Oh Jesus, did I say lovemaking?
Fuck me.
But before I can dwell on that for long, she moves her mouth up and down me in a rhythm that has my toes curling and my back arching off the trampoline, wanting to go as deep as I can inside her hot mouth. Slipping my fingers into her hair, I love how long it is, how softly and perfectly it wraps around my fingers. As she increases her rhythm, I can’t help it, I thrust into her mouth, unable to get enough. When she gags, though, I pause.
“Sorry,” I find myself saying like a damn pussy.
Shit, I’m exactly what she said. A wannabe player. How sad. But she doesn’t seem to mind and continues her mindless assault on me. My body tenses and I know I’m almost there. I want to blow my load to the back of her throat, I do, but I don’t think she’s that kind of girl. And plus, I have to be in her one more time. Pulling her head back, she looks up at me, her lips swollen, her eyes watering, and I swear, could she be any more exquisite? Bringing her to me, I take her mouth with mine as she melts against me, her body molding into mine.
“You were almost done,” she whispers against my lips as I roll her over, covering her body with mine. The trampoline is so small, it’s really only supposed to be used to jump on to get to the top bunk. Some stupid thing Jude came up with, and I really didn’t think it through when I laid her down on it. As I bring her leg up, a spring digs into my knee. But I have one thing on my mind, and it sure as hell isn’t the pain I’m feeling in my knee. Or the fact that I’m going to be sore. It was the first place I could get her to that was comfortable, and I have every intention of continuing to make it work.
Remembering her words, I say, “Yeah, I know, but I want to be inside you when I come.”
My voice is rough as I tear the condom open, sheathing myself as she watches. Directing myself into her hot, tight body, I close my eyes and thrust into her until I completely disappear. The fit is tight, so fucking tight, and I love it. Fucking love it. I look down at her and her mouth is parted. She’s gasping for breath and she looks so small beneath me. The room isn’t lit completely yet, but the warm glow makes her body sparkle and I’m spellbound by her.
She’s like a little pixie.
My little pixie.
Pulling out, I thrust back in, my name falling from her lips in such a way that has me slamming back into her. I love the way she feels, the way her body fits mine and sucks me in. I have no clue where she has been all my life, but it’s like I’m seeing beauty for the first time. Like, have I ever really seen that color brown in someone’s hair before? It’s almost a whiskey color, a little red in there too. Her eyes…I’ve never seen such turquoise depths that capture me the way her eyes do. Her lips, so full and soft, but have I ever actually seen a real Cupid’s bow mouth? I don’t think so. I’ve never been graced by such beauty, and I really don’t know how I’m supposed to walk away from her with my heart still in my chest.
Soon, my thrusts become more urgent, more needful, and I’m pounding into her like there is no tomorrow. Each thrust stealing her breath and mine. As her eyes roll to the back of her head and she squeezes me tighter, I’m lost. It just isn’t fair. When I come, I come hard, her body clenching around mine. Lights go off behind my eyes as her nails dig into my back, and soon, I’m jerking into her. I groan hard and my heart is pounding as her nails continue to dig into my skin. When I fall on top of her, she welcomes me, her arms coming around me to hold me. Rolling to the side, I cuddle her into my arms, still inside her, before kissing her forehead. My breath is harsh, my body still shaking against hers as her leg hooks across my hip.
Nothing is said for a very long time, and I still don’t know what is going on.
Am I fucking?
Or am I making love?
That’s a question that needs to be answered. But when her eyes meet mine, I don’t know how to ask without sound like a pussy-whipped sap. Thankfully, she speaks first.
“Why is it so good?” Her eyes are wide and it’s obvious she didn’t mean to say that out loud.
All I can do is shrug as I swallow loudly. “I’m sure you don’t want some line for that.”
“I don’t. I want the truth.”
“If I had it, I’d give it to you.”
“It’s odd. Like mind-blowing, great sex doesn’t come along like this.”
“I know,” I agree, my heart still pounding in cadence with hers.
“What’s your dream, Jace?”
I’m confused by the out-of-left-field kind of question, but I don’t hesitate. “To be in the NHL, to be the best damn scorer in the league.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
“Nothing, just had to remind myself of something.” She then moves away, pulling my cock out of her with ease. Reaching down, I pull off the condom, throwing it in the trash can, and when I look back, she’s reaching down for her pants.
“Which is?”
She looks back at me as she untangles her panties from her jeans. “Nothing.”
“No, it’s something, and why are you leaving?”