Body Checked (Salt Lake Pumas #2)

by Camellia Tate

  Turning towards Lacey, I pressed a line of kisses against her jaw, making my way up to her ear. Sucking her earlobe between my lips, I gave it a small tug.

  “You’ve romanced me so well, I’d love to put out,” I told her, a grin playing on my lips.

  The startled-yet-delighted laugh she gave was a sound I was going to remember forever. She stretched her neck, inviting me to nip at her earlobe again. This time, it earned me a soft sigh that went straight to my dick.

  God, Lacey was beautiful. And somehow, knowing that she’d spent time organizing a hockey-themed date just made her more stunning.

  Her body shifted, hands pressing against my chest just before she licked a stripe up the side of my neck. “Yes,” she said simply. And then she kissed me, her mouth so hot and demanding against mine.

  “Good,” I hummed, my hands coming to pull her towards me. Once Lacey had straddled my lap, I didn’t hesitate to get us both up. She gave a startled yelp, but her weight was hardly a match for my strength. I crushed my lips against hers, using that surprise to lick my way into her mouth.

  As we kissed, I carried Lacey to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us so no dogs could disturb the rest of our night. Dropping Lacey on the bed, I grinned down at her. She looked so fucking good, hair spread out against the mattress, the dress she was wearing hugging her in all the right places.

  Of course, I fully intended to get that dress off her. First, though, I took a step back, letting Lacey’s eyes linger on me as I pulled my shirt over my head before sliding my hands down over my stomach and to the fastenings of my pants.

  “Will!” she cried. Her tone made my body heat up, my fingers fumbling on the simple workings of my zipper. I was so eager to press up against Lacey once more. She stretched out, making herself comfortable against the pillows. Her light brown eyes shone as I finally pushed the pants down over my legs.

  My thumbs hooked in the waistband of my boxers, but Lacey sat up. “No, let me,” she asked. I was hardly going to turn that down. I crawled over Lacey’s body, my arms caging her in against the bed.

  Before she could do anything, I pressed my mouth down against hers once more. One hand went to my hair, tangling in it as Lacey tried to hold me close. The other slid down my chest, exploring the skin that stretched over my muscles.

  I took my time, hands exploring Lacey’s body even through the material of her dress. We had no reason to rush. Where our previous time together had been fuelled by lust, this was so much more. And I wanted it to be more, I wanted to let us both learn each other’s bodies.

  My hands slid lower, fingers caressing over Lacey’s bare legs. The dress hitched up a bit, giving me that much more bare skin to enjoy. She felt like fire under my hands, fire I could hardly get enough of.

  With my mouth against Lacey’s neck, I breathed her in. Grinding my body forward, I groaned at the friction. “Fuck, you smell so good,” I said, unable and perhaps unwilling to stop myself.

  Lacey’s body arched to meet me, the dress slipping even higher on her thighs. My fingers chased the fabric, exploring the skin that was revealed. I heard Lacey’s breath catch in her throat.

  “You feel good,” she replied, her fingers mapping the curve of my good shoulder. Just like last time, she was careful of my injury. I appreciated that - even if it wasn’t really necessary now that I was mostly-healed.

  My mouth found Lacey’s once more, the kiss slow. It left us both breathless afterward. I pressed my forehead against Lacey’s, catching her breath with mine. She felt so warm under me. I wanted to feel more of Lacey, to pull the dress up and off her.

  “Can I help you out of your dress?” I asked. “Or are you planning to keep it on?” I teased. There was something pretty hot about that, too, but maybe we could revisit it another time. For now, I wanted Lacey to be wearing as little as possible. I wanted to see just how hot she felt everywhere else, too.

  Lacey sucked her lower lip between her teeth. It almost made me kiss her again, but I held back. If we kept getting distracted by kissing, I would never get Lacey’s clothes off. And that would be a terrible, terrible shame.

  “Oh, I want you to take it off,” she answered. My hands stroked over her sides, finding the button and zipper which held the fabric closed around Lacey’s magnificent curves.

  As soon as I got it open, Lacey helped me get the dress off. Watching her wiggle out of it made me positively ache to touch her.

