by Brit DeMille
“I needed this,” I say on a moan. “I didn’t realize how tense I was.”
Evan puts his wine down and turns toward me. “Come here. I’ll rub your shoulders.”
I do as asked, accepting the offer of a massage. He instantly finds a knot in my right shoulder.
“Ugh,” I groan. “That’s the spot. Right where I carry my bag every day.”
“We need to get you one of those ergonomic backpacks for all your tech.”
“Indeed,” I manage to whisper through the attention of his magic fingers. “Oh, that feels so good. You’re my hero right now.”
“Only right now?” he asks, mock hurt.
“All the time, but right now especially.”
“I guess I’ll take that,” he says with a laugh.
“You probably get massages all the time,” I say.
“Our trainers are pretty good to us, yes, but our muscles get tense and beaten up out there, so we need the therapy.”
“Do you like it? I mean, the violence of the game?”
“Hmmm. Well, I mean, I can’t say I like violence as a general rule. But violence is a part of the game. We’re all competitive. We all like winning. It can get heated sometimes, and it does push us to work harder.”
“So…yes?”
“I guess so?” he says, though it comes out like a question. “It’s not like I go out and pick fights on the street. It’s just part of hockey culture and we mostly leave it on the ice.”
“Mostly?”
“I mean…” He trails off and focuses on rubbing the tension away from my neck.
I am perfectly content to leave conversation behind and just focus on his strong hands working on my body. A sound of pure pleasure escapes from my mouth as I tip my head forward to give him access to my neck. I have no shame either, it feels too wonderful for me to care what I say.
I get lost in the feel of his fingers as they pressure the muscles in my neck and shoulders. Eventually, he pulls me back against his chest, between his legs, and he rubs my arms. I find myself getting so aroused by this simple act of touch, and I know I’m not alone, as I can feel him going hard against my back.
I arch a little, an invitation that he doesn’t miss as he moves his hands to gently massage at the sides of my torso. He takes his time, his hands finally working their way beneath the thin material of my bikini top. His fingers are so gentle as he touches my nipples, cups my breasts. I let out a sigh of wanting.
Evan adjusts, pulling his hands away and untying my suit. It falls free, floating away in the water, freeing my breasts. The cold air near hot water makes them pearl into tiny nubs that beg to be plucked.
He kisses my neck as his fingers play, one hand staying at my breasts, the other sneaking down over my stomach, beneath my bikini bottom.
I’m a live wire. It’s hard to decide which feels best—his lips on my neck, his fingers strumming at my nipples, or this new sensation of his fingers dipping between my folds.
When two fingers slip inside, I spread my legs wide. It’s such a strange experience, trying to find a way to brace myself in the water, but it feels so good that I don’t want it to stop.
Evan holds me to him. He murmurs, “You’re so beautiful, Holly. Turn around so I can look at you.”
I stand, shimmying out of my bottoms as Evan pulls off his trunks. He pulls me to him so that I’m straddling him. His erect cock rubs between my legs, against my swollen clit as his lips find mine. He holds me so close, both arms wrapped around me, one hand on my lower back, one at my neck. The feeling of being this close to him, skin on skin, the water bubbling around us. It makes me feel like I might catch fire.
We kiss for a long time until Evan stops suddenly with a lusty groan. He stands up, holding me to him, and steps out of the water. Still dripping wet, he carries me to the bed and lays me down. I’m bare to him for the first time.
Evan’s eyes travel the length of my body, his pupils dark, his gaze smoldering. My wet skin erupts in gooseflesh. I take a moment to revel in his naked body, as well. Wide shoulders, thick, dark hair on a sculpted chest. Washboard abs. Muscled thighs. And a cock the likes I’ve never seen before. It juts proudly as he stands there for me to look my fill of him. He is a beautiful man.
I sit right up on the bed and move toward him, determined to have what I want.
I take him in my mouth.
