Back in the Game

by Meghan Quinn

  “Yup,” I answer, not feeling bad about it at all.

  I hop out of my car and open Rachel’s door for her.

  “Calder, are you not good at sharing?”

  I clasp her hand with mine. “I can share things, I just don’t share what’s most valuable to me, that’s all.”

  “Are you saying I’m MVP in your book?”

  “Ahh come on, Rachel, that was a total cheeseball thing to say. You’re better than that.”

  “I am.” She pokes me in the side. “You must be having some kind of effect on me.”

  We reach her door and I prepare myself to say goodnight to this woman again, but when she pulls my hand closer to the door, unlocks it, and ushers me in, I’m guessing she has other plans.

  Flipping on a light switch, the living room brightens revealing a very, very white apartment. Her couch is white, her furniture is white, and her walls are white. The only “color” in the apartment are a few grey accents. It’s actually soothing.

  “Nice place.”

  “Thank you. Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay.”

  She takes off down the hall, leaving me to snoop. Not that I would, but the thought crosses my mind. It might be rude, but snooping is the best way to find out about someone you’re getting to know . . . well besides asking them, of course. But there’s something about revealing a bit of a mystery when you’re snooping, not that I would know or anything.

  I take a seat on her couch and check out her coffee table. Books and magazines. What is this girl reading? With my toe, causally I knock the stack down so they spread across the table. Let’s see, what do we have here?

  People Magazine—okay, she likes a little celebrity gossip, who doesn’t? A book on leaves and covered bridges—that’s odd. 101 crockpot recipes—crockpots are the shit. And . . . huh, will you look at that. I lean forward and pick up the magazine that’s garnered my attention. Maxim, I thought only men read this.

  “Find some reading to keep you busy?” Rachel asks, stepping into the room.

  I turn to answer her when I’m greeted by Rachel wearing a loose, low-cut tank top without a bra and a pair of boy-butt underwear, that’s it.

  I swallow hard as she walks up to me, her hair loose and wavy around her shoulders, her bangs highlighting her brilliantly colored eyes. Fuck, she’s so hot.

  “Uh, I didn’t think women read Maxim,” I answer, unable to take my eyes off her.

  She sits next to me, her legs kicked up under her butt, her body leaning toward mine, her shirt dipping extremely low, giving me one hell of a view.

  “It’s always fun to get inside a guy’s mind. I like to know what they want, what they fantasize about. Every woman should read Maxim.”

  I push down on my thighs, trying to move my pants, but they seem to be growing exponentially smaller by the second.

  “Yeah, the articles are good,” I answer awkwardly, keeping my eyes trained forward, but not for long, because Rachel turns my head toward that devastating smile of hers.

  “Why aren’t you looking at me?” She tilts her head to the side, awaiting my answer.

  Facing the music, knowing I’m going to lose control in two seconds, I turn toward her and let my body take over.

  Placing my hand on her exposed thigh, I run it up to her hip where I grip her tightly, her breath hitching from my touch. My fingers graze the hem of her underwear, where they sneak underneath and gently push into her firm ass.

  A low growl escapes me. “Do you always dress like this for your guests?”

  From beneath her shirt, her nipples pucker, pressing hard against the fabric, making my cock swell to an uncomfortable state.

  “Only the ones who I want to see me naked.”

  Fuck. Me.

  Where did this woman come from and why was I so damn lucky to find her?

  Removing my hand from her leg, I take my jacket off, yank on my tie, and undo a few of the buttons to my dress shirt, as well as my cuffs. She gives me a once over before I yank on her arm and pull her on top of my lap, my erection pressing against her right away.

  “Oh yes,” she whispers, grinding her hips gently, like it’s involuntary, her hips can’t help it.

  Placing my hands on her hips, my thumbs finding their way under her shirt fabric, I say, “This shirt is revealing, you know that?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She releases my tie from around my neck and starts to unbutton my shirt. “Well aware of how revealing this shirt is. I thought about wearing lingerie for you, but then went with the whole casual, yet sexy, look. Do you like?”

