Scoring the Player

by Samantha Lind

  “Oh…my…God…” she moans. “You’re so fucking deep.”

  I allow Kinley to take control, setting the speed, and just enjoy watching her as she chases her pleasure. She rises up a few times, letting the tip slip out and teases the fuck out of me as she slides it around her folds and clit. I’m so fucking sensitive, having not had sex in forever, waiting on this woman to realize she has changed me. She finally takes pity on me and sinks back down, riding me harder and faster than she had before. I bring one hand back to her hip, gripping it so I can help her ride me. The other drops between us, my fingers finding her clit to help her along to a shattering orgasm.

  As soon as I feel her start to tighten around my cock, I take over and begin pounding into her, searching for my own release. It doesn’t take long, and I come, shouting her name.

  Kinley collapses on top of me, completely spent. I pull the sheet and blanket back up and over us before wrapping my arms around her. She’s still, and soon has fallen back asleep, with us still connected.

  I lie there, my dick semi-hard since I’m still buried inside her. After I’m confident she’s sound asleep, I slide her off me, so I can slip out of bed and discard the condom. After using the bathroom, I saunter out to the kitchen, looking for a small snack. Between our multiple sessions, I’m in need of some protein to keep me going tonight.

  After a quick snack and bottle of water, I climb in bed, pulling Kinley back into my arms. I wish she could extend her trip here – fuck, I would love it if she could just move here permanently – but I also know that’s rushing things, and I need to give her time to adjust to us being just that; an us.

  Waking with Kinley in my arms still naked from our lovemaking last night has me feeling so alive. For how much I didn’t sleep last night, you’d think I would be exhausted. But there’s just something about making love to the one person who completes you that can give a guy a little pep in his step. As I wake up, I can instantly feel Kinley’s eyes on me. She’s drawing lazy circles along my chest and abs.

  “Morning,” I rasp out.

  “Morning,” she whispers back.

  “Sleep okay?” I ask, clearing the sleep from my voice.

  “Perfect. Although, I’m a little sore.”

  “Sorry about that,” I say, squeezing my arm around her more tightly.

  “I’m not. It’s a good sore.”

  “You seem a little serious this morning. Everything okay?” I ask, hoping she isn’t regretting anything.

  “Just wishing I didn’t have to go home tomorrow morning.”

  “I know, babe, me, too. Any chance you can extend your trip? I can buy you a new ticket back if you can stay.”

  “I wish. I have to be back to work the night after next. There’s no way I can get my next set of shifts off with this short of notice.”

  “When can you get an extended amount of time off again? I’ll fly you to me, wherever that will be.”

  “I have to request time off at least a few weeks in advance, so not for a few weeks.”

  “Could you get time off at the end of February? I have the All-Star game events and break. It’s in Vegas this year. Maybe Becca can tag along with Scott, so the two of you can see each other, too.”

  “That sounds like fun! When is it?”

  I give her the dates and she pulls up her work schedule on her phone.

  “I can request off the three shifts before then, and the four after. That would give me ten days off that I could come see you for.”

  “Done. As soon as you get the approval, I’ll give you my credit card number and you can book your tickets. We’re home before the break and head out for some road games after, so you’ll probably need a multi-city ticket. Unfortunately, you can’t fly with the team, nor are we allowed to share a hotel room when I’m on the road. But I imagine if you are coming, you can convince Becca to go to those away games and the two of you can share a room, or I’ll get you your own, if you prefer.”

  “Slow down, slugger,” she teases. “I’ll send an email right now to my charge nurse, requesting the time off. Once I get approval, we can start discussing tickets and such. I don’t want to be a distraction while you’re on the road.”

  “Kinley,” I say, lifting her chin so she has no choice but to look me in the eye. “You will never be a distraction to me. If anything, I’m more distracted when you are not around. Knowing you were in the building, watching me play, was the best feeling. Knowing I had you up in that suite, waiting for me at the end of the game, was unbelievable. I want that for any and every game possible.”

  “Are you sure? You’re not just saying that, thinking it’s what I want to hear, right?”

  “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. Kinley, I know you’ve been burned by other guys, but I’m not them. I will never do something to purposely hurt you. You’re important to me. Since the moment I met you, something inside of me shifted. I can’t tell you what it was, but my life just makes sense now, and it was you that made that change. I had been tired of the playboy lifestyle before I met you and since that night, I haven’t looked at, or touched, another woman. I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve done everything I can think of to show you I’ve changed. I’m in this for the long haul, baby. I just want you. I want you in my bed, my life. I want to shower you with whatever you need, want, desire. But most of all, I want to love you with everything within me, if you’ll let me.”

  Kinley has tears in her eyes, letting everything I’ve just told her sink in. Her breathing is shaky as she tries not to cry.

  “What did I do to deserve you?” she asks, a tear sliding down her face. I reach up to wipe her tear away, letting my fingers linger on her face.

  “Baby, you deserve the best, and I’m not even worthy of you, but I will do my damnedest to be the man you deserve,” I say, before I lean down to kiss her. She opens to me immediately, and I take advantage of that openness she’s giving me.

