Chapter 2

“This place?” It was a quiet, suburban street where all the windows were dark at the witching hour. It was a sweet two up two down peaked roof house that was probably from the fifties with a welcoming looking front door and an urn standing on a brick post at the end of a driveway that could have done with some TLC. I stared at it and imagined walking through that front door to be welcomed by his mother in curlers and fuzzy slippers. 

“Yep,” he replied, pulling the key from the ignition and reaching for the handle on the inside of the driver's door. 

“Wait...you live here?” It definitely wasn’t the kind of run down place that college kids usually rented, even though, on second glance I realized a giant addition had been added. 

“Yeah,” he answered again, grinning over at me like I’d asked something funny. Like there could be any other answer to that question. I glanced up the driveway again and shook my head. 

“let me guess, with your parents, right?” I asked, already feeling the answer in my bones. 

“Well yeah, and my sisters,” he answered as if I should have known it and, more remarkably, like it wasn’t weird to bring a random hook up home in the wee hours of the night to mom and dad. 

“Oh hell no,” I snapped, sitting back in the black leather seat, crossing my arms and staring straight ahead. “I am not going into your parents’ house.”

“Mine’s the one above the garage,” he pointed out, like it mattered, like it made one damn bit of difference to me.

“Look, I was only going along with this...,” I bit off the next words that had nearly spilled from the tip of my tongue. He didn’t need to know about my personal life and exactly what a shit storm it was.  I didn’t feel like telling him that the best way I knew how to get over someone was to get under someone else.  I just wanted to hook up and then roll out and forget about him. I wasn’t up for pancake breakfast and small talk with mom and dad. “Y’know what, I’ll just call a cab. Where am I?” I pulled my phone out and started to call but he reached over and took it out of my hand. 

“We can go back to your place, if that’s what you want.” I stared at my phone and then at him and shook my head. I didn’t like sharing my bed. It wasn’t exactly a phobia, it was just that I liked to roll over onto cool sheets, not a wet spot and I didn’t like having a blast furnace next to me either. “Okay, a hotel then,” he offered and I blinked at him. He’d gone from cool and confident to desperate and it made me look at him differently. 

“A hotel?” 

“I’ll pay,” he offered, pulling his wallet out and flashing what looked a hell of a lot like a platinum card to me.

“Y’mean Daddy’ll pay,” I mumbled, looking at the card and considering a night spent between clean sheets on a mattress that didn’t have hills and valleys. “Yeah, okay fine,” I grumbled and his whole face lit up like a kid who’d just got his first bike. 

“Okay,” he grinned and fished in his pocket for his keys, stuffing them back in the ignition and putting his foot to the floor. 

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I knew exactly what the girl at the front desk was thinking as I handed her my credit card and signed us in. I ignored her disapproving look, mostly because she did, even though she was pretty preoccupied with checking out the lavish lobby. Of course she’d noticed the way the front desk clerk had looked down her nose at us. She definitely had, but she wore the same tight lipped expression Tazer did when he was ignoring someone he didn’t want to talk to. 

“Ready?” I asked, flashing the security card at her. She shrugged one bare, milky white shoulder at me and then followed me to the elevators. We didn’t talk when the doors closed. She watched the numbers light up over our heads as she leaned against the back wall. This would usually be the point where the drunken puck fuck I’d dragged back to a hotel on the road would be on her knees giving me head or at least draped all over me, sticking her tongue in my ear and pawing me. For a brief moment I wondered what the hell I was doing here and then the doors opened and  she stepped out into the hallway, turned and looked expectantly at me. 

“Well, are we doing this or what?” she asked and then strode down the hallway like a model on a runway, with her long, toned bare legs mesmerizing me so that I ended up happily stumbling after her like a kid being lead along a trail of cookie crumbs. 

“Do you want a drink or something? Are you hungry? We could get room service,” I suggested as I slid the card through the reader and watched the three little lights go green. I pushed the door open and turned to look for her answer which is when she slammed me up against the wall and kissed me. 

Not like I was about to complain. I’d been trying to figure out how to make the transition from not touching to getting down to it anyways so I was completely good with her making the first move. I heard the door click shut behind me as I went for her ass and cursed my cast as I tried to grab hold. There was nothing sexy or smooth about shoving my cast against her ass, but she didn’t seem to mind or at least she didn’t show any signs of being put off by it. In fact she grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me into the room, right back to the bed.  

“You have something, right?” she whispered into my ear as she backed up onto the bed and bit down on my earlobe. 

“Of course,” I replied, reaching down to tug her tank top up over her head. I hadn’t been without protection in my wallet since I was thirteen and not just because I’d been precocious as a kid but because puck bunnies start picking out the talent early, hoping to hitch a ride to the big show. I plucked a foil square from my wallet and she nodded, taking it from my hand and climbing off the bed. 