  Luckily, I didn’t have any reason to resist that urge. Leaning down, I kissed the curve of her breasts, pushing the dress away so she’d be left under me in nothing but her bra and panties. I remembered Lacey being stunning, but she looked even better than anything my memories could create.

  My tongue slid over Lacey’s soft skin, enjoying the light saltiness of it. She wriggled under me, making me glance up at her. “You need help out of more clothes?” I asked teasingly.

  “Yes!” Lacey’s answer was so definite that it made me chuckle against her skin. But I gave her what she wanted. My hands slid under her, easily flicking open the catch of her bra. Lacey’s breasts spilled out, looking so glorious that I had to take a moment just to put my hands on them.

  Lacey moaned, pushing up into my palms. “Ohhh, Will,” she cried out. “That feels so good.” She rocked her hips against me, her panties giving me some of the friction that I was craving.

  “Please,” she added. Glancing down her nearly-nude body, it didn’t take much to work out what she was asking for.

  Not that she even needed to ask. My mouth eagerly dropped down to Lacey’s breasts. I explored the soft skin there, tongue lapping over the most sensitive spots. Lacey’s whole body bucked upwards to meet mine, her soft moans becoming increasingly loud as I sucked one of her rosy pink nipples between my lips.

  I had to press a hand against Lacey’s hip, to hold her down against the mattress. “Shh,” I urged. I wanted to explore her, wanted to adore her body and show Lacey just how much I appreciated the date she’d put together for me.

  From one breast, my mouth moved to the other, repeating the same actions there until Lacey’s body positively vibrated under mine. I brought my mouth back up, lips seeking out Lacey’s so I could kiss those soft whimpers away.

  “What do you want?” I asked her, wanting to give her whatever she desired.

  She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close enough that I could feel the shivers that passed over her. “I want…” Her warm breath ghosted across my ear, making my stomach swoop with anticipation.

  “I want to get on top.” Lacey gave my chest a firm push. She couldn’t really have overpowered me, but I did want to give her whatever she asked for, so I let her roll us over.

  Lacey’s thighs straddled my hips, her mouth warm against my chest as she kissed her way downwards.

  There was something very enjoyable in how she liked learning my body. I definitely understood, because I felt exactly the same way about hers. Lacey’s tongue traced the muscles of my chest and then down to my stomach. Her hands slid down my ribs, nails scratching just enough to make me give a low groan.

  I brushed a hand over Lacey’s arm, tempted to pull her back up so I could kiss her again. But then she kissed even lower, her chin brushing over the waistband of my boxers.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, hips bucking up, but barely. Quickly, Lacey’s hands settled against my hips, holding me down against the mattress.

  She pressed kisses against the fabric of my boxers, her mouth so hot through the cotton that I tipped my head back on a long, low groan. “Lift up, Will,” Lacey requested, hooking her fingers under the waistband.

  As I lifted my hips, she peeled my underwear off, her eyes going wide as she drank in the sight of me before her. Even though Lacey had seen me naked before, she still took the time to explore me with her fingers.

  I cried out, but let her take her time. Finally, after what felt like hours, Lacey lowered her head. Her lips parted, welcoming me inside and greeting me with a brush of her soft, we
t tongue.

  “Oh! Fuck!” I cried out. When I’d offered Lacey whatever she wanted, I hadn’t expected this to be what she chose. Her mouth felt so amazing around me, tongue swirling to make a string of low groans fall from my lips. I had to grip the bedsheets not to thrust up into her wet mouth.

  One of my hands gripped Lacey’s shoulder, blunt nails digging lightly into it. Her head bobbed up and down. All I could do was lean back into the pillows and suck my lower lip between my teeth.

  “God, that’s so good,” I breathed. “You feel amazing, Lacey.”

  She didn’t stop, but I could see the way she looked up at me through her lashes. If anything, that just made me want her more. Her hands pressed my hips down as she bobbed her head to take more of me into her mouth. I pushed up, but just hard enough that she could feel it. I wanted her to know how much of an impact she was having on me!