  I break the kiss when my alarm starts ringing on my phone, and reach for it, to shut off the alarm. I have to be at practice in two hours.

  “Let’s go shower. I need to get ready for practice.” I place a chaste kiss on Kinley’s lips.

  I stand up, pulling Kinley up behind me, and lead her into the bathroom. I stop, grabbing two towels from the shelf, before reaching in and turning on the water.

  The shower was one of the selling points for me when I bought this condo. It has come in handy when I’ve had a hard game or practice, and need all the random shower heads working out the kinks in my tired muscles.

  Once I’m confident the water is warm, I step in, pulling Kinley in behind me. I turn her so she’s under one of the rainfall-type shower heads, and can see the stress begin to melt from her body as she relaxes under the hot water.

  I leave Kinley alone while I grab my body wash and soap up. As much as I want another round with her, I can’t be late to practice. I watch her as I wash up, then pull her into my arms once I’m done.

  “Do you want to wash your hair in here, or wait until you can get your shampoo from the other bathroom?”

  “I’ll wait. I’m particular on what I use.”

  “If you want to wait here, I can go get it for you.”

  “Thank you. Can you grab everything I have in the shower, please?”

  “I sure can, babe.” I drop a kiss on her lips before I step out of the shower, drying off quickly. I wrap my towel around my waist before I leave my bathroom.

  After grabbing her things, I also see a robe draped over the top of her bag, so I grab it as well and head back into my bathroom.

  I open the shower door, handing her the containers, and give her another kiss before I back out and shut the door.

  “I also grabbed your robe. It’s hanging next to your towel. Did you want me to grab anything else for you?”

  “I have a hair towel hanging up in the bathroom. Can you grab that as well? I forgot to ask you for it before.”

  “No problem, babe,” I tell her, leaving
the bathroom to grab it for her.

  After placing her hair towel on the hook, I pull on some shorts and a team t-shirt. When I first get to the arena, I typically spend some time in the weight room for a while before hitting the ice.

  After getting dressed, I head out to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of us.

  I’m just finishing up some omelets when Kinley walks in, looking sexy as hell. She found one of my clean t-shirts, and a pair of her sleep shorts. Seeing her in my oversized shirt that just about swallows her whole knocks the breath out of me, as if I’d been slammed into the boards. I know I’m gaping at her, but damn, does she take my breath away.

  “Hello, earth to Brian,” Kinley laughs, standing next to me. “What’s got you all quiet?”

  “Uhhhh…” I stammer, swallowing hard, trying to gather myself together. “You look good in my shirt, is all,” I finally get out.

  Kinley breaks out in a huge smile, looking down at the shirt. “Oh, this old thing?” she teases. “It just looked so comfortable” – she winks at me – “and it smells like you.” She pulls it up to her nose and takes a deep breath, all the while keeping her eyes on me.

  “Such a little vixen,” I growl. “I would like to do nothing more than take you back to bed and strip you out of these clothes, but if I did that, we wouldn’t be leaving the bed all day. So, play your little game, tease away, because tonight, once we’re back here alone, I will get my revenge and drive you crazy. That’s a promise.”

  I watch as my promise sinks in; the fire it ignites in Kinley’s eyes and the effect it has on her body. Her nipples harden under the t-shirt, and she rubs her thighs together.

  “You fight dirty,” she accuses.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart,” I tell her, as I drop a kiss on her cheek, then bring the plates out to the table.

  “Can I grab anything else for you?”

  “I have a glass of orange juice on the counter that you can bring me.” It took everything in me not to answer that she could grab my cock, didn’t think that was what she wanted to hear, nor would it get me the response I would want.

  Kinley brings out my glass, along with one for her, then we dig in to our food, talking sparingly.

  “What time will you be home from practice?” Kinley asks, as she finishes eating.

  “I’m usually back by late afternoon. Sometimes as early as three, but other days, not until closer to five. It all depends on how long we stay on the ice, how long in the weight room, and then if I have anything the medical staff needs to attend to. How about I just text you when I’m done, and leaving?”

  “That’ll work. Did anyone ever make a decision on where we’re going to dinner tonight?”

  “Not that I’m aware of. How about you and Becca figure that out today, and Scott and I will show up when and where we’re told to.”

  Smiling, Kinley leans over and kisses me. “That, I can do,” she whispers against my lips.

  “What time is Becca picking you up?”

  “Not long. She said she’d probably leave shortly after Scott leaves for practice.”

  “You better go get changed then, unless you plan on wearing my shirt all day.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah, but I’m just so comfortable in it.” She winks.

  “You’ll have to pack it in your suitcase, so you have it back at home.”

  “Already planning on it. You might lose a couple of shirts, if you’re not careful.”

  “And what do I get to keep of yours?”

  “Ummm… Nothing of mine will fit you.”

  “Not trying to cross dress here, Kin. I just want something that smells like you. I wouldn’t balk at a pair of your lacy panties,” I say, waggling my eyebrows at her.

  She slaps my chest playfully. “How did I know you were going to ask for my unmentionables?”

