Big Stick

by R. C. Stephens

  “Oh, Myles.” My hands run across his shoulders and down his back, stopping at his sculpted ass. “Please.”

  “Say it. I need to hear you say it.” He looks completely undone, his eyes translucent in the dark room. The only light filters through a window, and with the moon shining in, he truly looks surreal.

  “I need you inside me.” I reach down and take his cock in my hand, running it up and down my opening, coating him in my juices.

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “This is a fucking dream.”

  I begin to moan as I move his cock over my clit, but it isn’t enough. I buck beneath him, my entire body throbbing.

  He reaches over to the bedside and pulls a box of condoms out of the drawer.

  “Before your mind wanders, Dave told me he has the drawer stocked. Not mine.”

  I smile.

  He rips the wrapper and sheaths his throbbing cock. Watching him makes my insides clench. He pumps his cock twice and moves above me again. He slides inside me slowly. He is big, but I am so wet and ready for him.

  “Ah!” We both moan together as our bodies meld. And then he’s moving inside me. Thrusting. I buck my hips into him, hungry for each thrust. He fills me and rips me apart in one breath, touching all the right spots, and even though I want our first time to last, I can’t hold on. He thrusts inside me relentlessly, and I press my clit onto his throbbing cock.

  “Myles,” I moan as our sweat-slicked bodies move to a rhythm of their own.

  “It’s okay. Come. I’m right behind you.” He groans. And I lift my legs, allowing him to go deeper, thrust harder as I rub myself over and over again. My climax strikes like a large wave, and I moan loudly, coming apart as sparks fly behind my eyes. Myles holds a steady rhythm, fucking the orgasm right out of me. I don’t remember ever coming this hard or long.

  “Fuck, Flynn.” He jerks, and then I know he’s coming inside me, and it feels heavenly.

  He falls over me, and the sweat from his forehead brushes my shoulder. I kiss his cheek.

  “That was…” He’s at a loss of words.

  “Yeah,” I agree through fast breaths. He falls beside me, and we kind of lie in awe, staring up where a shadow of the water from outside rolls over the ceiling. We lie quietly like that until our breathing evens out. With his arm wrapped around me, I feel safe and cherished.

  Myles looks over at me. “Tink. I need to tell you something.”

  I shake my head. “Not tonight,” I say. “Whatever it is can wait.”

  He looks like he’s contemplating, and then he must drop it because then he says, “I need to taste you,” his voice is husky.

  I’m surprised by his suggestion. I just came so hard I don’t think that will happen again anytime soon.

  “Really? Now?” I ask, a little perplexed.

  “Oh, Flynn. You have no idea what I plan for you. All your orgasms are mine from here on out,” he says.

  “Um…I don’t think I will come again so soon.”

  A sly smile breaks out on his lips. “Oh, baby,” he says, and he whips the covers off us and slides down my body. Just the way those words came out of his mouth make me hot and bothered, so I figure he may be onto something.

  When his tongue touches my opening, I am raw and tender, and it makes everything feel more intense. As he strokes my clit skillfully, I feel myself building. As his tongue runs over my opening, he presses inside, and my back arches off the bed. My hands reach down to tangle in his hair, and my hips begin to move at their own pace.

  “Myles,” I cry out. My body feels too tired to come again and yet I am building fast and hard. Myles keeps to his merciless rhythm, and then I’m coming so hard it almost feels too much to take. My moans are so loud it feels like an out of body experience.

  “Mmm, you taste so good,” I think I hear him say, but I’m not sure. I’m spiraling, my body bucking off the bed as Myles tries to stop me from running away from his tongue. I give in and ride the wave. It takes me time to come down from that climax, and when I do, my limbs are listless, and I register the lazy smile on my lips.

  “Hey, you.” Myles grins, looking proud of himself.

  “That was…”

  He chuckles. “I’m glad.” He turns on his back and lies flat beside me. I’m still in awe. “I guess staying apart had its benefits. I just ate you like you were my last meal.”

