Slap Shot

by Lily Harlem

  I shook my head.

  “Waitress, bar staff?”

  “No, Rick.” I braced my spine and tilted my chin, tried to keep the quaver from my voice. “I was a dancer, a pole dancer, a lap dancer, whatever type of dancing was required by the patrons. That was me, I did it all.”

  His eyes widened.

  “What you saw in there tonight.” I flung my hand in the direction of the cinema. “That used to be me. I would slide around a pole practically naked and then take money into my underwear.”

  His chest puffed up as he pulled in a long breath. “Fuck, that’s some horny image you just created in my head.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “You don’t get it, do you?” I slipped from him and rubbed my temples with my fingers. “It’s not just the dancing.”

  He tilted his head. “You’ve lost me.”

  “It was the lifestyle, the seedy clubs, the never-ending parties with drugs and gangs and…guns.”

  He stood with his feet hip-width apart and shoved his hands deep into his jeans pockets.

  “I wasn’t the person you see now. I was living hard, playing hard, taking what I could. I was considered a lowlife, society scum by everyone, including myself. But this Dana,” I swiped my hands down my body, “is new Dana. In-control businesswoman, astute, self-aware, independent.”

  He pulled a hand from his pocket and raked it through his hair.

  “And so what you think you want isn’t real, Rick. I’ve invented myself to be this person. Despite having parents who were glad to see the back of me, I was lucky enough to find a way out of the life I’d fallen into. If I hadn’t I would still be living hand-to-mouth and waking up with dealers who keep their stash and their weapons on the bedside table.”

  He stared at me, those swirling chocolate eyes so dark they were almost black.

  My breath juddered as though it might dissolve into sobs. “I should go,” I said, grabbing my purse and stepping toward the door. The words were out there, they couldn’t be taken back. Clearly he was as shocked and repulsed as I knew he would be.

  “Wait,” he said.

  I sped up my movements.

  “Dana.” A rigid forearm circled my waist and my back connected with solid muscle. “Wait.”

  “No, Rick, please let me go.” Sharp tears nipped my eyes. “You don’t have to say anything, but I just ask that you keep what I told you to yourself, the way I will your secrets.”

  “What do you think I am, fucking stupid?” he asked hotly against my ear.

  He gripped me tighter and I squirmed against him. “I have to go.”

  “Like hell you do.”

  “Rick.”

  “You really think that I’m such a hypocrite as to not still want you because you danced in clubs and hung out with the wrong crowd? Jesus, don’t you see it just makes us alike.”

  I stopped my wriggling.

  “We’ve both got a past, histories we’re none too proud of, but we’ve risen out of it, worked damn hard and come through the other end.” His lips pressed against my hair, his breath hot and hard on my neck. “It just makes me admire you all the more to know you worked your cute little butt off to turn your life around, to make it what you wanted it to be.”

  He spun me in his arms and my breasts crushed against his chest. I gripped his biceps as they wrapped around me.

  “I find independence and determination amazing qualities,” he said in a low, gruff voice. “And I find honesty and mutual trust the sweetest aphrodisiac of all.” As if to prove his point, he pressed his steely erection into my stomach.

  I looked into his face, searching for signs that he was lying, that he was telling me what he thought I wanted to hear. I was greeted with nothing but the naked truth. His gaze burned with a heady combination of need and respect, desire and admiration.

  “I don’t care what you did in the past,” he said. “I accept it about you the way you so readily accepted what I’ve done. Why should it be different for you, Dana? Why shouldn’t you be afforded the same understanding?”

  I was falling for him. Falling fast and hard. My armor dropping away as he eased my fears and regrets and surrounded me with strength and kindness and a male sexuality so potent, so addictive, I didn’t know if I would ever get enough.

  “Don’t look at it as a negative—hard work and determination is a good thing, a positive,” he murmured, his mouth just skimming mine. “So please, stop fighting, stop fighting us, ’cause I have the feeling we could be so great together.”

  I curled my hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him into a kiss, a kiss that was desperate and hot and spoke a thousand words. I couldn’t keep up this damn fight another second. I wanted him, needed him. We already knew we were great together.