  “Because I’m a guy, and they look sexy as fuck on you.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kinley

  I escape Brian’s hold, so I can go finish getting ready, as Becca will be here shortly. He also has to get out the door for practice, and I was afraid if I didn’t move along, he would have dragged me back to bed for another round.

  Brian finally is ready to leave for practice. He pulls me into his arms to kiss me goodbye before he walks out of his condo. At that exact moment, Becca arrives and witnesses the possessive kiss.

  “Take care of my girl today,” he says to Becca before walking away.

  Becca looks back and forth, stunned, as she watches Brian’s retreating back. I finally usher her into the condo and shut the door.

  “Want to tell me what that was all about?” she says, a huge grin overtaking her face.

  “Oh, just a kiss goodbye.” I try and downplay it, knowing she will not buy it at all.

  “Nice try, Kin,” she chides.

  “Let’s sit down and I’ll tell you everything.” I motion toward the couch. “Can I get you anything to drink first?”

  “I’m good for now. Now quit trying to stall.”

  I plop down on the couch, curling my legs up under me, and face Becca, who gives me a knowing look.

  “I don’t really know where to start.”

  “How about at the beginning? You’ve kept pretty much everything between you and Brian tightlipped since you guys met over the summer.”

  “Okay, so you know about our date back then, and how he stayed the night. We talked all night. Yes, we were in my bed, but nothing at all happened; hell, we had never even kissed until the other night, when he kissed me on New Year’s Eve at midnight. After he left Anchorage, we would text or talk on the phone, and occasionally FaceTime. But it was always just friendly. He would flirt, but never was pushy, even if he would ask me all the time to date him. I always turned him down. How are we supposed to date if we live thousands of miles from each other?”

  “I’m sure the two of you could figure something out.”

  “Well, it looks like we have a lot of figuring out to do,” I mumble.

  “So how did we get from ‘just friends’ to now?”

  “Ever since I got here, he has been overly affectionate. Always trying to touch me, putting his arm around me, cuddling me into him on the couch, et cetera. He was still respecting my boundaries and not balking too much about me sleeping in the guest room. After the make-out session against his truck after the win last night, we came back and ended up on the couch.

  “I, of course, fell asleep within a few minutes, and woke up to Brian carrying me to bed. I figured he would just put me into my bed, but I quickly realized it was his bed. He said he just wanted to hold me again while he slept, and that he wasn’t expecting any funny business. He kissed my head, and between that and the feel of his skin against mine, his fingers trailing along me – I just couldn’t resist it any longer.

  “I initiated it. I kissed him. I told him I couldn’t keep pushing him away. He was so sweet, making sure I was comfortable each step of the way, and giving me an out if I wanted it. I had made it well known over the past few months that I’m not looking for a one-night stand, or friends with benefits. If I was going to sleep with someone, then I wanted it to mean something, and be with someone I was committed to. So, before he would actually have sex with me, he made sure I knew that he was in this, and that he was committing to me.”

  “Oh my, you really have tamed him,” Becca muses. “Please tell me the man knows how to use his equipment.” She laughs.

  I’m sure I turn bright red at that question. “Oh, girl. Does he ever!” I finally laugh out. “That man is talented, and I might be a little sore today.” I smile, remembering how it felt to be under him, and have him inside of me.

  “He wanted me to extend my trip, but I know there isn’t a way I could get the time off with such short notice, so I sent in a request for some time off next month. He invited me to come to Vegas for the All-Star events.”

  “Sounds fun! I think Scott and I were going to go. Now we really will have
to make plans of it! Think of the amazing spa day, and shopping we can do!”

  “As long as my time off is all approved, I would fly here for a few days first, and then possibly to a couple road games after the Vegas part. Any chance you would go to those games with me?”

  “Like you even have to ask? If you’ll be at them, I will be there. Someone’s got to cheer on our men, and keep them company between the sheets!” She winks at me.

  “Brian said something about us not being able to share a room while he’s on the road.”

  “Yeah, that’s correct. But there isn’t anything in the rules about them having guests in their rooms or them going to another room before needing to go to bed,” she says, winking again.

  “So, that’s us in a nutshell. I don’t have any idea what’s going to happen from here, and I’m scared, but also excited. I just have to trust what he’s told me about ending his playboy ways and pray that he sticks to that. Then comes the obstacle of how often we will get to see each other. As you well know, I will have to be the one flying to see him most of the time. He did joke about me possibly moving down here, but I think it’s a little too soon, don’t you think?”

  “I guess only you can make that decision. I can tell you that it sucked ass living apart from Scott for the short amount of time we did it, but I also know that we had years of history, and were able to pick up and move forward. I get that everything between you and Brian is new, but if you moved here, it wouldn’t necessarily just be for him. You have me here! And you know with your experience, you can find a job so easily.”

  “Yeah, I’m just nervous and need time to figure out what will be best. Take things one day at a time.”

  “That’s all anyone can ask of you. I’m sure Brian will be happy with whatever you choose to do. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure he would prefer for you to be here all the time, but will understand if you don’t want to move here right away.”