Filled Potential

by Lainey Davis

  She gasps, and I press my mouth against hers. I pull back and ask, “Do you want that, Jonesy? Do you want me to fuck you tonight?”

  Her mouth works up and down like she’s thinking about it, and I hesitate, but she finally whispers, “Yes.” All bets are off now. I don’t care about hockey or my brother or anything except tasting this woman. Her mouth opens and I slip my tongue inside, running it slowly against her teeth while my hands explore that beautiful body.

  Her tits are so firm in my hands and I feel her nipples pebble through the jersey material. No bra, I realize, and I feel my dick swell in my pants. I hook a hand under her knee and back her up until we tumble onto her bed. God, it feels good to lie on top of her.

  She’s kissing me back in earnest now, and it’s so hot when I feel her get excited by what we’re doing. Her hands are fumbling with my shirt and tie, so I pull up onto my knees to shed as many layers as I can while Juniper sits halfway up to watch. “You like what you see,” I tease, moving more slowly as I unbutton the dress shirt I had to stick on for press interviews after the match.

  She grabs me by the tie and pulls me back down to kiss her as her hands dip to open my pants. I moan when she finds what she’s looking for and wraps her fist around my cock. “That feels so good, babe.” I kick my pants the rest of the way off and climb back between her legs, fully naked now against her silky skin.

  I want to touch and taste all of her, and I waste no time getting started. She moves to take the jersey off and I shake my head. I take her wrist in my hand and bring it to my mouth, planting soft kisses on the sensitive skin at the base of her palm until she gasps. “Keep the jersey on.” I make my way down her body, sliding my tongue along each curve, each firm muscle. Juniper lifts her hips as I slide off her little black panties and then I hear her suck in her breath as I toss her legs over my shoulders.

  I settle on my knees at the foot of the bed and slowly, gently spread legs her open. “So beautiful,” I say, my voice a rumble. Juniper is quivering and I grin at her. “You want me to touch you there, don’t you?”

  She nods. I run the pads of my fingers gently along her upper thighs, teasing, growing closer and closer to her center, but never quite touching her. I want to make this last. I want to see her let go, to make her fall apart, and then I'll be there to pick up the pieces. Finally, she throws her head back and bucks her hips up toward my hand. “Jesus, Ty, will you fucking touch me?” Her voice is guttural and I can see she’s going nuts with want.

  "I am touching you, baby," I tease, grazing my nails along her stomach, the tops of her thighs again. "Did you want me to touch you somewhere specific?"

  She pulls my hair. I'm still in no hurry. And fuck, I want to hear her mouth say exactly what she wants from me.

  "Ty! Please. Touch my clit. Please."

  "There now, Junebug. Was that so hard?" I circle her clit gently with one finger, adjusting my weight, getting ready to taste her.

  When I bend to kiss her pussy, she screams as my tongue finds home on her neat little bud. I work her clit with my tongue gently, savoring the taste and feel of her. I've finally got her body beneath me and trembling. For me. I fucking love this. I turn my head to gently lick her inner thighs where the skin is soft and so, so sensitive. She tremors, muttering and saying my name again and again, begging me to return to her clit, but I want to draw this out. I've waited so long to be here. As I make my way up her legs with my tongue, so slowly, I gradually put my hands under her ass, slowly kneading her cheeks. I love how each cheek fills my hands, and I have big fucking hands. I start licking her everywhere except her clit, but every so often I thrust my tongue inside her as deep as I can. Juniper moans and gasps and I feel her legs reacting as the super sensitive skin makes contact with the stubble on my cheeks. She’s wide open for me, so wet, and I slide a finger inside, crooking it toward me while I lap at her with my tongue.

  I can feel my dick weeping pre-cum as the sight of Juniper losing her mind turns me on. I love that I’m able to do this to her, make her let go, bring her this pleasure. I can tell Juniper is close. "Please, Ty. Please. Fucking touch me. Make me come, Ty!"