  He responded with enthusiasm, sliding his hands down my back, cupping my butt and hoisting me into the air.

  Locking my legs around his waist, I clung to the compact muscle and tendons of his shoulders. Feeling tiny in his embrace, I fed off him, devoured him, writhed against his body seeking closer connection.

  “Stay with me tonight?” he asked breathlessly. “Please, don’t go. I want to hold you, make love to you, wake up with you.”

  “Yes,” I said, fisting the soft material of his shirt. “Yes, I want that too, I want you to make love to me. I want you to make love to me knowing who I am.”

  He was walking toward the staircase. “Oh, I know who you are, wild thing, and I know just what you need. I’m going to make you so damn ecstatic you’ll need to be peeled from the ceiling.”

  Chapter Five

  He took the stairs two at a time.

  The next thing I knew, he was laying me on a soft bed. I opened my eyes, the lights were dim and his handsome face hovered over mine, his eyes stormy with raw desire and his lips moist from our mating of mouths.

  “Damn it, I want you so bad but I don’t want to rush,” he said in a rasping voice.

  “So we’ll do it more than once,” I said, toeing off my sandals and pushing them to the floor with a clatter. “First time to get it out of the way then again slow and lazy.”

  “Hell, I like the way your mind works,” he said, stepping out of his jeans.

  He rid himself of his shirt and as I wriggled from my own blouse and pants I became mesmerized by the broad, bronzed width of his shoulders and his hard, dark nipples.

  Gaze still on him, I arched my back and released my bra. Shimmied it down my arms and dropped it to the floor. In a second he was over me, taking my nipple into his hot mouth.

  “Oh yes.” I squirmed and threaded my fingers into his thick hair. He began to suckle, his teeth rasping around it. “Rick,” I groaned, reaching for my other nipple at the same time as he found it. Suddenly there was more touch, more pleasure. He was caressing and tormenting, making me desperate for more, the sensations extreme, rolling through me and making my body squirm for his touch. What he could do with his tongue was a talent.

  His lips moved from my breasts, headed lower, down my sternum, over my belly and settled a fraction over my pubic hair. He pushed at my thighs and just the heat of his palms had my pussy swelling with anticipation.

  “I’ve been fantasizing about doing this to you,” he murmured. “About giving you pleasure this way.”

  His breath heated my pussy and his words fired in my brain like coils of lust. I glanced down and saw him looking up at me. Our gazes caught.

  “You ready?” he asked, a smile twitching his lips.

  “For whatever you’ve got to give,” I said in a ragged, needy voice. That twitch of his mouth was so sexy, so wicked my clit actually pulsed.

  His tongue poked out and brushed the juncture of my thighs before it arrowed through folds of damp, needy flesh.

  My head fell back, my knees came up and flopped sideways, spreading myself wider for him.

  He dropped a kiss right over my clit.

  “Ah…” My hips lifted from the bed and he clamped his hands over my inner thighs and held me firm
, began to place kiss after kiss over my throbbing nub. I grabbed the erotic sensations, bathed in them, rejoiced in having a man love me with his mouth.

  I was aware of strangled cries falling from my lips as he worked his tongue. Stroking around my clit, licking it, laving it, caresses so hot flames should have been leaving his mouth and trailing up my skin. Unable to think of anything other than pleasure, I pressed nearer, wanting more. He gave me more, his lips and tongue traveled lower, to the core of my pussy where I was wet and needed him so badly.

  His tongue tickled over my entrance. He gave a harsh groan as he sucked my juices and dipped the hard point of his tongue inside me.

  “Rick!” His name peeled from my lips as his tongue thrust higher still. It was so erotic, so teasing—the last shred of sanity was leaving my mind.

  He spread my legs wider, his whole face buried in my pussy. I twisted beneath him and held his head closer, harder against me. His tongue slid to my clit again, tearing a groan of appreciation from my chest.

  There was a determination about him now and each lash, each caress of his tongue brought me higher, sent me wilder. He knew it, it was his intention. He was in total control of my satisfaction.