Evan’s eyes close and a dirty word escapes his lips in a rush of air. I explore him, my tongue taking in the taste of skin and salt and chlorine from the hot tub. I cup his balls and slide his length down my throat. I get lost in the moment, happy to pleasure him, happy to taste the salty pre-cum that falls on my tongue.
“My turn, baby.” He tells me before pulling himself out of my mouth and pushing me gently back down onto the bed again. He kisses every part of me, my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, my neck. His beard is soft and wiry against my skin. His tongue finds my nipples, licking and sucking, as his fingers again find my entrance, slipping inside, pumping lazily as my hips move to meet them.
He kisses my belly and my public bones. His tongue finds its way down to my clit, so sensitive and swollen. He bites a little, a feeling that reverberates into every nerve I have as my hips fly off the bed. He chuckles, the sound rumbling against my sex as he presses me back down into the mattress. Pinned down by his superior strength, I’m utterly devoured. He has me opened up for his pleasure and completely at his mercy. I never want it to end.
I feel myself moving up, up, up to the edge of a cliff. He’s made me feel this way before, but always half-clothed. Never skin-on-skin, never like this. I want him closer—need him closer.
“Inside,” I breathe. “I need you inside me.”
“Only after I feel you come.”
His fingers pick up the pace while his tongue continues to work at my clit. He sucks and bites and agitates and it doesn’t take long for me to fall. I let out a sound that’s practically inhuman as I forget to breathe, my body flexing toward the ecstasy as my insides clench and pulsates around Evan’s fingers and his tongue. I hear him saying words to me, but I couldn’t say what they are. I’m lost to the primal utterly and completely.
I’m not even sure I could tell him my name as I come down from the explosive orgasm he just gave me. My whole body is still primed as I watch him roll on a condom. His eyes are wild as he mounts me, ready to take us all the way. His movements firm, he stakes down my wrists with one hand and my jaw with the other. I moan as he presses the tip of his cock into me, flexing my hips as much as I am allowed. I might die like this and I don’t care.
And then, he thrusts hard into me and fills me deep. We both shout as he sinks himself all the way, our bodies flush. He pauses and kisses me in the same deep and claiming way. Cock, tongue, hands all owning me at once. It’s the best sexual experience of my life.
And then he starts to move. Long sliding drags in and out of my sex, hitting my clit with every excellent stroke. It takes no time before I’m coming a second time.
Just like that. He moves, and I’m gone, my body totally his, totally wired to please and be pleased. He keeps drilling me with his hard-as-steel-cock as I orgasm, pulling us closer together until there is no delineation between our bodies. He changes his position and pulls my legs up, giving him the deepest angle possible. Which he takes full advantage of as his thrusts grow even deeper and harder.
His tongue finds mine again as he continues to ride me. He kisses me as sounds of pleasure escape my throat. I feel him pick up the pace as he pushes me toward yet another precipice. It can’t be possible, but I am far past the ability to do anything but be carried along for the impending climax. When he buries his head at my neck, I feel him tense, my pussy clenching in uncontrollable spasms that seem to go on forever, milking his orgasm as I come with him. The sting of pain that accompanies the end only adding to the pleasure when I realize it came from his teeth on my shoulder. Evan is wildly dominant during sex.
Please and thank you.
/> I don’t want him to go anywhere, so I wrap my arms around him, letting him recover where he fell, along the length of my body, his cock still deep inside of me. We breathe together for minutes without saying anything. I don’t think there are words to express what that just was between us, so I’m completely content to be quiet.
Finally, he does roll off me in order to pull off the condom. But he comes right back to sprawl at my side, his magic fingers back to stroking over my breasts, forcing my nipples into hard peaks again.
“God, you’re so amazing,” he says, kissing the spot on my shoulder where he nipped me. “You’d tell me if I was too rough with you, right? I don’t ever want to hurt you, but I think I got a little carried away. I’m sorry if that was too much.” His handsome face looks worried as his eyes do a thorough check of my body.