I didn’t argue when she reached for the zipper on my pants. I’ve been given head more times than I can count and I enjoy the fuck out of it every time. Getting head’s like eating pizza, even when it’s bad it’s pretty good. Not that I was worried about her being bad at it. The way she took control, the way she dove right in and grabbed hold of what she wanted told me she was going to be a fucking pro. 

I moaned out loud when her tongue swirled around the head of my dick like she was licking cheap ice cream, the kind you’ve got to get through fast because it melts so damn quick. I dug my good hand into her hair, wrapping that copper silk around my fingers, not with the intention of doing more than making sure I had a good view of a pro at work but one warning look from those green eyes of hers’ and I didn’t give her so much as a tug as she swallowed me whole. 

I wasn’t rock hard yet. I’ve been with too many chicks to get hard too fast. I can make it half way through a porn film before I get really hard, unless the chick is super hot or diving down on some other chick, in which case I’m like a thirteen year old all over again. I kind of liked that she took me in over her tongue when I was half soft. It felt kind of cool for her to suck on it like that, to get hard in her mouth while she rolled my balls in one hand and stroked the back of my thigh with her other hand. 

I like watching my dick go in and out of a girl’s mouth. I don’t know what it is but it’s fucking hot. I know not all chicks like it, some treat it like a chore, like washing dishes, something that just has to be done and they get to it but you just know by the way they just spend all the time moving you in and out over their tongue that they're not into it. Then there are chicks like this one that have turned giving a blow job into fine art. She used her tongue and her teeth and her lips and her hands. A little nibble there, a long, slow, deliberate lick there and then she pursed her lips and blew across the divot on the head of my cock and I fucking shuddered. 

“Damn baby,” I grinned down at her, “that’s fucking hot.” 

“Jesus Christ you sound like Paris fucking Hilton,” she laughed as she grabbed the foil packet and the next thing I knew I was gloved up, her fist at the base of my dick. “We’ll see how hot you are,” she added, reaching back to undo her bra and shrugging it off like it was nothing to see her tits. I don’t care how old you are, five or fifty, it’s always good to see a pair of boobs. 

“Hey, slow down baby,” I said, reaching to stop her as she went to unzip her denim skirt, “it’s not a race. Believe me, I can last all night,” I told her with what I knew was my cockiest grin, the one that made so many guys want to slap my mouth guard out on the ice. 

“Sure,” she said and peeled her skirt off so that she was standing there in a pair of black panties, nothing special, just black cotton bikini panties with a little bow on the front. They weren’t the kind of panties that girls usually wore when they wanted a guy’s attention but for some reason, on her they seemed sexy. She wasn’t wearing a lot of make-up either, a little lip gloss that was gone now and some eyeliner and mascara I was guessing, but from what I could tell, nothing else. She kind of gave off this hot girl next door vibe and for just a minute I thought about Tazer and how he was always wishing that girls would make less of an effort. “Well?” she asked and stared expectantly at me. 

I looked down at my pants pooled around my ankles and had to waddle to the bed to pull my vans off so I get my socks and pants off. Last was my shirt and the minute I pulled it over my head she made a noise. It wasn’t a gasp but it was the kind of noise that said she was surprised to see definition and muscle where I’m guessing she’d expected a bit of a beer gut. 

I don’t work out like a fiend the way some guys do or at least the way Tazer does, like it’s the most important part of his day, aside from playing. I can always come up with something else I’d rather be doing. But this year I’d promised to show up at training camp in better shape and of course there’d been those less than flattering pictures making their way around the internet that a lot of the guys had been giving me the gears about, calling me soft and other, worse, things. 

I gave a little flex and it was too much. She rolled her eyes, turned around and hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties then shimmied out of them. I kept my mouth shut and didn’t let a comment fly about her ass, even though I appreciated the view. It went with her legs, the kind of ass you could definitely bounce a quarter off of, tight and muscular but still feminine. I wanted to grab it and slide my dick into her pussy from behind just so I could put my hands on it but I didn’t, because the view she replaced it with was even better. 

She turned over and lay there on her back, waiting for me and I think I stood there too long just appreciating the view but it was hard not to. In fact it was hard to ignore the urge to grab my phone, take a picture and send it to the guys asking what they were doing for their summer vacation. She was tanned just about everywhere and the thin tan lines on her hips and around her tits were like highlights, like ‘read here’ and I did as I crawled eagerly up onto the bed and immediately closed my lips around one of her dark pink nipples. 

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His kisses were sloppy, all sort of wet and off center like an eager puppy’s. I was half afraid when he latched onto my boob like a hungry baby that he might try and go down on me and it would be one of those all style and no slam dunk moments but luckily he just got between my thighs and rammed his cock home like a heat seeking missile. 

He wasn’t going to earn any style points there either. He grabbed both of my legs, pressed them as far apart as they would go and just sort of, went to town. He watched himself going in and out of me like he was impressed with himself, as if that was the best part of show. He didn’t make a move to change positions, the angle, or, god forbid, touch me at all. I waited, lying there, being serviced as if I were no more than a blow up doll and wondered what in the hell I was doing this for. Tristan had friends who would have gladly agreed to enter into a little revenge sex, guys I knew by reputation would have been better than this.  Hell, there was a waitress back at the bar that I’d been told swung both ways that, in that moment, I was thinking had to have been better than this. 

