Page 51 of He Has Game (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
“Did I do something wrong?” The look of concern on her face is precious and I choke out a chuckle.
“No.” My voice is gritty with strain. “You did everything right. But I don’t want to lose it before I’m inside you.” Foreplay is over and I reach to my nightstand drawer and take out a foil pack. I tear it open.
She reaches up. “Can I put it on you?”
Jesus Christ, it’s hard enough holding my shit together, but how can I deny her? She hasn’t asked for anything and deserves everything. Swearing to myself, I think about referees blowing whistles, going to the dentist, visiting the chiropractor and my new favorite, Sherry fucking Boylston’s nasty face telling me she’ll ruin me. That does it as I take the condom from the foil and hand it to Vivvie.
Kneeling between her legs, my cock is still plenty hard, but the urgency is quelled for the moment as she sits up and looks at it, touches it, takes measure of my manhood.
“Do I pass the test?”
Snapping her eyes to mine, she blushes a deep pink, noticeable even with the rosy color of her post-orgasmic complexion. She nods and smiles.
“You’re unbelievable. I’m impressed. Maybe even . . .”
“Intimidated? Don’t be. I swear I’ll go easy. I swear you’ll enjoy every last centimeter of me inside you.”
The look she gives me then shoots a powerful spark through me and my cock jumps, hardening to near diamond cutter in a rush of blood, my heart pumping hard and fast. And now I need to close my eyes and think of crazy refs and zebras, imagine immersing myself into an icy pond. With fish. I hate fish.
“Are you okay? Can I—”
Opening my eyes, my voice raspy, I say, “Yes. Put it on me.”
Taking me in hand, she rolls the condom down my shaft, slowly and cautiously and perfectly. I’m controlling my breathing like a woman in labor, enjoying her attention and hanging onto my shit until she’s done. When she looks up, a satisfied smile on her face, I take that face in my hands and kiss her, pushing her back into the pillows and hold myself over her.
“I love your kisses,” she says when I come up for air.
My arm shakes as I hold myself off her and slide my other hand down, skimming her belly. She jumps as I reach the sensitive area just below her navel and I stop there to tease her. But not for long, because I don’t have long and I need to touch her clit again, to feel her honey on my fingers this time.
“Oh my God, Finn. I want you inside me,” she breaths, deep sincerity in her voice. I believe her and take my sheathed cock in hand, positioning it at her opening. But I can’t resist brushing it against her pussy, hitting her clit, and she calls out. She’s super sensitive and so fucking wet as I spread her folds and insert my tip.
I fill her inch by inch, watching her face, caressing it, taking care because I know how inexperienced she is and I can feel how small and tight she is. Taking my time isn’t easy, but there’s nothing else I want to do, nothing else possible as I see the look in her eyes, the wonder, the caring and the flat-out lust. I move slow, swiveling my hips.
She moans again and the sound is enough to send me over, so I stop.
“Your moans drive me crazy. I want us to come together, Vivvie. To make this the most memorable night of your life.”
“It is, Finn. I’ll remember this night always.” She bites her lip as I push all the way inside her, to her very limit, feeling the snug suction of her pussy surrounding my cock. And trying not to think of the implication of her words, sounding as if this is a one-timer, the first and last night we’ll spend together.Live in the moment, Finn. Good advice for how to have an affair with Vivvie.
She squirms under me, arching up, her eyes shuttering closed. I pump harder, reading her silent signals, listening to her hard breathing. I move a hand from under her ass and slide it between us to feel the moisture of her swollen pussy. She cries out.
Sliding out to my tip, I take my cock in my hand and stroke her folds with it, finding her clit. I slide back inside, fast and hot and flick her clit with my finger, slipping through the soaking folds. My muscles quiver as my balls tighten because the rising noises she’s making have hold of me, tearing my control to shreds.
Pumping hard and fast now, our breathing ragged, my finger flicking fast, her hips are rising against mine in perfect frantic rhythm.
“Finn . . . Finn. I . . . don’t stop . . . don’t ever stop.” She cries out and her pussy clenches around my cock, her legs clutch around my back, and I take in the shuddering waves of her orgasm. Watching her face, the beautiful pleasure-pain look on her dewy face, her fluttering eyes, as she struggles to meet my gaze. Kissing her all over her face, I tell her how gorgeous she is, how sexy, and how excruciatingly excited she’s making me.
My balls tighten as I feel the heat rise, feel the rush of blood rage through me as my cock explodes inside her and I call out, holding her, holding myself inside her, riding the aftershocks as she clenches around me on a moan.
“God almighty, Vivvie. I’ve never come so hard,” I rasp in her ear, nibble and kiss her earlobe, clutch her to me as if she’s a rare treasure because I know she’s given me a rare treasure. Our breathing is hard and fast, my heart still thudding wildly and I want to hold her while we come down from our high together.
“Do you know what a magnificent lover you are? How giving and thorough?”
“I might have been told once or twice,” I say, needing to keep it light even as I feel myself drowning in emotions. She shakes my arm, gives a lazy laugh like all her energy’s been sapped and it probably has.
“Seriously, Finn. I never dreamed it could be like this, like heaven on earth.” Her words warm me, electrify me. And scare the shit out of me. I kiss her to stop her from saying more as much as I do because I love kissing her.
I want her again, but I can’t afford to deplete myself. She yawns and snuggles into my side. It’s strange that I never slept with a woman before. Never snuggled. Eschewed it as something to be avoided at all costs.
Now as I lie wrapped in Vivvie’s warmth, holding her in my arms, her skin against mine and listening to her soft breathing, there’s no place I’d rather be, no more relaxing, peaceful place to fall asleep.
* * *
In the morningI leave her a note while she sleeps, telling her to come to watch the morning skate. It’s an impulsive invitation, but I don’t regret it as I ride down the elevator alone. Because I want her with me. Every single minute while I have her.
After the morning skate around, we’ll be visiting Children’s Hospital and I’m fucking glad I’ll have Vivvie with me for that. As much as I need to do what I can to ease the burden of the kids who are dealing with devastating illness and trauma, it takes an emotional toll on me.
But now I have a secret weapon, the antidote for anything and everything that’s wrong with the world. Vivvie.