  I move my hips so she can feel just how much I like her outfit. “I think you and I both know that I approve of the shirt.”

  “You’re not upset about no lingerie?”

  I chuckle and move my hands further up her shirt. “Rachel, I’m not that kind of guy. I’ll take you any way I can get you.”

  “Good.” She spreads my shirt, revealing my chest, and sits back on my lap. She sighs and dances her fingers across my pecs. “I knew you were going to be built, but abs, pecs, and big cock—you’re killing me, Weiss.”

  Chuckling, I move my hands up even further, my thumbs grazing her flat stomach. “You think that’s bad, what about you? You think you can just waltz in here, wearing this thin tank top, and no pants, and not make me want to fuck you on this couch?”

  “It was my intention.” She leans forward and presses her lips against mine, her hands moving up my neck until they grip my cheeks. She’s slow at first, her lips tempting me, teasing me, moving across my lips with absolutely zero pressure. It’s just a whisper of a kiss, a gentle reminder that she can easily hold the cards in this relationship, that she has the power to bring me to my knees, and that’s exactly what’s happening right now.

  An ache builds at the base of my cock, her hips grinding down on me at a snail’s pace. Beneath my thumbs, I feel her abs flex with each movement, from the way she’s rocking back and forth, to the short breaths she’s taking.

  Needing more, I try to pry her mouth open with my tongue, but she doesn’t budge, she continues to place small, short kisses along my lips, torturing me. Not wanting to wait any longer for more, I reach up with both hands and palm her breasts, her soft and full breasts. Just like I wanted, her mouth pops open and I slip my tongue inside while my thumbs graze her nipples.

  She moans into my mouth and her body settles into mine, the tension between us easing as our tongues tango, tangling and twisting, our bodies warming up, our need for one another growing.

  She releases my head from her grasp and moves her hands down my body, fingers grazing the light splattering of hair on my chest. She barely touches my nipples, giving them only a whisper of a touch, igniting a pulse in my cock, and then moves her wandering hands to the belt of my pants, where she scoots back on my lap and starts to undo my buckle and zipper.

  The way her fingers brush against my stomach muscles and near my hardened length, I can feel my body start to tingle all over, the blood in my veins setting on fire, causing a light sheen of sweat to glisten my skin.

  Squeezing harder, I focus on her nipples, pulling and pinching. Her head parts from mine as she leans back and moans from my touch. Reaching between us, she snags the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, dropping the thin fabric to the side.

  I release her breasts and take her in as she arches her back, her nipples tight, her expression one of utter pleasure as she rocks back and forth on top of me.

  Holy fuck she is so hot, with her blonde hair swaying across her dark pink nipples, and her stomach contracting with each slide over my throbbing, needy cock.

  “Babe, I need you to take my pants off. I’m so fucking hard for you.”

  “Bedroom, now.” Rachel hops off me, and pulls me up in a rush. She ushers me down a hallway to a dark room lit only by the moon.

  Spinning around, she pushes me down on the bed, causing me to chuckle from her impatient force.

  I watch
in fascination as she pulls down my pants and removes my shoes and socks, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs, exposing my straining erection. Eyes glued to my crotch, her tongue wetting her lips, she removes her boy shorts and stands in front of me completely naked, confident in her skin.

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful than Rachel in this moment, and I’ve most definitely never wanted anyone more in my life.

  “Condom, in my wallet,” I stammer, unable to control the nerves coursing through me. I haven’t been with a woman in a few months, I just hope I live up to Rachel’s expectations.

  She wastes no time in retrieving the condom from my pants and tearing it open. With heady eyes, Rachel approaches me, condom in hand, and pulls down on my boxer briefs, springing my cock free. Tossing my briefs to the side, she focuses on my straining cock, her eyes wide, impressed.

  “Oh my God, Calder.” Her fingers gently touch the wet tip, moving my pre-cum over the head. A hiss escapes me, my toes starting to grow numb just from that little connection. Shit, I don’t want to know what’s going to happen when I’m finally inside her. “You’re so big.” In one swift movement, she sucks my cock into her mouth and licks the tip, causing my hips to fly off the bed and my hands to clench the comforter beneath me.