  I growl at the sound of her begging this way, and start to gently suck on her clit, holding it so gently between my teeth. I know this is working for her because she slams her knees against my head, holding me in place with those iron thighs of hers. I feel her hands in my hair and hear her screaming, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ty! Yes!!!" I lick her harder, pumping my hand faster, and when I can tell she's almost there, I suck on her clit just that much harder. I pull back just a little to blow cool air on her clit while I speed up the finger that’s pumping in and out of her center. I feel her whole body tense and she grasps the sheets, thrashing around like wild.

  “Ty!” She yells. “Ty, I’m going to come. Oh God!!!” And I feel her contracting around my hand. I rock back on my heels, just watching her, enjoying her ecstasy. I slide my hands to her thighs and I feel her pulse racing, see her chest heaving as she tries to regain her composure. Finally, she opens her eyes and smiles at me, and I realize I’m not just lusting after this woman. I’m falling for her.

  Eighteen

  JUNIPER

  He broke me. I’m sure of it. I just crumpled into a thousand pieces and I will never be able to move again. I’m not even sure what just happened there, because nobody has ever done anything like that to me before. Ever.

  I feel Ty gently placing my legs back on the bed, kissing his way back up my body until he’s lying between my legs again, chest hovering above mine with his weight on his forearms. I love the feel of him on top of me, big and heavy and firm. He's got about five inches of height on me, but lying this way, our foreheads line up and I stare into his eyes. As his hand gently strokes my side, I feel goosebumps raise on my skin. I also feel like I want more. “I want you inside me,” I say.

  He nods and reaches for his pants on the floor next to the bed. He pulls out a strip of condoms and I laugh. “Did you stop at the drugstore on the way over here?”

  He grins until his dimples appear. He slowly and carefully opens the wrapper and rolls the condom onto his massive cock. “They were in all our lockers after the game,” he says. He nestles back on top of me, his sheathed tip at the entrance to my heat. “I’m going to use all of them tonight, Juniper.”

  "Mmm, yes, please."

  He kisses me as he slides inside and I groan into his mouth. He tastes like champagne and...oh shit. He tastes like me. I can taste myself on his mouth and it turns me on. He begins to move inside me and I lift my hips to meet each of his thrusts. Oh God, this feels exquisite. Fucking him in the bathroom was hot and fierce. But this is something else entirely. As we move together, it's hot and needy and so personal. His big cock fills every inch of me, but even more than that I feel him connecting with me mentally. This big hockey guy who knows what makes me tick as a rower, who always has a smile for me and makes me come until my eyes roll back into my head. I feel how much he wants this. With me. I feel how he has longed for this, maybe as much as I have. “That’s it, Juniper. Wrap those long fucking legs around me, baby.” I comply, eagerly, pinning him against me so tightly, grinding against his pelvic bone to find the friction I need.

  Suddenly, he freezes. “What’s wrong?” I gasp.

  But he shakes his head, looking around the room. “I want to watch,” he says. He pulls out and stands up and, before I know what’s happening, he lifts me and carries me to the dresser by the mirror. He places me at the very edge and stands between my legs, sliding into me again. Oh, yes. I lock my legs around his back and cling to his shoulders, the wooden edge of the dresser digging into my thighs as he fucks me. My nails press into the muscles of his back, trail along to his chest as he groans. Looking up into his face, I follow his gaze to the wall mirror, where the sight of us fucking is enough to send me over the edge again.

  We look amazing together. His rippling muscles gleam with a sheen of sweat and the jersey with his name on it is bunched up so
he has access to my breasts, to all of me. I'm clinging to him to stay upright and I can see my muscles shake with the force of him thrusting into me.

  “Ty!” I shout his name, groaning and moving against him. I wrap my arms around his neck for support and his hands brace his weight on either side of me. The dresser slams into the wall--we are being so loud--but I can’t even care about that as wave after wave of electricity shocks through my body. I'm so wet. I can feel my desire coating his cock. He slips in and out of me and it feels so damn good.

