Something So Right (23 page)

“Someone’s impatient tonight?” I nip at his chin as both his hands squeeze my ass.

“These fucking pants. You know how many teammates’ faces I wanted to slam my fist into? Followed your ass every time you got up.”

I laugh at him. “That is not even true.” Just then the elevator arrives and we get in, followed by another person. It feels like forever by the time we make it to the room. I don’t even have a chance to put down my purse before he’s on me.

His lips capture mine, his tongue making its way in with mine. The taste of him is like coming home. I angle my head to the side, trying to take him more in me. My hands slip through his hair.

“Always so fucking good.” He kisses down my neck, his tongue coming out, licking his way down.

“I want to show you my surprise,” I say to him, taking one hand and rubbing his cock through his pants. “How about you get out of your clothes and wait for me on the bed?”

He doesn’t argue with me. Looking in my eyes, he shrugs off his jacket. Untucking his white dress shirt, he starts unbuttoning it. I move to him and unbuckle his belt. Once it’s open, I slide my hand inside his pants. My palm rubs his cock, and he throws his head back, moaning.

“Get on the bed.” There is a side lamp by the bed that is on dim. The curtains are open, allowing a glow from the streetlights.

He sits on the bed, his back to the headboard. He lifts his ass off the bed, taking off his boxers, leaving him in all his fucking glory. His cock is really fucking perfect.

He grabs his cock in his hand, starting at the base.

Looking straight at him, I take off my jewelry first. His hand slowly rubs his dick.

I unzip the top on both sides, and once I have it off, I’m standing here with my sheer black lace bra. Licking my finger, I drag it over my nipples that are already tight.

“So I was thinking the other day how much you loved to see me wear your name.” I glide my hand down over my stomach to the button of my pants, opening it, followed by the zipper. You can see the matching black lace thong when I shimmy the pants down over my hips.

“So I got to thinking, how would you feel if you saw your name on me somewhere else?” I step out of my pants. I’m now just wearing my bra, thongs, and shoes.

I rub myself in front of him, making myself wet and making him grab his cock harder.

I unclip my bra, throwing it on the floor next to my pants. I take my hands and tweak my nipples while looking at him. His eyes are almost shut, his hand moving faster. “Not too fast there, you didn’t see my surprise.”

“You better hurry up, babe, I need you soon.”

I pull my panties off, and he stops midway. I’m standing here in just my heels. My bald pussy glistens wet, but that isn’t why he stopped. It’s because right above my clit is a temporary tattoo that I put on. It’s one word. It’s the word I know would drive him crazy. ‘STONE.’

I take my finger and rub my clit while he watches. “Before you get carried away, it’s not a real one. But it’s close to it.” I dip my fingers in between my lips, taking some moisture on my finger, dragging it to my clit, making a wet trail right to his name.

“I want you to come and sit on my face, Parker. Now,” he says through clenched teeth.

I walk to him while he gets on his back. I sit on his face, not looking at the headboard but looking straight at his cock. Once both my knees are beside his head, he doesn’t wait for anything else, dragging me down on his tongue, making me throw my head back and groan.

I lean forward while he tongue fucks me and lick the pre-cum off him, twirling my tongue around his head.

When I go to take him all the way to the back of my throat, he bites my clit, making my back arch. I drag my teeth up his cock, twirling my tongue around its head, my hand dragging down right before it’s followed by my mouth. He thrusts his hips up, making him go to the back of my throat just when he sticks two fingers in me. He pumps in and out, touching that soft spot inside, making me grind back while he thrusts forward. I’m frenzied, trying to swallow his cock faster than possible. My spit drips down his balls that I caress softly.

When I take one of his balls into my mouth, sucking softly, he takes that time to slowly slide one finger in my ass, pushing two fingers in me, making my system go into overdrive.

I fist his cock tightly, feeling him pulse under my fingers, tight enough that it’s snug. I grip his base, bringing it back up, twisting my hands when I get to the head, then leaning in, and sucking on just the head.

I feel him groan around my clit, the vibration shaking it. My pussy must be squeezing his fingers at this point because he thrusts faster in my hand. It’s in that moment I swallow him all the way in again, giving it extra lubrication for what I have next. I put my tits together with his cock nestled in the middle. He’s basically tit fucking me while I lick his balls.