“You were perfect in every way, and I wouldn’t want you to do anything different, Evan.” I hold out my arms for him and he returns to lay his head on the pillow beside mine. We stare at each other, quietly relaxing, touching hands, breathing.
I am the first to speak. “Well, that whole plan really worked out for you, didn’t it?”
We both burst into laughter. “Well, I hoped it would, but I would’ve settled for another night of making out with your very kissable and intoxicating lips.”
“This was so much better than making out though. Thank you for setting up our first shag, as the Brits say. Do you ever call it that?”
He laughs at my question and just shakes his head at me. “You’re welcome for the shag-party, darling. When can we do another?”
“If you feed me maybe sooner than you think,” I tease him right back.
“Oh shit, yes. Can I order us something? Or do you want to go out for a bit?”
“I’m never leaving this room, so I guess we’d better order in,” I say with a smirk. “I think staying in will be much...more enjoyable for the both of us.”
The implication is heavy in the air. In fact, the air is thick with this deepened connection between us, so much so that I find myself ready again, the pool of want swirling hot in my belly.
Evan gets up from the bed and leaves the room as I enjoy the sight of his tight ass flexing as he walks out. He’s back in mere moments, this time with the wooden board from the coffee table piled with fruit, cheese, bread, and other delights. He holds it low on his hips, so I can’t view his important bits. He’s so cute right now I could die.
“My woman wants food? I deliver.”
“How very caveman of you, but I’m totally into it.”
He places the board on the bed beside me and climbs back in. He takes his time making me a tiny sandwich with the bread, cheese and what looks like smoked turkey, before bringing it to my mouth. He’s feeding me food and my heart can’t take much more of the romance or it will surely explode. My eyes are unable to look away as he feeds me bites of food. I take each bite from his careful fingers and feel like the most cherished woman in the world.
Evan takes his own bites in between mine, occasionally giving me a kiss or two to break it up. We don’t speak. We are quiet and content, both of us taking our fill of each other. I look at him, and he looks at me, his eyes staring boldly wherever they will. The mood between us is inferno-hot, yet mellow at the same time.
And in this romantic way we eat what is probably the best dinner I’ve ever enjoyed in my life. Eventually we are full, and the tray gets moved off the bed. He’s sitting up against the headboard when he gets back into bed.
I know exactly what I’m doing.
This time, I push Evan flush against the headboard and I straddle him. I rub his cock against the wetness of my slit until his length is rock hard and weeping at the tip. His hands knead at my breasts and play with my nipples; all while wearing a smirking grin on his handsome face.
“You’re sexy when you smirk at me like that.”
“You’re sexy all the time,” he mumbles.
I grab another condom and roll it along his length before putting him inside of me. Hands braced on the headboard, I ride him with a purpose. He fills me so good. I start slow, leisurely, enjoying every penetration in and out. But before long, I’m moving faster, spurred by the pinches and bites he places on my nipples with his lips and teeth. His big hands are gripping the sides of my hips and working me on and off his cock with gusto. When I come, it’s maybe the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I would swear it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before tonight.
We take our time after that, Evan rolling me over without breaking our joining. He slows the pace, looking into my eyes, making sure I know this is more than sex.
The connection between us is electric. It’s so intense that I feel a lump forming in my throat, one I have to swallow. I feel my eyes leaking. Not in a rush, but a few tears roll down to fall on the sheets. Evan sees my tears, but kisses and licks them away, his tongue trailing down my cheek. He doesn’t stop for a long time and I don’t want him to. When he comes it’s less intense than the first time, but no less pleasurable. I feel him inside me when I fall asleep wrapped up in his arms.
But later, in the very early hours of morning, as we both find ourselves sleepy-awake at the same time, I tell him, “I really do care about you, Evan. And I trust you.”
“Thank you for telling me that.” He brings a finger to my lips and traces over them with the softest touch. “It means everything to me, Holly.”