  “Fucking hell,” I groan, her hot mouth so damn good on my dick. “Oh fuck.” She grazes her teeth along my sensitive skin. My head flies back as Rachel plays with my balls at the same time she sucks me, hard, the sensation overwhelming. “Fuck, babe, fuck, you need to stop.”

  She lifts her mouth off me, slips the condom on and starts to straddle me, but before she can get comfortable, I flip her onto her back. Hovering over her, those beautiful eyes staring up at me, lust clouding them, I spread her legs and press the tip of my cock over her slit, making sure she’s ready. And holy fuck is she.

  Wanting to feel how wet she is, I replace my cock with my fingers and I slide right in. “Jesus Christ, Rachel, you’re so goddamn wet.”

  “I’ve been turned on ever since you took the ice,” she confesses, shifting underneath me, seeking my heat. “Watching you tonight, so powerful on your skates, so domineering, it was really hot, Calder. I couldn’t wait to get you back here, to see how domineering you would be in the bedroom.”

  “Is that right?” I pin her hands to the bed, mine linking with hers, pushing into the mattress.

  “Yes, all I wanted was this, to feel you, to have you buried deep inside of me.

  “Fuck, that makes me so goddamn hard.” I kiss her, fucking madly, my lips and tongue working in tandem as they move across her mouth, not begging, but taking, taking every last ounce of her she has to offer.

  As my tongue fucks her mouth, my stance keeping her in place, I push my knee against her inner thigh, making sure she’s spread as wide as possible before I sink myself inside of her. When my cock reaches its hilt, she gasps, her words of surprise caught against my tongue.

  My shoulder is screaming with pain from the weight of holding my body up, but I don’t fucking care, there is no way in hell I’m stopping now.

  Taking a deep breath, her chest heaves and pants. “Oh God, Calder. You’re . . . you’re so big. So thick. I don’t know . . .”

  “I’ll take it slow,” I mumble, my control hanging on by a thread. She feels so good, so tight, so warm, so everything, like I belong here.

  “I don’t know if I can handle slow. I want you now, you’re just so overwhelming . . . so thick.” She moves her head to the side, her teeth biting down on her lip. “Take me, Calder, make me feel so good.”

  “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to go slow if you keep contracting around me like that.” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut.

  “I’m not . . . meaning . . . too.” She moans even louder. “Oh God, Calder, I’m so close, just from you, just from your cock.”

  What a fucking turn on.

  Willing myself to go slowly, I clench everything in my body and start to thrust into her, as slow as I can. My length gliding along her tight sheath, torturing me with every inch. My breath becomes labored, my toes start to curl, my legs going numb. Oh fuck I’m going to come, there is no denying it, there is no stopping it.

  “Babe . . .”

  “Harder, fuck me harder, Calder.”

  “Christ.” My voice sounds so deep, so tortured that I almost don’t recognize myself.

  Giving up on my slow idea and capitulating to Rachel’s demands, I let go of one of her hands and bring her legs over my shoulders, pressing into her until my thighs are slapping her ass over and over again. The sound is so erotic, so damn sexy.

  “Yes, harder. Oh God, yes, Calder.” She’s so vocal, I love it. I love knowing how I make a woman feel, if I’m pleasing them or not, if they’re on the cusp like Rachel is.

  My impending orgasm looms over me, knocking at the base of my cock as my balls tighten up, a wave of pleasure shooting up my spine.

  “Fuck,” I grunt. “Fuck, I’m going to come, baby.”

  “Me too.” Rachel bites down on her lip just as her pussy contracts around my dick, milking me so damn hard my vision goes black, the only sensation rocking through me is my throbbing cock, pulsating over and over again into Rachel. Spurt after spurt, I come, I come so fucking hard.

  “Oh God,” Rachel screams, her fingers digging into my skin, her beautiful tits bouncing as she finishes rocking back and forth on my cock, her movements slowing with each pass, slowly falling from the euphoric bliss we both experienced.

