Authors: Cher Carson
She smiled and looked down at him through the dark veil of her lashes. “Steve, can I ask you to do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
He loved the fact his no-nonsense lawyer morphed into his dirty girl as soon as he touched her. “Sorry, I can’t do that, baby.” He laughed when she pouted. “But I can make love to you all night long.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. “I think I can live with that.”
He lifted her up and carried her down the hall. “Which room?”
“It’s the one at the end of the hall.”
She leaned in to kiss his neck. “What’re you thinking about?”
Closing his eyes, he revelled in the feel of her hot tongue trailing up his neck. He hated knowing this may be their last time, but if it was, he was determined to make sure she would never forget him. “Hmm, I’m just enjoying this, being here with you.” He hit the light switch with his elbow, illuminating the room. He set her down on the bed, staring down at her. “The way I feel about you scares the hell out of me. I don’t know how I’m gonna let you go, sweetheart.”
“For the record, I feel the same way,” she whispered.
He dipped his finger between her legs, sliding between her slick folds. “God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss her shoulder. “So wet and so damn hot.”
She eased her legs apart, giving him better access. “I’ve been fantasizing about a man who could make me feel this way for so long. I’d lie here at night thinking about it.” She moaned when he started stroking her clit.
He leaned in to taste her mouth, slipping his tongue inside. She tasted like fine wine and sin. “I can’t get enough of you, lady,” he said between kisses. “You make it impossible to think about anything else, including hockey.”
She skimmed her nails over his back. “Maybe we can hook up when I come back to town to visit my family?”
He didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to think about tonight. Slipping a finger inside of her, he rotated it just enough to bring her hips off the bed. “Feel good, baby?”
She ground her hips into the mattress, her head lulling from one side to the other. “Ah, keep doing that.”
He added another finger as his thumb brushed her clit. “Just like that?”
She dug her nails into his shoulder. “Yes, oh God, yes.”
He loved watching her gorgeous face as she plummeted over the edge of ecstasy. It was a rush knowing he had the power to make her forget everyone and everything, except for him. “I want to taste you again,” he whispered, burying his face in her sweet-smelling hair. In the past, he wouldn’t have thought it possible to be so fixated on someone else’s pleasure that he was willing to postpone his own release indefinitely, but he knew that with this woman, anything was possible.
“Yes, please…”
He levelled his weight on top of her as he edged down her body. “I need you to relax,” he whispered. He could tell she was wound tight, on the verge of coming again, but he wasn’t ready to let her go there yet.
“I don’t know if I can.”
He pressed his hands on the inside of her thighs, forcing her legs apart. For him, tonight wasn’t about the sex, it was about fulfilling her fantasies.
“Steve, I need…”
He placed wet kisses all over the inside of her thighs, her flat stomach, just below her belly button.
She struggled to free herself. “I can’t stand it. I need to feel your tongue on me again.”
“Like this?” he whispered, touching his tongue to her clit.
Her hips came up off the bed and she cried out, the sound a mix of joy and despair. “More, I need more.”
“Is this what you need?” he asked, tracing her pussy lips with his tongue. He thrust his tongue deep inside before withdrawing. “Or how about this?”
She tried to grab his head, to force him down on her, but he grabbed her wrists, holding them tight against her body.
“Are you willing to give yourself to me tonight?”
“Yes,” she whispered, biting her lip. “But I’m begging you to just take the edge off, please.”
That was all he needed to hear her say. Holding out on her had been harder for him than it had for her, literally. His cock felt like it was going to burst from the intense pressure of the raging hard-on he’d been sporting ever since she performed her little striptease in the kitchen. If he didn’t sink it inside of her soon, he was going to lose it, and he couldn’t let that happen.
He gently peeled her pussy lips apart and inhaled the musky scent of her arousal. It shot straight to his cock like a lightning bolt, making him groan. “Okay, game over.” He was tired of teasing her. It was time to consume her. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he rolled his tongue over the tiny bud, making her scream.
“Oh my God…”
For him it was all about making her come, fast, hard, endlessly. He worked her over with his tongue, swirling it around in circles over her clit.
“Yes, that’s it. Ahhh, right there. Don’t stop.” She twisted her hips, forcing her pussy lips against his mouth as she tried to serve herself to him. “Oh God, I’m coming.”
He felt the throbbing against his tongue, but he refused to relent. He wasn’t done with her, not even close.
“I need to feel you inside of me, now, please.” She reached for his face, trying to coax him up. “Make love to me.”
His cock couldn’t resist an invitation like that. He slid the head of his cock over her opening.
She grabbed his ass. “Wait, slide up here.”
Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes. “Baby, if you put my dick in your mouth right now, I’m gonna lose it.” He opened his eyes to see her grinning and licking her lips hungrily.
“Come on; just give me a little taste.”
Just the image of Brooklyn with her mouth wrapped around his hard cock could make him blow faster than any porn movie. “I don’t think I can…”
She slid down the bed, positioning herself between his legs. “Don’t think, just enjoy.” She positioned his cock over her mouth, tracing the distended vein with the tip of her tongue.