  Her hot mouth picked up speed, her tongue dragging along the length of my shaft and sending shivers of sensation down to the tips of my toes. I could feel pleasure building, rising inside me like a tide that couldn’t be stopped.

  Lacey seemed to know what she was doing. Right as I thought I might have to push her away, she slowed. Her mouth lingered, pressing light kisses against my skin until the urge had passed.

  I remembered how much Lacey had enjoyed hearing me last time, so I didn’t hold back on the noises. Having taken me to the edge of my climax, Lacey’s mouth did an amazing job of pushing me closer again but stopping just before I could fall.

  “Fuck, Lacey, I can’t... please, come back?” I begged. Yes, the night was still young but if I was going to come, I wanted to do that in a way that would let me touch her a lot more.

  My hand stroked through Lacey’s hair. When she pulled back, it was with such a satisfied grin that I could hardly wait to kiss it off her lips.

  She crawled eagerly up my body, meeting me as I wrapped one arm around her. I kissed her deeply, enjoying the soft sounds she made against my lips. My tongue stroked against hers, teasing her by withdrawing just enough to make her follow.

  Lacey pressed one hand against my chest, pushing me back down. The other caught my wrist, leading my fingers to the soft skin between her breasts. Lacey led my hand down, sighing eagerly as I stroked over her stomach. Finally, when I reached the fabric of her panties, Lacey cried out.

  “Help me out of these?” she asked, mouth quirking into a smirk.

  “Oh, yes.” I nodded eagerly.

  I flipped us over again, making Lacey give a surprised yelp, one that just made me chuckle. “You can go on top once I’m done with you,” I promised. This way, I could kiss down her body, let my tongue explore it just as she had done to mine.

  My tongue was wet as it lapped over each of Lacey’s breasts and then slipped lower. I let my hands lead the way, seeking out the material of Lacey’s panties so I could push them down. As they moved, my mouth was there to replace the material with a string of hot kisses.

  Pulling the panties off, I pressed my mouth against Lacey’s hip, giving it a small nibble and grinning when she moaned in response. Hearing all the sounds Lacey made was quickly becoming one of my favorite things.

  She parted her legs for me to pause and taste her. The noises I received for that were even more amazing. Lacey’s body tensed under mine, a shiver of pleasure running through her.

  Pressing a kiss against her inner thigh, I kissed my way back up before reclaiming her lips.

  She kissed back, sucking on my lower lip in a way that made my whole body ache with longing. Before I could reciprocate, Lacey grazed her teeth against my lip and pulled back. She kissed across the angle of my jaw, then pressed both hands against the muscle of my chest.

  “Are you done with me?” she asked, her tone teasing. And I had said she could go back on top. I let her turn us over, groaning in satisfaction as Lacey opened her thighs to straddle me.

  She leaned down, pressing her breasts against my chest. My hands spanned her back, holding her close as she rocked her hips against mine.

  It was so easy to leave a line of hot kisses against her neck. “I’m never going to be done with you,” I told her, so sure that it was true. I wanted Lacey now and I was always going to want her.

  I rocked up, groaning when I could feel her heat against me. “You best find a condom,” I told her. “I don’t think either of us has been blessed with a lot of patience,” I joked. At the same time, I wanted to be inside her so much, to feel her come down against me, my hands on her hips as our bodies met.

  She reached over me, her breasts so close to my face that I couldn’t resist the urge to take her nipple between my lips. She gasped, but didn’t pull back until she’d finished rummaging through a drawer.

  With a whimper of need, she slid down my body, rubbing against me in the most pleasurable ways. “We won’t always have to use a condom,” she promised. Even the thought of sliding inside her without one made me so much hotter!

  But for this time, she slid the protective barrier down my shaft before crawling back up my body. “I want to feel you,” she breathed, lifting herself up.

  My hands came to settle against Lacey’s hips, just as I had wanted them to do. Her skin was hot under my touch. And so soft! I groaned as she sank down, taking me in. She felt so hot and perfect. I pulled her down, seeking her lips so I could meet them with mine.