  Holy shit, it’s never been that good, ever. I’ve never come like that, as if I was about to black out from the pleasure, and there is only reason why: Rachel.

  It’s been two dates, two fucking dates and I already believe this woman was made for me, that she was brought to me for a reason. I can only hope she feels the same way.

  “Oh Calder, oh hell.” She drapes one of her arms over her eyes. “What just happened?”

  “I don’t know.” I answer, peppering her face with soft, slow kisses.

  “That was . . . incredible.” She moves her arm and looks up at me. “Why did that feel so good?”

  I shrug and kiss her lips. “Maybe because we were meant to meet each other.”

  Chapter Nine

  CALDER

  Rachel: Remember when you licked my nipples for ten minutes straight and I came? That was fun.

  Calder: Babe, you can’t text me stuff like that when I’m in the locker room with a bunch of guys, they’ll think I have a boner for other reasons.

  Rachel: Well . . . do you?

  Calder: Yeah (deadpans) I just love staring at all the dicks and nut sacs in the locker room.

  Rachel: That’s disappointing for me, but yay for Hayden, you two would make a cute couple.

  Calder: Why do you torture me like this?

  Rachel: Because it’s too much fun.

  Calder: I miss you.

  Rachel: This text made me smile. When do you get back to Philly? P.S. I miss you more.

  Calder: Two more nights.

  Rachel: Ugh, that seems like forever. Can’t you just always have home games?

  Calder: I fucking wish, then I would be able to fuck you before and after every game.

  Rachel: Mmm . . . I love it when you say you like to fuck me.

  Calder: Seriously, it’s my favorite thing to do.

  Rachel: So the blow-up doll Hayden keeps saying was your girlfriend before you met me, she’s not your main squeeze anymore?

  Calder: That isn’t a real story. I don’t have a blow-up doll. Fuck.

  Rachel: Awfully defensive, for someone who “doesn’t have a blow-up doll.”

  Calder: That’s it, you and Hayden are no longer allowed to hang out together.

  Rachel: Hey now, what about our little tripod?

  Calder: The tripod is over.

  Rachel: You savage!

  Calder: Shea is with my brother and sister-in-law, are you coming over tonight? Please say yes, I miss you so goddamn much
.

  Rachel: I can’t drive to your place fast enough. I need to be in your arms tonight. Will I be able to stay?

  Calder: Yes, there is no way in hell you’re going back to your place tonight. Fuck, I need you so damn bad.

  Rachel: The feeling is mutual, Calder. These road trips are killer.

  Calder: I know. Just a few more months and then it will be over.

  Rachel: I like our late-night phone calls though, hearing your voice through the phone, it’s one of my favorite things.

  Calder: Personally, I like having FaceTime sex with you.

  Rachel: How did I know you were going to say that?

  Calder: Maybe because you rocked my world last night with your striptease. Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it.

  Rachel: I’m wet thinking about it too . . .

  Calder: Get that beautiful ass over here, NOW! I want to fuck you against a wall, then in the bathtub, and most definitely eat you out on the kitchen counter.

  Rachel: Your tongue, oh my God, Calder, it’s magic.

  Calder: I know, baby. Shit I’m hard thinking about that sweet pussy of yours. Hurry up.

  Rachel: Have you ever thought about what life will be like after hockey for you?

  Calder: Are you asking this because you didn’t like the fight I got into tonight?

  Rachel: You got punched in the face, Calder.

  Calder: Well aware, baby. I have the headache to remind me. It’s part of the game though.

  Rachel: I don’t like it. You’re so handsome, I don’t want fists flying at your face.

  Calder: You’re cute . . .

  Rachel: Hmpf (folds arms) So . . . about life after hockey.

  Calder: Not for a long time. You’re going to have to get used to the fights.

  Rachel: Orrrrrrr instead of fighting, you can do a thumb war. Those can be very riveting. Oooooo who’s going to win? (twiddles fingers)

  Calder: You want me to challenge a hockey player to a thumb war? Yeah, that’s just asking to get my ass beat. I’m okay, babe, really.

  Rachel: Really? Because it looked like he got you good.