I curl up in the crook of his arm, sleep taking over once more.
I’m almost asleep when I hear him.
I can’t be sure I heard him correctly either, but it sounded like, “I don’t know what you’ve done…to me…Holly…ruined…me for anyone else.”
Ruined, really? I couldn’t be totally sure that’s what he said, though. Between his accent and my sleepy state, I could have heard a lot of things.
Evan seems to sense my worry and pulls me in a little closer. I hear him speak one word, this time as clear as a bell.
“Crushed.”
I smile as I drift away.
Twenty-Two
Evan
Who has two thumbs and got voted in as Pacific division starting winger for this weekend’s All-Star games? This guy.
Okay, that didn’t work out as well as I thought it might. Just imagine me pointing my two thumbs at myself.
Whatever. I’m psyched.
Did I mention I’m also one of four captains for this rave-up? Yep. El Capitan. That’s me.
And the icing on the cake? Georg got voted onto the All-Star team. I was honestly shocked, because Georg is a bit of a wild-card and has a smaller fan base than some other players have. However, he’s been on fire this season and his play has been way above-average, so there is no arguing he’s right for the job.
Because there are two of us from the Crush, Fiona sends the media team to follow us through the weekend. There are skills competitions and three-on-three matches. It’s going to be a total blast.
What the average person needs to know about All-Star weekend is that it’s basically fantasy football made real. And with hockey. There are four teams—Pacific, Central, Atlantic, and Metropolitan. They’re made up with players selected by fan voting, which creates a sort of “dream team” effect that fans geek-out on.
We’re in Los Angeles for the big weekend, and I’m having breakfast with my agent, Scott, who’s beyond stoked that I’m having such a crazy good season so far.
“I don’t know what Kool-Aid you’ve been drinking, my man, but it has turned you into a superhero,” Scott says as he stabs at his omelet.
“Got a lucky charm,” I say, grinning and giving a side-eye to Holly, who sits at another table with Georg and her friend, Pam. Georg’s hair is wild today, and not pulled back in his usual man-bun or ponytail. Pam’s hair, blonde and thick, hangs loose around her shoulders. It occurs to me these two would make a very nice couple. I look back at Scott, who’s sipping form his coffee mug.
“Well, I hope it stays that way,”
he says with a tiny bit of a grimace. I don’t think it’s because the coffee’s too hot.
“What was that face?” I ask.
“What face?”
“The barely-there grimace telling me you aren’t super on board with my off-ice happiness.”
“No, not the case,” Scott says, shaking his head. “I am happy for you. It’s just…you’re you. And this has gone on like seventeen times longer than any other moment of happiness you’ve had. So, I worry it’s about time you’ll kick her to the curb.”
“First,” I say, sticking a piece of bacon in my mouth, “That’s rude. And I’m hurt.”
Scott makes a face which tells me he isn’t buying it.
“Look, she makes me happy. I care about her. I can’t explain why it’s different, but it is.”
“It’s not because you’re scoring a ton and the fans love your little romance? Or because the two of those things together probably got you your spot on the All-Star team?” He shakes his head in the negative. “Look, I understand using a thing to your advantage. It’s working for you. But you’ll have to stop pretending at some point, and I’m worried about that little girl, because I think her feelings are real.”
“Oh, now you’re the expert on feelings?” I’m actually kind of hot about this right now. At first, I was willing to take a ribbing, but now I feel like he’s going over the line.
Scott puts up his hands. “I’m sorry,” he says.
I lean in and say, “Scott, I like you, but if you ever shit on my relationship with Holly again, I will fire you.”
Scott’s mouth folds into a line and he gives a short nod. “I’m sorry,” he says again. “I really am. I can see now… this is different for you. So, great. I’m happy for you.”
“Whatever.”
“Seriously, man,” Scott says. “I meant no disrespect. Like I said, the fans love this thing you’ve got going on. You seem happy. You’re playing like a friggin’ boss. Who am I to judge?”
