Page 61 of Shootout
“We’ll get there soon enough. The couch. The bed. The shower. I plan on trying every one of them before the night is over.”
“I’m game.”
I deposited her on the cushions. Her luminous eyes were huge and trusting, causing a tug at my heart. This thing between us was supposed to be physical, nothing else, yet I already felt my control slipping away and my intentions shifting. Whether it was the alcohol talking or something else, I wasn’t afraid of showing her how much she meant to me, even though I didn’t know the extent of my own feelings.
My mouth was on hers again, and she gave it right back to me. As invested in orgasms as I was, the way we were going, I’d probably have my first one of the night sooner than later.
“Condom,” she gasped as I rubbed my lower body against hers, having forgotten all about that one crucial item. She did this to me. No other woman had made me forget about a condom.
“Fuck,” I muttered, not wanting to leave her soft, willing body. I forced myself to walk a few strides across the room and grab a condom from my wallet that lay on the floor. I tore it open and started to roll it on as I walked back to her.
“Don’t.” She sat up and I stopped midroll, horrified at the possibility she might be having second thoughts. “Let me do it.” She crooked her little finger and beckoned me toward the couch. My grin was so wide it was almost painful.
I stood before her, my legs spread slightly for balance. Her hands touched my dick, and I gasped, hoping like hell my legs didn’t give out. Rolling the condom down my hard length took a painfully long time. But like a good soldier, I didn’t move until she was done.
“Now come to me, big boy.” She held out her arms, and this guy didn’t need a second invitation. In a split second, I knelt with my knees on either side of her body and leaned down to rain little kisses all over her face and neck. Her hands stroked my back, skimming across my spine and my ribs as if she were memorizing every square inch.
I caught a nipple between my lips and sucked while flicking my tongue across that hard nub. Her whimpers and moans drove me further toward a point of no return, and I hadn’t even entered her yet. Foreplay wasn’t going to be an option, I had to have her or embarrass myself due to lack of control.
“I…I need you…now.”
“Then take me, Banks.”
Those words were music to my ears. Her sultry smile and writhing body were all the encouragement I needed. She spread her legs and wrapped them around my waist, angling her hips to invite me to the promised land.
She was warm and wet, and I slid into her welcoming body. I gritted my teeth, resisting the animalistic urge to slam deep into her and opting for a more civilized approach that was killing me with the expectation of immense pleasure.
When I’d finally sunk home. I held myself there and closed my eyes, reveling in how her body fit mine as if we were made for each other.
“Enough slacking. Fuck me,” she demanded and my eyes flew open. Several pumps of my hips and I knew my last vestiges of control had shattered. I managed one more thrust before fireworks exploded in my brain. Off in the distance, Jessie screamed my name, but I was too far gone to make sense of anything but my own feelings. The pleasure was almost unbearable in its intensity but wonderous and addictive.
The Zamboni orgasm hadn’t been an anomaly. It might’ve been mind-blowing and unequaled by any other orgasm I’d had to date, but tonight’s release surpassed what I’d previously considered impossible.
I collapsed to the soft carpet on the floor and pulled Jessie on top of me. She sprawled across my chest, her head resting near my cheek. Her heavy breathing matched mine. Neither of us spoke. There were no words for what we’d experienced together. No definition of what had just happened. And there wasn’t any turning back.
Not for me.
That night we had sex three more times, the last time in the actual king-size bed. I’d done an atypical thing for me, I’d made love to her slow and gentle that last time before we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
My last thought was Jessie just might be the woman I’d been waiting for all my life and hadn’t realized it until this moment.
ChapterTwenty-Three
CHIP ON MY SHOULDER
~~Jessie~~
My fake relationship didn’t seem so fake anymore. It’d become very real, even though it wasn’t.
I blew my resolve all to hell in the week following the gala. Banks and I sneaked behind my brother’s back and managed to sleep together three more times before the team left the following Friday on a three-game road trip.
I didn’t see any point in rubbing our sexual relationship in Jason’s face. I’m sure it’s hard to imagine your younger sister having sex, especially with a teammate. He still thought of me as the pesky little girl who begged him to take her to hockey practice.
An inner desperation drove me as if I had to get in as much Banks time as possible before everything crumbled around us. Things were going well, and I shouldn’t be thinking like that. My past experience with Rick was hard to shake, but I was determined to shake it. I didn’t know if Banks would be an integral part of my life tomorrow or the next week or the next month. We both appeared to be avoiding the subject of when to break up.
Banks and I brushed up on our phone sex during his road trip, and I immersed myself in my coaching and teaching. My kids were improving, and I felt a measure of pride in the strides they’d made in each of my classes, whether they be beginners who managed to skate to the end of the rink and back without falling or experienced hockey players who mastered a certain nuance of the game.
The team I was an assistant coach on was a different matter. Jonas was still a thorn in my side, and most likely, I was in his. For example, today’s practice had been an exercise in frustration as far as I was concerned.
