn’t get all of my cock inside of her, at least not on the first try. She moaned  like a porn star and as I watched, her hands scrambled for purchase in the very rumpled sheets as she pressed her sweet, round ass back against me. “Yeah, you like that baby?” I looked down at my fingers spread over the pale hills of her ass cheeks and smiled to myself. 

Her back bowed, her head tossed back and she squealed like a pig when I spanked her hard enough to see my hand print on her ass. Her cunt damn near squeezed the life out of me too. I gasped, my eyes closed and I blew out a long, slow breath and then I did it again. Her body bucked against me and I watched rather than felt a shiver run right down her spine before her pussy muscles squeezed tight around my dick. 

“Ohhhh goddddd,” she moaned and pressed her ass back against me, practically begging for more. I spread my fingers out over the imprint of my hand and gently smoothed it away and then, with one hand sliding down around and over her stomach, I gave her ass a more gentle slap. This time though, with my fingers on her clit, she didn’t buck but instead went very, very still. I repeated the motion and this time she rocked her head from side to side as her body sucked at mine, trying to milk me dry. 

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I told her, still rolling her clit between my fingers while I held onto one hip and pulled my own hips back. She tossed her hair to the side and looked back at me, her eyes hooded, her mouth ajar. I took that as encouragement and rocked my hips forward, hard, shoving my dick back into her tight, wet folds. She moaned and then pressed her ass back against me so that I did it again. 

She matched every single, hard, deep thrust until both of us were groaning and moaning and I could feel my balls pulling up tight beneath my dick. She was close, I knew, just from the way I had to work at screwing my way into her each and every time but she wasn’t ready to give in. She had will power, I had to give her that but I knew one, sure way of overcoming her resolve.

I grabbed her hips and slowly leaned backwards, lying back on the mattress and taking her with me until she was balancing on her toes with that sweet ass pressed down against my groin. I ran my hands up her waist and cupped her tits, one in each hand. 

“Fuck me baby,” I encouraged her and was rewarded with being able to watch her sweet ass rise up, leaving my cock gleaming, covered in her juices. She slid slowly back down over me, her pussy lips parting. I pressed her ass cheeks wide so I could watch. My cock had begun to ache. 

She moaned and repeated the motion, rising and falling over my cock, over me, again and again until she was bouncing up and down like a she was a pogo stick. My breathing was beginning to get ragged and I felt my pulse race but I refused to come before her. 

“Turn and face me,” I asked and she did, without having to be asked twice. I watched her fist form around my dick and then watched and licked my lips while she lowered her pussy lips down over my cock until it had disappeared up inside of her. “Oh fuck baby, that’s hot,” I told her as I reached up to cup those ripe tits of hers’, one in each hand. She sort of leaned into me and began to move, by inches, up and down over me.

I ran the pads of my thumbs over each hard little pebble of her nipple, flicking them, making her gasp out loud. She gazed down at me, her bottom lip sucked into her mouth as the fleshy lips of her pussy sucked in my cock. I raised my hips off the bed and shoved myself as deep up inside of her as I could. She smiled, a satisfied sort of smile and then reached back and cupped my balls. 

My eyes closed and I groaned, loud and long. Most women pay no attention to the very sensitive and in need of love to scrotum. Beth rolled my balls in her hand and then, gently tugged. I groaned again and this time she slid her hand a little farther back, her body partly twisting away from me. I tugged on her nipples, she slid her finger near my asshole. 

I opened my mouth to say no, but then she ran just the pad of her finger over my chocolate starfish and my entire body went rigid and I nearly came. 

“Holy fuuuuuck!” I exclaimed and she grinned, proudly down at me. Biting down on her bottom lip and batting her eyelashes coquettishly at me, she reached up and instead of diddling around near my ass again, she lifted those curls of hers off her shoulders and started to bob up and down on my pole faster. 

It was my turn to be sure I was going to cum and I didn’t want to. Not yet. So, instead, I sat up, pushed her firmly but gently backwards and then scrambled to get between her thighs, pull them wide and shove myself into her all at the same time. 

She cried out, her head tilting back and as I rocked my hips back and then forward again, she began to pant, heavily. 

“My clit,” she whispered, holdng her hand out towards me. She drew me it up towards her mouth, sucked my index finger between her red lips and then guided my fingers down to her clit. I rubbed that joy button hard and fast and as she bobbed up and down on me, as she alternately panted and called my name.

Raising my hips off the mattress I shoved myself up into her and begged her to cum. I wanted to watch, wanted to see it from here. She still seemed to be fighting it, even as she cupped her tits together and offered them down to me. I managed to get up on my elbows and then struggled to grab her ass with both hands. That’s when I grabbed one tit in my mouth, swallowing as much of it was possible as I shoved my cock up deep in her pussy. 

“Now,” she gasped and tilted her head back so that her hair ran down to the small of her back.

I was close but I was determined she would go first and as I suckled on one tit she did, her entire body shuddering with the strength of it. Her pussy sucked at me like a mouth and I came, hard, right behind her. I shoved myself deep in her pussy and held on for dear life while I shot load, after load, deep into her pussy and that condom and prayed that it would hold