He throws his head back and growls and it’s as if he snapped. Because he starts to finger fuck me so hard I think I’ll fly off the bed, both holes used at the same time.

“I want to come in your mouth, babe,” he says mid pant. I don’t even think I’ve heard him because I’m in my own world. The sensation of everything going on is too much. My pussy is getting ready to come. The feeling from my nipples all the way to my toes grows tight. He chooses that moment to take his two fingers and rub against my G-spot. “Babe, squeezing my fingers is almost pushing me out.”

I’m so wet it’s dripping. I feel it drip down my leg and just when I’m coming to terms with coming all over his face, I push his fingers out, squirting him. Holy fucking shit, what the fuck is happening? But he doesn’t stop. He puts his fingers back in, dragging them right along my soft spot, making me tremble on top of him. It’s too much for him because he tells me he’s coming. I swallow his cock to the back of my throat and fist his base in my hands, jerking him off till I taste the hot saltiness that is only him. He fucks my face the whole time he comes, and I swallow every single drop of him, continuing even when he’s finished.

I don’t do it for long, till he takes my ankles and flips me over. I spread for him. The look in his eyes is filled with lust, making me want it bad. Hard. Wet.

“Never came so hard in my life.” He pulls my knees back, really opening me for him. He places his cock at my opening. I’m thinking he’s going to ram me hard, but he does the opposite, entering me inch by fucking inch. The heels of my shoes push his ass into me.

“Harder.” I grab his ass with my nails.

He doesn’t move an inch. Instead, he moves side to side, making his pelvis rub against my clit. I contract around him, knowing it’ll drive him crazy. “Going to squeeze that cum right out of you.” I rake my nails down his pecs, pinching his nipples.

“Move.” I arch up and down, creating friction on my clit area. He pulls out slowly and pushes my legs back, smashing back into me hard.

“Play with yourself.”

I lick my fingers and roll my nipples, pulling them up, then moving down, grabbing his cock when he pulls out of me. He slaps it on my clit, making the head go into circles, then takes his fingers, tracing his name on my pussy.

“Brand you for real,” he says, thumbing my clit. “Put me back in you, babe.”

I put him at my entrance, and he slams into me hard, going deeper than before. The more he moves in me the more he throws my legs back. I one up him by taking my legs and placing them up on his shoulders, crossing my ankles behind his neck.

He goes the deepest that I think anyone has ever gone. “Tight, babe”—he slams into me—“so fucking tight”—slams harder, faster—“look at me,”—slam—“your pussy is taking my cock.” He slams one more time, and I’m there, so fucking there. My finger rubs frantically, trying to push myself over. My stomach starts to get that feeling of letting go.

“I’m coming. Oh my God, I’m coming.” And I fucking come hard, clenching him once, twice, three times, till he throws his head back, slamming into me one more time and roaring. I feel him pulse in me, feel him empty all in me.

He opens my legs and comes down to me, putting pressure on his arms so he doesn’t squash me. “How long does this tattoo last?” he asks, trying to catch his breath.

I run my hand up, cupping his cheek, making my thumb rub his bottom lip. “I have no idea. It didn’t say.”

“Can we wet it?” he asks, pulling out of me, making me feel a loss. His cum leaks out of me. He pushes his fingers in me, bringing them out covered in both of our juices, then he takes his finger and traces his name. “Best fucking feeling in the world having you there tonight,” he says, still tracing away. “You, the kids...I felt like a beast. Like I wanted to rip my jersey off. First time I ever felt so proud to have my family there.”

He looks at me then. Tears are forming in my eyes. In that moment I know that he’s never had this. He’s never had unconditional love before. He never had what I had. Never had that feeling that at the end of the day nothing mattered because I had two people who would love me regardless of who or what I did.

I follow his fingers on me. “Proud of you, so fucking proud of you. Allison went to bed with your puck.” I look him in his eyes.

“I want you in my house. Want your clothes hanging in my closet. Want Allison’s glitter shoes thrown all over the house. Want Matthew’s hockey sticks at the door.” He kisses my thumb that is still rubbing his lower lip. “I want you there knowing I’m coming back from the road to you and them. All I ever want is you.”