  My spine arched, my fingers bunched in his hair. I was going to come, it was right there, charging toward me fast and furious and I was welcoming it with open arms, happy to lose myself in him, in wonderful, exquisite sensations.

  In a white-hot flurry, surges of ecstasy raced through me. Every nerve ending I possessed was thrown up into the air and landed in a wild, pulsating rhythm. I shook and trembled, fisted his hair, fisted the bedsheets, writhed away from his tongue at the same time I was shoving my pelvis up for more.

  He didn’t ease up, he kept lashing at my clit, holding me tight and riding through the climax with me. It was gloriously hard and satisfying.

  Suddenly the pressure became overwhelming. “Stop, no more.” I wriggled from his attentions, scissoring my legs together and pushing up the bed. “Wait.”

  His mouth and hands left me. Panting, I watched as he sat up and rolled a condom onto his cock. In an instant he was on top of me, kissing me, filling my mouth with my own musky flavor and settling his body over mine.

  I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, my breaths sharp and rapid and my pussy still contracting around nothing. I spread my legs, searching for the head of his cock.

  “Hang on, catch your breath,” he murmured onto my lips.

  “No, it’s okay,” I gasped.

  “You just said wait.”

  I stretched my hips and bucked upward, tried to impale myself on him. “I don’t want to wait, not anymore.” I balled my hands on his back and tried to pull him nearer.

  He didn’t move. His nostrils flared and his eyes took on a glazed look. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, yes, please, get inside me…now.”

  His jaw set and his mouth twisted. He reared up, hooked his forearms behind my knees and spread my legs wide, baring my pussy as open as possible. He folded my legs up nearer my body and I grunted as the position jolted air from my lungs.

  The thick, smooth head of his cock settled at my entrance and he pushed in an inch, studying his penetration with a heavy, lust-filled gaze.

  My back curled forward and I wrapped my hands around his concrete forearms. Just an inch stretched me so damn much. Breath held, I stared at his dense shaft disappearing into my damp, black curls and my shiny pink folds.

  “Ah, you’re such a tight fit,” he murmured.

  “More,” I gasped.

  His hips jerked and he gave me another inch, the hard, round head of his cock reaching my G-spot. Involuntarily I contracted around him and it created a stronger, deeper contact and my pussy fluttered with appreciation.

  “Oh baby, that kind of thing is just going to sap my stamina,” he moaned, gliding in farther. He didn’t stop this time and his hips pressed forward until his pubic hair meshed with mine.

  I blew out a breath, the intense filling his big cock gave me was only just this side of pleasure. It was wicked. I craved it.

  He withdrew so just the tip hovered at my entrance and forged back in, harder, faster, his balls hit against my spread buttocks. I released his arms and grabbed hold of the bars on the headboard, flung my head back to the pillow and shut my eyes as he set up a steady rhythm, repeating the action over and over. “Yes…yes.” I gasped with each thrust, pushing down to meet him. Edgy pleasure had quickly become the brink of ecstasy.

  “I want you to come again,” he said.

  I stared up at him. Beads of perspiration had formed on his forehead. There was a flush of color on his cheeks. “I will,” I panted, my clit already rubbing wonderfully against his pubic bone and building the pressure.

  “Not soon enough,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

  “So let me…ride you,” I managed between his thrusts.

  Suddenly I was on top, my hands flat over his pecs and my knees folded at his hips.

  “Ride,” he groaned, digging his fingers into my thighs and clenching his jaw. “Ride me, wild thing.”

  I sat bolt upright and delighted in the new depth this position gave to his penetration. He was so high inside me, stretching me every way. The feeling was so erotic and primitive, I was impaled, possessed. I couldn’t get enough.

  Flickering shut my eyes, I began to move, just a little, gyrating my hips and letting my clit catch white-hot sparks of pleasure created from its connection with his hard, hairy body.

  “Oh Jesus, every move you make takes me nearer to losing it,” he moaned.

  In response, I clamped my pussy around his shaft.