  We rocked gently, enjoying the way our bodies came together. There was no rush, no urgency to get off. The kiss felt like fire, passion joining us together. When we broke apart, it was so Lacey could lean back, making my breath catch at how gorgeous she looked.

  One of my hands slid up, cupping her breast gently. “God, you’re so sexy,” I breathed. And Lacey really was, sexy and so fucking amazing.

  A soft moan bubbled from her lips as she arched her back to push her breast against my fingers. Just as gently, I explored the shape of her nipples, learning the way they felt under my fingertips. And the way they made Lacey sound.

  She rolled her hips, her whole body swaying with the motion. It was mesmerizing. I never wanted to look away. And from the way Lacey’s gaze met mine, I felt sure she was experiencing similar desires.

  “Oh, Will.” The sound of my name on her lips made me shiver with pleasure. “You - ah! You feel so good.”

  Our bodies met perfectly. This felt different from the first time together we had shared. Slower, yes, but filled with so much more emotion. I poured all of myself into Lacey, enjoying every moment our bodies met. Our noises mixed, resounding around the room as the bed creaked under us.

  “Lacey,” I groaned, hands sliding over her body. The rhythm we were moving in was steady, slow but constant. I could feel my climax once again nearing but I wanted to make her fall over that sweet edge with me. One of my hands snuck between us, finding the sweet spot that would make Lacey cry out in pleasure.

  She gave a sharp intake of breath, her back arching to push herself against my fingers. “Oh, yes!” she cried. I could feel the muscles in her thighs tense on either side of me, like she was trying to pull me even more deeply into our joining.

  Lacey picked up speed, her pace still steady but growing faster. I helped her, bucking my hips to meet every movement. “Oh! Oh!” A long, low moan echoed around us. I flicked my fingers, brushing against the same spots that had seemed to make Lacey tremble before.

  I could feel how close she was. “Please, Will,” she begged. “Please.”

  Watching her come undone against me felt amazing. My fingers moved faster until Lacey’s screams echoed around us. Her muscles tightened, pulling me over that last bit of pleasure with her. My hips bucked up, meeting Lacey’s body as a loud cry fell from my lips.

  Finally, both of us spent, Lacey collapsed against me. My hands stroked her bare back, loving how good she felt. One we’d regained our breaths, I shifted, letting Lacey lie down next to me while I quickly disposed of the condom. Then I pulled her in close, kissing Lacey’s lips until we once again lost our breaths.


  “I know this is really soon for a first date - second date? - but I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, Lacey,” I told her gently, a hand brushing a stray strand of Lacey’s hair out of her face.

  Her eyes widened. I watched a pink blush spread across her cheeks. It only made her look more beautiful, especially when she reached a hand up to gently stroke the curve of my shoulder.

  “I love you too, Will,” she said, leaning in to press her forehead against mine. The words made my heart soar in a way I’d never experienced before. It was like the joy of skating and the triumph of winning a match all rolled into one. With something else, too. Something soft and sweet.

  Even without me saying it, Lacey seemed to understand. She kissed me again, her body pressing deliciously against mine. “And this after just one romantic date,” she teased.

  I gave a soft laugh. I had to give Lacey credit, she had done very well with romancing me. “What if I can’t romance you back as well?” I asked, worrying my lower lip between my teeth. The way Lacey had explained it, romance didn’t sound too bad, just making someone else happy. But I didn’t think romance would come to me naturally.

  Lacey had said she liked romance. I didn’t want to let her down. Or worse, to make her think I didn’t care. My hands stroked over her skin softly and I shifted to get the blanket from under us, draping it over us once I’d retrieved it.

  “Will you be annoyed at me if I’m terrible at romance?”

  “No,” Lacey answered. The way she said it, with no hesitation at all, eased the knot of uncertainty that had developed in my chest. She made herself comfortable under the blanket, then looked up so she could meet my eyes. “I don’t think you will be terrible,” she assured me.

  I wished I could be as positive. But I had no practice being romantic. “You enjoyed tonight, didn’t you?” Lacey asked. Glancing down at the rumpled sheets, she laughed. “I mean, the bit before we made it to the bedroom.”