  Ty speeds up his pace, pummeling into me, and I love to watch his muscles flex and move. I should have been fucking athletes years ago. This is amazing. And just like that, he grabs my chin and turns my head so I'm staring into his eyes. I fear he can see right inside me. His grey eyes are fierce and I feel him redouble his efforts. I can't believe he's able to go faster, harder. I squeeze my own muscles, trying to draw him into me and hold him as tightly as I can. “Fuck, Juniper, that’s hot,” he growls. “You’re so fucking wet.” He pulls out again and quickly twists my body around so I’m bending over the dresser.

  Ty stands behind me and lifts the hem of his jersey, his big hands massaging the globes of my ass. When he slams back into me, the impact makes my tits jiggle. He holds me tight with one forearm, pressing his chest against my back while he pounds into me, and I love it. I love every thrust. From this angle, his cock rubs against some secret spot inside me that makes me erupt. My eyes roll up in my head as I scream and when his other hand moves from my ass to rub my clit, I lose whatever control and consciousness I had left. I feel my hips bucking back against his until he shudders and shouts “Yes! Juniper I’m fucking cumming. I’m cumming so hard, baby.”

  I can feel his cock swelling inside me. I feel him emptying himself into the condom. I gasp for breath, exhausted, and collapse against the dresser.

  He kisses my neck while we both catch our breath, then steps away from me. Immediately, I miss the heat of his body. I feel like my knees are going to give, and a few seconds later, I see Ty toss the condom in the garbage. Then he tugs me down onto the bed beside him and touches me so gently, stroking my arm, my hair, my cheek. I’ve never felt so satisfied, so safe. We just fucked like beasts, and yet it felt so personal and so much more real than anything else I’ve ever done with a man.

  “What are you thinking about,” he asks as he gently tickles the skin of my back, up inside the jersey. I shake my head, but he insists. “If you don’t tell me, I won’t fuck you again, Juniper.”

  I can’t help but laugh, and when he rolls me to face him, I bite my lower lip and take a deep breath. “I was just thinking I didn’t know it could be like that.”

  His hand stills. “Like what?”

  I shrug. “Like whatever the hell that was.”

  Now his eyes light up and he puts his thumb against my lower lip. Instinctively, I draw it into my mouth, sucking on his massive digit. He smiles, and I could stare into his eyes all day like this. He asks, “Are you saying I gave you the best sex of your life,” twisting his other hand into my hair. I nod and keep sucking his thumb, and even though we just finished having sex a moment ago, I feel him stiffen against my hip.

  “Well, shit, Juniper. If I knew the bar was so low, I wouldn’t have worked so hard.” I love the feel of his laugh echoing through his chest. He begins stroking my hair and I close my eyes, feeling safe and secure in an unfamiliar way I don’t want to end.

  We lie still for a few minutes. I start to fall asleep, but hear him say something. “Tell me your story, Juniper Jones,” he whispers.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Like how did you get into rowing? Start there.”

  I explain that my dad was an Olympic rower, that rowing wasn’t optional at my house, but he wants to know about the first time, the way I knew I loved it, all of that. I sigh. “I’ve never talked about this part before,” I tell him, and he looks into my eyes, expectantly.

  "Well you said you never came like that before, either, right?" His steel grey eyes focus on mine and I’m mesmerized by him, drawn in as always. I feel myself spilling my deepest secrets, telling Ty that I don’t actually know who my birth parents are, that all my conscious memories begin in foster care and group homes around Boston. “I have no history,” I tell him, choking back a tear.

  “But you have a dad, you said…”

  I nod. “When I was 12, my school took a field trip to the boat house. Who even knows if it was just a stop along the day or what. Anyway, my dad was there volunteering. He saw the other students picking on me.” I tell Ty how I was fascinated by the oars, by the rowers we saw on the water. I raised my hand to ask question after question, making myself stand out. “Anyone who stood out for whatever reason...that’s who got hurt. It didn’t matter if you had a toy the others wanted, or if you were more beautiful than the other girls so the house father gave you special attention…" I have to pause here and gather my wits. Special attention from the foster fathers was the worst part of it. I'd do anything to avoid that. Anything. "Or the house mother beat you for her own lost ambitions. If you cared too much about whatever you were learning in school. Anything, Ty. Anything that made you stand out got you hurt.”

  I feel him grit his teeth when I describe growing up like that, but he presses me to tell him more about the day I discovered rowing, about that field trip to the boat house.