“Jesus, Brook.” He thrust his hands into her hair, in case he needed to take control. He couldn’t let it end like this. There was no way he was going to miss out on the opportunity to shoot his hot come deep inside of her one more time.
She stole his sanity when she wrapped her mouth around his cock and slid it down her throat. She leaned forward just enough to maximize the position and relaxed her throat as she caressed his balls.
“Fuck, baby, no.” He tugged on her hair, easing his cock out of her mouth. “I need to be inside of you when I come.” He released her hair, panting, as he tried to regain control. “Slide up, head on the pillow.”
She winked. “So conventional.”
He shook his head, smirking. “You’re such a smartass.”
She sobered when he reached between them to position his cock at her entrance.
He was already so close the edge; it was taking every ounce of control he possessed to hold on. He eased into her until he was fully seated, balls deep, in her tight channel.
She watched him until her eyelids drifted closed.
“You okay?”
She smiled, her eyes still closed. “I’m better than okay.”
When he was satisfied she had adapted to his size, he began to thrust in and out, trying to maintain a pace that would give her pleasure without ending it before he could make her come again.
She opened her eyes to look at him. “You’re overthinking it, Davis. Fuck me already.”
If that’s what she wanted, that’s what he would give her. He grabbed her waist, driving his cock into her so hard, so fast, he half-expected her to shatter. The headboard hit the wall in a pounding rhythm that matched his relentless thrusts.
“Yes, that’s it,” she gasped. “Just like that.”
He felt the tingling sensation move through him as his balls tightened and he knew he was too close to maintain control much longer. He only hoped she was right there with him. Reaching between them, he stroked her clit.
“Yes, oh, I’m gonna come.”
He gave a silent prayer of thanks. There was no way he wanted go vaulting off that cliff without her. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered, clenching his teeth as the sweat rolled down his forehead. He wanted this feeling to last forever, but he knew there was no way to prolong the ecstasy, so he let go. Gripping the headboard for support, he gave himself over to it. “Yesss.” It went on and on, his cock pulsing inside of her, hot bursts of his come filling her.
She clenched her muscles around him, grinning. “I love the way it feels without a condom.”
He dropped his head, finally spent. “You realize there’s no going back now, don’t you?” He wasn’t just talking about sex without a condom. He knew he couldn’t go back to the life he had before he met her. Different women every week…
She crooked her finger, beckoning to him.
He lowered himself down slowly, bracing his forearms on either side of her head. He kissed her, lingering over her lips. As much as he hated it, he knew it was time to say good-bye.
It had been three months since Brooklyn made the move, the longest three months of Steve’s life, trying to forget her. The regular season had resumed, which meant he had a distraction, but nothing made it easier. He thought of her day and night.
Tonight, he was making the requisite appearance at a team fundraiser for a local children’s hospital on the arm of a woman Chase’s wife, Taylor, had suggested he meet. Everyone he went out with reminded him of Brook, which resulted in the longest dry spell of his life, three long months since he’d had sex.
He and Chase were lounging at the bar, drink in hand, when Chase asked, “Have you talked to her?”
“Who?”
Chase rolled his eyes, chuckling. “We both know who I’m talking about. Man, you need to forget about her.”
Steve glared at his friend. “Let me ask you a question. If Taylor had moved clear across the country shortly after you two met, how would you have reacted?”
Chase laughed, shaking his head. “I wasn’t stupid enough to let that happen. I knew a good thing when I had it, Davis.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think there’s something I could have done to stop her? This is her life, her career, we’re talking about. How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?”
“If you’re in love with this woman…”
Steve held his hand up, backing up. “Whoa, who said anything about being in love with her?”
“Man, you’re as a thick as a brick sometimes.” He gripped Steve’s shoulder. “You’ve been moping around ever since she left; you haven’t gone out with anyone else…”
“I’ve dated.”
“Only when your agent told you that you’d look like a loser if you showed up at some event alone. Besides, you and I both know I’m not talking about dating. When was the last time you banged one of your little puck bunnies?”
Steve gripped his glass of scotch. He didn’t want to have this conversation, not even with Chase. “I’m not gonna lie. It’s been a while.”
“The last chick you had was Brooklyn, wasn’t it?” Chase shook his head, looking disgusted, when Steve failed to respond. “You can’t go on like this.”
“I know. I’ll get it together. It’s just gonna take some time.”
“Steve, you and me have been friends for a long time. I never thought I’d see the day you’d lose it over a woman. I hate to tell you this, but there’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the one. You have to find a way to get her back.”
Steve scowled. “How the hell am I supposed to do that, Chase? She has a job she loves; she’s helping people, making a difference. I can’t mess with that. Even if I could convince her to come back, she’d only end up resenting me for making her choose between me and her career. It’s a no win, man.”
“Did it ever occur to you that she’s missing you as much as you’re missing her?”
He wanted to believe that more than anything. “She calls, emails, texts me. She seems happy.”