“Let me be on top,” I breathed, scooting back so that he slid out. He grinned, like I’d just handed him a cookie and flopped down onto his back so hard that he bounced. His boyish enthusiasm was kind of cute but what I wanted right then wasn’t cute. What I wanted was to get off with the fewest complications. 

“Oh yeah baby, ride ‘em cowgirl!” he grinned up at me as I lowered myself down over him. He wasn’t big and he stuck straight up like a flag pole so it didn’t take any special manoeuvres. I put my hands flat on his chest and rocked my hips forward so my clit pressed against his pelvic bone. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. “Oh yeah, you like that huh baby?” he asked and I reached forward and pressed my fingers against his lips. 

“Shut up,” I hissed and rocked my hips again, harder this time, hard and fast. I gasped out loud this time and I could see his answering grin even behind my fingers. He pressed up into me and I gasped again. That I hadn’t expected. I’d sort of thought he’d just lie there and let me do all the work but he grabbed my hips and forced himself up into me, once, twice and I couldn’t help it. I leaned back and watched his abdominals work as he fucked me. 

“Oh yeah, you like that,” he grinned, ignoring my scowl as I dug my fingernails into his thighs. 

“Do you always talk this much?” I hissed at him and he laughed, actually laughed. Then, with one powerful movement that no guy I’d ever been with had ever been able to do, he rolled me onto my back and kept pumping. I was impressed and maybe for a moment a little breathless and I’m pretty sure he took that as encouragement. He started grunting and slamming into me like he was trying to fuck into the mattress.

I didn’t want to but I liked it. It was exactly what I needed. I met him thrust for thrust, our bodies coming together like two prizefighters standing toe to toe in the middle of the ring and scrapping it out. By the time I was getting close sweat was beading on his forehead and I could feel my own running down between my breasts. 

Snaking my hand between his body and mine I pressed my fingertips against my clit and immediately felt my entire body snap to attention. His eyes got wide and he stared at me like he couldn’t believe what I was doing, like no girl had ever had the need, or I was guessing, the stones, to get herself off but he was beyond actually putting the question that was clear in his eyes into actual words. 

His breathing had gotten ragged and his pupils were huge. His face had gone all red and I could tell he no longer had control over his body. He was slamming into me, balls deep, with complete abandon and I was working my clit like I was trying to erase it. When his eyes rolled back in his head I was right behind him and when he roared like a lion at feeding time at the zoo I let my own cry loose, my body arched up off of the bed and all I could see behind my eyelids were pretty patterns. 

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I woke up yawning and stretching and face down in pile of pillows that looked like they’d been used in a sorority pillow fight. The once crisp white sheet was wrapped around my legs so tight I had to kick and twist to get free enough to reach my phone as it tried to vibrate off the edge of the bed side table. I pulled it across the empty bed and peered, one eyed, at the screen. It was Kaleta which meant I was late for the gym.

“Sorry dude,” I yawned, “I guess I slept in.” 

“Yeah, yeah, play another song Kaner. Get your ass in gear.” I made another noise and turned over, intending to apologize to the lovely waitress I’d fucked the stuffing out of, only to find the side of the bed I’d expected to find her on empty. 

“Huh...dine and dash.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kaleta asked, sounding bored. I could hear weights clinking in the background, which meant he was already at the gym, which meant I was really late. Our usual meeting spot was a coffee shop down the block. 

“Girl I took...well the girl I was with last night...she’s gone,” I explained, sitting up and running my fingers through my hair. 

“Aaaand?” Kaleta queried, still sounding like I was putting him to sleep and irritating the shit out of him at the same time. He should get together with Tazer, they could have a Kane bitch and moan fest. 

“Well I dunno, I’m usually the one bugging out before they wake up,” I explained, looking around the room for a sign that I was wrong, that she still might be here somewhere, just maybe on a trip down the hallway for ice or something. 

“Count your lucky fucking stars,” he snorted and I could see his smirk from here. “Like you were gonna ask for her number anyway. Now if you’ve finished acting like a fucking girl, get your butt to the gym” he added and then promptly hung up. 

I put my phone face down and lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. The smell of sex still hung in the air and cock stirred at the memory of waking up in the middle of the night, rolling over and slipping between her thighs, feeling that tight dancer’s ass pressing back against me as I fucked her from behind. Her pussy had been tight like a virgin’s but she was definitely not one of those. I could still feel her mouth around my joint and the thought made me smile as I slid one hand down under the covers and....

My phone vibrated across the bed. I reached out with my free hand and grabbed it. It was a text from Kaleta. 

Don’t go back to sleep!

“Fuck, I’m up, I’m up,” I grumbled and then thought about what I’d started and smiled to myself. “Maybe just a few more minutes.”