  The kids bided their time and didn’t realize anyone was watching. “They shoved me into the river, and my dad grabbed an oar and knocked their legs out from under them, then used the oar to haul me in,” I tell Ty, smiling. We both laugh at this mental image.

  “He must have been one tough son of a bitch,” Ty says. I nod.

  “Dad was in his 60s when he adopted me. He took me into the boat house to dry off, found out I was an orphan, and started the process to adopt me that day. Said he saw a fire in me that he admired.”

  “What happened to him?”

  I roll away from Ty, facing the wall to hide my tears. It’s still raw to talk about. “He died a few years ago,” I manage to choke out. “I only got him for ten years.”

  Nineteen

  TY

  "God, Juniper, I’m sorry,” I tell her, kissing her neck and rubbing her shoulders. “You know, I know how it is to lose a parent. That shit will fuck with your head for years. What you described? Being in all those houses? That could have been me and my brothers if Tim hadn't stepped up and gotten my grandmother to move in with us.” She doesn’t say anything then and I just hold her close, telling her stories about my family. How Tim basically raised us while my dad drank away his grief and our income.

  “And all I did was give Tim shit, too,” I say. “He will tell you he fought to get me into schools that had good hockey programs, but the truth is I would have gotten kicked out of all the other schools. Hockey was the only way I could beat the shit out of people and not wind up in juvie.” I sigh. “Hey, Juniper?”

  “Mmm?”

  “I’m glad you wound up in Pittsburgh and found me in the bar that night.” I hadn’t meant to exploit this moment, seeing as both of us just spilled the beans about our dead parents, but I’m totally overcome by my feelings for this woman right now. There’s never been anyone who could relate to me about this stuff before, on top of understanding all the other things that make me tick.

  But I can’t help what my cock is doing, and right now it’s growing hard nestled between Juniper’s ass cheeks. I’m prepared to walk away and hop into a cold shower, but she wiggles her hips around, nudging against me in a way that shows me she’s down for some distraction sex.

  I roll onto my back, and Juniper sits up. She takes off the jersey then and holy shit, her tits are amazing. I pull her against my chest and roll on top of her, rubbing the silken expanse of her front, letting my rough hands tease along her skin. I love how solid she is beneath me. She's firm and perfect. I don't have to worry that I'm going to break her. I can just lose myself in the moment. She starts t
o moan in pleasure and when she reaches down to palm my length, I groan right along with her.

  I reach for the strip of condoms on the nightstand and tear open the next one in the line. “We’ve still got a lot of work to do, baby,” I whisper, wrapping myself in latex. Then she shoves me back on the bed and straddles me. I look up to see all of Juniper rising above me, like a goddess, before she slides down onto me with her warm, waiting folds.

  In this position, locked together face to face with her on top, I just have to rock my hips slowly and it feels so tight, so deep, so good. Juniper sways her hips along with my mine and I smile. “We’re moving together like rowers,” I say, laughing.

  She plants a kiss on my mouth, then bites my lip. “No crew jokes until you make me come again, Stag.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I tell her, and waste no time getting us both across the finish line.

  After, I’m feeling pretty spent, what with having played a Stanley Cup Final and fucking my attorney ten ways to Tuesday. I lie on my back with my hands laced together under my head, hoping to catch some shuteye, but I feel Juniper staring at me. “What?” I ask, cracking open one eye.

  Her short hair is tousled and messy. Her lips are swollen from my kisses and her eyes are glassy, like she’s stoned on post-orgasmic fumes. She says, “Are you actually going to stay?”

  This takes me by surprise. “Babe, I have no intention of moving.”

  “You’re going to spend the night? I didn’t think Tyrion Stag did things like that.” She looks skeptical.

  "Tonight was a first for me in a few ways." I laugh. It feels good to laugh with a woman. I guess we're getting ready to have a conversation again, because she starts tracing the tattoo on my chest.

  "A stag?" She touches the leaping stag above my heart. My brothers and I all have the same tattoo. Thatcher designed it and the day I turned 18, we all went together to get it.