  “Um…yeah.” I’m still speechless.

  “Come here.” He pulls me onto his chest. I wrap my arms around him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the scent of his sweaty skin. He presses light kisses to my forehead.

  “Thank you for making this night so special,” I say.

  “That wasn’t me. It was you. Being with you just feels so right. I still don’t feel like this is real. You may need to pinch me because I keep thinking I will wake up from this dream.”

  “I can do better than pinch you,” I say, and I sit up and climb over his body, spreading my thighs over his cock. He groans as my wetness rubs along his shaft. I press kisses over his chest and on his nipples. “You got another condom in that drawer?”

  I don’t need to ask twice; he’s already reaching for the box. This time I take the wrapper and sheath his cock.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he hisses, grabbing my breasts. I ride him slow at first. We stare at each other as I move above him, and there is so much emotion in his eyes that butterflies do a happy dance inside me. I ride Myles to release and watch as my beautiful, broken Peter Pan comes apart inside me, filling me, and loving me, even if we are too scared to use those words.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Flynn

  I head out of Oli’s apartment and lock the door. My body buzzes with excitement as I head over to Myles’s. I knock on his door, and he shouts from inside that it’s open.

  The apartment is dimly lit.

  He greets me looking freshly showered with his hair wet and slicked back. A pair of gray lounge pants sit low on his waist, and a gray T-shirt hugs every inch of his hard-muscled body. My gaze rakes over all six-foot-two inches of him: wide shoulders, crooked smile revealing his half dimple, blue eyes I can drown in, thick biceps, and strong legs I now know can hold me and carry me and do wicked things to my body. He leans in for a kiss, and my mind wanders to sex. We’ve been having a lot of it this last week. We are trying to take things slow, but it isn’t easy.

  “You look heated.” He gives me a sexy smirk.

  He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. “I was thinking of last night.”

  “That was hot,” he agrees, as I put my arms around his shoulders.

  He releases me and takes me by the hand, guiding me farther into his apartment. He gives my hand a little squeeze and looks down at me with his panty-melting blue eyes.

  “Would you like some wine?” He cocks a brow.

  “Wine makes me sleepy. I’m thinking that’s not the effect we want here.”

  He nods. “Good to know.” He heads to the kitchen and fills two glasses with water, which we will need after all the exertion we are about to experience. Both of us seem to have a one-track mind.

  I clear my throat and look at the clock in his kitchen. It’s already ten. I’ll have double the workload and have to be at the office bright and early, but Myles is worth it.

  Still holding the very large water glasses, he motions for me to follow him to the back of his apartment. I check out his ass as he turns into his room.

  “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this? Having you in my bed.” He’s asked me that every night this week, as if having me here is still surreal to him. He places the water on a side table, and with his cool hands he holds my face while staring deeply into my eyes.

  I turn my head and kiss his hand.

  He must be hard as a rock, because just standing here and anticipating what he’ll do to me turns me into a wanton mess. He presses his finger to my mouth, and I take it inside and suck on it hard as I picture sucking his cock.

  “Fuck, I can’
t wait to have these lips around my cock,” he hisses, brushing his fingers along the seam of my mouth. He pulls his hand away and lifts my shirt over my head, his eyes smoldering at the sight of me in lingerie.

  “Come here, Tink.” He pulls me close to him and cups me there. “I’ve missed this,” he says, and his words cause a gush of heat to land between my thighs.

  “I know the feeling.” I rub my hand over his cock, still hiding behind the fabric of his lounge pants.

  He smiles. As much as I need reassurance from Myles that he is all in, I know he needs to hear the same from me, and my heart warms at the loving look he gives me.

  His skilled fingers rub over me as my body temperature rises. I open my mouth to tell him I need more, but before I do, he sinks a finger into my opening. I groan, and my eyes fall closed as I bask in the sensation of him working me over. If our first night of love making was about discovery, then this week has been about pushing boundaries.