“Are you asking me, sorry, us, to move in with you, Cooper Stone?” I smile at him with love.

“No,” he says, and my smile fades, now feeling like an idiot. Looking down now, he pulls my chin up.

“Asking means I’m giving you the choice to say no. I’m telling you. Get back, pack whatever you want to bring. Sell what you want to sell. Rent the house out, keep it. I don’t give a fuck.” Now he smiles. His smile full of happiness, full of contentment, full of love. “We clear, babe?”

I do what I vowed to never do again. I agree to move in with a man. Except this time I don’t know why I feel like it was always supposed to be like this. I was always supposed to be his.

Parker

It’s been a month since Cooper asked us to move in. We are still not officially moved in. I’m doing it gradually because of the kids. Slowly by slowly we are leaving more things at his house. But to Cooper it’s not fast enough. He wants it yesterday.

We stay there when he’s there but when he’s on the road we stay at my house, which has caused many little spats.

The following week, when he gets back from a practice, I’m in the kitchen making dinner when he throws down a brown manila envelope. He comes up behind me, placing a kiss on the back of my neck.

“Hey,” I say, “what’s in the envelope?” I continue cutting up the vegetables.

“All the home game tickets and your wife pass to get into their lodge.”

That makes me stop in my tracks. “Wife pass? I don’t understand.”

He walks to the fridge, pulling out a water bottle, and emptying it in one sip.

“There is a lodge where all the wives hang out during the game. I got mine today along with three tickets to every home game. In case you want to sit there.” He takes off his hat, tossing it on the island.

“Cooper, the kids can’t come to every home game. Some of them are during the week and there is school.”

“Whatever. If they can’t come bring someone or better yet give them away if you know you won’t use them. Give them to some of the kids in your classes.”

“That’s kind of you.” I walk over to him. He’s still in his workout gear half sweaty. I get on my tippy toes to kiss his lips, but he picks me up instead. I wrap my legs around him.

“Did you bring more stuff over today?” he asks.

I huff out. “Oh my God, this again. Yes, I did. I should also tell you that I had a talk with the kids during your last game away. It seems they are all in to move in. So next week when I have the kids we will bring more of our things.” I kiss his lips quickly. “There, you happy?”

“No, but I will be in about five minutes when I fuck you in the shower,” he says while going up the stairs two at a time. Where he totally fucks me in the shower.

After staying in the shower till we become prunes and the water turns cold, we go downstairs in search of the dinner I left half prepared.

He sits down on one of the island chairs. It’s the part of day I’ve come to love. It’s our meeting point if you wish. It’s the same thing when the kids are over. Even though we have a dining room table, we all assemble here to go over our day and eat.

“So we good to go with the kids?” he asks.

“We are good to go. Allison was a little sad because she thought that her princess room at home was going to be painted over but after discussing with her, in detail, we’ve said no paint shall ruin her walls. Matthew was quiet about it at first, but that night we sat down to discuss it more.” I look over at his confused expression.

Matthew has come around with Cooper, but he’s scared for me, scared for himself. “We just needed to discuss certain things,” I say, hoping he just drops it.

“What certain things needed discussing?” His brows close together.

“Well, for one, he wanted to make sure I was sure about this. Two, he wanted to know that this is his home as well, so he asked about friends coming over and what not. And lastly he asked us not to have sex anywhere but our bedroom.” I laugh, looking over at him.

“That’s a negative. You know that, right? I mean, when the kids are here, as in physically here, I’ll refrain myself. But say, the kids are at school or in the pool or perhaps busy and you bend over to put the laundry away. I can’t help myself.”

“Cooper, you’re a grown ass man, you can refrain yourself.” I point the salad fork at him.

“I’m a twelve-year-old boy when it comes to you. I’m just waiting for my wet dreams to come when I’m on the road.” He winks at me.

“How about we compromise? You try to be the mature adult.” I smile at him while he gives me the stink eye.

When I finally finish preparing supper, I sit next to him where we just talk about the things happening. Now that school is in session there are more activities. Allison has ballet, swimming, skating, gymnastics. Along with Matthew and his intense hockey schedule. Sometimes I’m out all day. Every day.