  “Fucking hell,” he shouted, shooting upward and encasing me in his arms. His mouth claimed mine as our chests collided, his tongue darting in, urgent and desperate.

  Kissing him back, I reached for the first tug of my climax. He took over our movements, his hips pounding up as he held me tight and exactly where he wanted me.

  I held his face, my palms against his cheeks, feeling them hollow as his frantic kisses deepened. His hands spread over my back, one tangling in my hair, cradling my skull, the other sweeping down to my butt.

  I was climbing up. The point of no return had passed, my orgasm was inevitable. I couldn’t concentrate on our kiss and my mouth went slack, my spine went weak. I was suspended in that wonderful moment where it can’t feel any better, in the knowledge that a fantastic climax was just about to ravish my pussy. As I hung waiting for release, his finger tickled over my anus. I jerked away slightly but he fingered it again, increasing the pressure right at the center.

  “Come,” he growled hotly. “Come now.”

  The stern command sent me over the edge and as my first, powerful pulsation gripped me, he pushed into my tightly clenched hole.

  “Oh god,” I screamed as my entire body became boneless in his arms. Waves of satisfaction careened through my pussy. His finger probed higher, wriggled inside me. My darkest hole clasped the invasion. It was sharp and stinging, a new experience.

  Beneath me, his hips gave a savage upward thrust, entering me higher and harder. He froze at the hilt. “Yes…” he hissed. “Fuck, yes.” His hand that had been tangled in my hair was now thrown over my shoulders, forcing me down onto him, spearing me. His cock throbbed, spurting into the condom, and his spasms mixed with mine deep inside my pussy. I shut my eyes and was greeted with red and white, red and white with flashes of purple, and I rode through an intensely satisfying and exquisite orgasm.

  “Oh my god,” I gasped as I came back to earth. My blood was surging in my ears, my heart bursting within my chest. “Oh my god, Rick, I…”

  His breaths were hot, hard and noisy, his chest heaved against mine. “You’re too damn good, I’m like a horny teenager again whenever I’m with you,” he puffed. “No damn stamina.”

  “Rick, you’ve got…you’ve got your finger in my ass.”

  His face tipped back far enough to study my expression. His eyes were
dark, his cheeks flushed. He didn’t remove his finger. “Yeah,” he said with a wicked twitch of his lips. “Does it feel good?”

  “I-I, Rick, please.”

  “Please what? You want more?” The finger slid higher, stretching my virginal hole and stroking my internal flesh.

  “No, no.” I jolted in his arms.

  He eased back so just the tip was inside. His eyes narrowed. “Has anyone touched you here before?” he asked quietly.

  “No, Rick, please, and I don’t know if I want you to.”

  The naughty finger slipped out and my anus clamped shut.

  “It felt good though, didn’t it, at the perfect moment?” he asked.

  I loosened my grip on his biceps and saw my fingernails had left tiny white crescents on his tan skin. “Yes, yes, it felt good. It all felt good. But I…”

  “But you don’t want me in your ass.”

  I shook my head.

  “Sorry, I should have asked, I just really needed you to come at that very moment so we could share it. I had a feeling that little trick would work.”

  “It did, it was…” I paused, searching for the word. “Different.”

  “‘Good’ different?”

  I smiled. “Yes, good different…intense.”

  He kissed me softly. “I get the hint. Unless you ask, no more ass play.”

  I lifted up and watched as he tugged off the condom. Then, thoroughly exhausted, I flopped onto the bed, my head sinking into the deep pillow, my limbs stretching out every which way.

  He disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the sound of the toilet flushing and running water.

  Strolling back in, still gloriously naked, he sprawled next to me, his arm resting loosely on my stomach, his head on the same pillow as mine.

  I trickled my fingers through the dark hairs near his wrist and traced the long, lean tendons just below the surface of his skin. “There’s something else you should know,” I said quietly.

  “More secrets from the past?” He propped his head on his hand and moved a strand of hair from my cheek.

  I looked into his flushed face. It was only fair to tell him. “I haven’t…” I hesitated. “You’ll have to bear with me, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with anyone.”