  While he fingers me with one hand, his other comes up and cups my breast, and his mouth connects with my nipple. My head lolls around, and I can feel him everywhere.

  Myles turns me into putty beneath his touch. I stop him for a fast moment so that I can work my yoga pants off.

  “Are you in a rush?” He smiles against my lips.

  “Maybe.” I blush.

  “You can’t still be shy with me.” He cocks a brow like that would be impossible. I haven’t had his dick in my mouth, though, and as much as I want to suck him off, I’m worried that I’m not good at it. He must read the look on my face because the look on his turns from heated to serious. “Tink?” He needs me to explain.

  I bite hard on my lip. “I want to suck your cock, but I’m afraid I’m terrible at it.” I squeeze me eyes shut. Did I just say that out loud?

  Myles is quiet.

  I open one eye. “Say something.”

  “I don’t know what would make you think that. Ever since we’ve been together, things have been amazing. I mean, off the charts best I ever had.” He gives me a tender look.

  “It’s just that Matt said…” I begin, and he presses a finger to my lips.

  “Don’t. I wish you could erase everything he ever said.” He kisses me softly. “If you don’t want to suck my cock, don’t,” Myles says, just like that. “You’re still my best. I still love having sex with you. That won’t change.”

  My heart bursts a little more.

  “I want to.” I bite my lip. “Really want to.”

  Myles lips quirk on one side. “Come.” He takes my hand and guides me to the bed. He lies flat on his back and says, “I’m all yours but…” He pauses.

  I wait. What could he possibly want?

  “You sit on my face.”

  My eyes almost spring from their sockets. “Um…”

  “Come here.” He slips my panties off. I can already see he’s rock hard.

  “Let me start on you first,” I say. “I just need to be focused. At least at first.”

  “Okay.” A nervous hum rolls through my body, but it’s also laced with a lust-filled excitement.

  This is a first for me, and it’s with Myles.

  The excitement causes a wave of bravery inside me, and I reach down and hold his shaft in my hand, wrapping my mouth around the tip while allowing my tongue to circle him like a lollipop.

  He groans. “Flynn…fuck, that feels sooo good.”

  His words encourage me, and I take him deeper, sucking and bobbing my head. Myles is big, but I manage to suck on him to the back of my throat, and he groans some more with appreciation. I pick up speed, sucking him while using my hand to cover the part of his shaft I can’t reach with my mouth. “Fuck, yes,” he says, rocking his hips in rhythm with my mouth as he takes a fistful of my hair and holds it in a grip.

  “Come here,” he says, and before I understand what he wants, he’s pulling me by the waist and turning my body so that my pussy is smack above his face. His hands come up to my ass and pull me down to his mouth and… “Oh.” Heat surges through me. This angle is…amazing. He licks me back and forth, and it spurs me on. Having my lips wrapped around his shaft makes my pulse race, and I stop thinking and just do. Pleasuring one another, hands raking, mouths working, and I’m building so fast that I don’t even have time to warn Myles that I’m coming as I ride his face.

  My orgasm must push him over the edge, because I feel him jerk and stiffen, his erection impossibly hard as he comes down my throat, and it’s intense, electrifying. My body throbs everywhere, my pulse frantic and my breaths fast. It takes me time to come down from my climax and get my wits about me.

  “You’re going to be the death of me.” He gives me a kiss on the lips.

  I place my head on his chest, and we lie quietly.

  “You want to spend the night?” he asks.

  I remain quiet.

  “That isn’t an answer.”

  “I know. Sorry.” I tilt my head up to look at him.

  “Is it because you’re worried about what Oli will think? Because we are adults.”

  I shake my head as I use my finger to trace circles in the light spattering of hair on his chest. “What is it?” he persists.

  “I don’t know. Spending the night means this is getting serious.” A bashful smile curves my lips. “At least, to me it does.”

  “That’s what it’s supposed to mean,” he agrees.

  I shift a little so I get a better view of his face. “We’ve done a good job talking about the past, but I don’t know where we stand today.” I take a breath. “You’re a professional hockey player. Your job involves you moving around.”

  “I’ve been here four years now,” he answers.

  “And what does that mean? Because I don’t have a job that will allow me to move around a lot. I’m working hard to advance myself at the firm. And…” My voice trails off.

  His hand comes out and slowly caresses my arm, moving up and down. “I get what you’re saying. Truth is I didn’t want to mention it, but there’s been talk of Tampa offering me a contract.”

  I jolt to a seated position.

  “Hey, relax. I didn’t say I was taking it,” he says smoothly. “That’s why I didn’t want to say anything.” He shifts to sit up on the bed. “This isn’t my first offer. I want to stay in Chicago. The team wants me. I had a better offer and didn’t leave last year because of Oli.”

  I get that he’s a top-notch player. He still has a choice of who he wants to play for, but I know hockey. If he gets an injury, or something changes, our lives can be uprooted. “You look like you’re thinking too hard.” His lips curve on one side.

  “Maybe I am.”

  He smiles. “You were always a planner.”

  “That didn’t help me much.”

  His lips turn down. “I guess not. I get that you’re worried, but I’m crazy about you. Life is complicated. Trust me—I spent seven years living without you. I don’t plan on making that mistake twice.”

  I nod, hearing everything that he’s saying, only some things are out of our control.

  “Come here.” He reaches and pulls me into his arms. I curl into his warmth. I could get used to a life with Myles.

  “You know how I feel about you, but I’ve also worked hard to make myself a career. I wouldn’t want to give it up and start over in another city every few years,” I explain.

  “I don’t want that for you.” His hand runs over my hair. “I’ve got another ten years in hockey, at best.”

  “That’s a long time.”

  “Tink, I’m not giving up on us or walking away from what we have right here.” The determination in his voice makes my belly stir in a good way.

  “That sounds nice, but I’m practical.”

  “I know you are. I’m not going to take the Tampa offer, okay. I just wanted you to know in case you heard something in the media. For now, I’m staying on with the Blackhawks. Let’s take this time to get reacquainted.”

  I force a smile. Truth is I don’t
know what the future holds for Myles and me, but I don’t see myself walking away from him, either.

  “Now come and sleep a little.” He shifts down the bed, and I place my head in the crook of his shoulder and fall asleep in his arms.

  Chapter Thirty

  Flynn

  As I open the door to a Japanese Fusion restaurant, I am excited to see my best friend. After the deep conversation with Myles last night about our careers, my emotions are running high. The need to guard my heart overwhelms me. My eyes immediately zone in on Sloane sitting at a table by the window drinking some sake.

  “Hey, you.” I lean in to give her a hug.

  “Hi. Everything okay? You look tired.”

  “I am.” The waitress comes, and I order some sake, too.

  “Too much sexy times with the hot hockey player?” She raises and lowers her brows.

  “We aren’t going there.” I smile.

  “Fine.” She lifts her hands in surrender. “I ordered all our favorites.”

  “Yeah, sorry I was late. Got held up at the office.”

  She laughs because it’s common for me.

  “What’s on your mind?” she asks. “You have that crease between your eyebrows you get when you are overthinking something.”

  I shake my head. “Why do you have to know me so well?” The waitress places the sake in front of me.

  “Spill it,” Sloane orders, leaning over the table, waiting expectantly.

  “It’s nothing, really. I mean…I don’t know.” I shrug. Damn. Why is it so hard to talk about?

  “This have to do with Myles?” she asks, probably trying to help.

  “We had a talk last night. We tried to take it slow, but now it’s not-so much. I spent the night at his place, and it just felt so right that…”

  “That it scared you.” She finishes the sentence for me.

  My stomach dips. “Yes, but it’s more than that. He’s a professional hockey player. His career can take him anywhere. Mine keeps me here. On some level, we will always be doomed.” I drink my sake. It’s cold and refreshing, and I need some alcohol to take the edge off.