by Jenna Rose
“See?” he smirks. “I knew you were a wild chick.”
“She jumped on me!” I protest as I get to my feet and wriggle out of the blonde’s grasp. My hair is completely ruined, and I thank God that I’m wearing black and not white. I shrug out of Bobby’s grip and spin around to face him. He’s not naked this time, but he might as well be; he’s wearing a man-thong with little eyes on it that make the gray fabric sheathing his dick look like an elephant’s trunk. It’s absurd, completely not classy, arrogant as hell and every feminist, independent-career-woman impulse me knows I should be repulsed by it…but am I?
“Do you know about the Kingsley scale?” he asks, throwing me off guard.
“You mean the Kinsey scale?” I correct him. He smirks and points a finger at me.
“That’s the one!”
“Yes, I know it,” I reply. “Why?”
“Well, what it says, is that girls are much more fluid with their sexuality than guys.” He grins.
“Yes…” I say. I know where he’s going with this.
“So if you want to lez it up with Barbara over there, feel free!” he replies. “No judgment here!”
I couldn’t roll my eyes harder if I tried. I do, and I make sure he sees it. But he seems completely unfazed and reaches out to give me a hearty pat on the arm.
“I’m just messing with you,” he tells me. “Relax. I’m not as bad as you seem to think I am.”
“I know,” I reply. “You’re obviously a lot worse.”
“Come on,” he protests. “You don’t like Derry?” he asks as he points down to his thong. “He’s an elephant.”
“Cute,” I reply sarcastically as I check inside my purse. Thankfully, I had it zipped up and the contents are still dry.
“Want somewhere to put that?” he asks. “Come on. I’ve got a private room over here.”
Before I can reply, he has my hand in his and is pulling me through the mayhem. Bodies slide up against me—both male and female—as we thread through the suds, lights flashing and EDM music blaring all around. It’s like a whole different world to me; Bobby lives like a rockstar—a king with the world at his fingertips.
My foot catches something and I trip and fall to my knees. Bobby never lets go of my hand, and when I look up, get a full view of his…butt. And even though my heart is racing and I’m more uncomfortable than I’ve ever been, I have to admit that it’s a nice booty.
He’s wearing a thong—a legit thong—so his sculpted glutes are fully visible. It’s plump and athletic, with those little muscular divots on the sides. It’s not a bubble butt really; it’s just a nice tight butt, and as I get to my feet, I realize I’ve never even analyzed a guy’s body like this before.
“Squats and hockey,” he tells me.
“W—what?” I stammer, brushing wet hair from my eyes.
“That’s how you get a booty like that.”
He winks at me, causing my heart to flutter, then continues to pull me through the crowd until we reach a simple black door framing a panel of fogged glass. He waves an ID card attached to his thong, the door beeps and opens and he pulls me inside.
It closes, and the sounds of the party are instantly muted into the background. We’re in the dark; I can barely make out his muscular outline in front of me. There’s a click as Bobby turns on a soft paper lamp that bathes the room in a soft yellow glow. He’s smiling at me like a prince.
Shit…
“So,” he grins.
“So,” I reply.
“Want to rinse off?” he asks, raising an arm in the direction of the bathroom. I can’t help but notice the rippling muscles and bulging bicep vein.
“No thanks,” I tell him. “I don’t need you spying on me while I’m in the shower.”
I’m totally joking—just giving him some shit—but he seems to take me seriously.
“I’d never spy on you,” he replies. “I’d just tell you that if you want to shower, you have to do it with me.”
That’s it. I’ve had enough. Between being forced to come here by Charles, to having a crazy naked girl jump on me, to my hair and outfit being ruined by having champagne poured on me like I’m some ratchet chick out of a rap video, to Bobby Brodeur being…Bobby Brodeur, I’m about to lose my shit.
“You really are a cocky son of a bitch, aren’t you?”
There’s not even a single flicker of anger in his eyes. In fact, what I just said seems to please him.
“What’s your name?” he asks me.
“Natalie,” I reply. His eyes don’t waver; in fact, a light seems to shine within them.
“What?” I ask, feeling suddenly off kilter.
“You,” he replies simply.
Hmm… “What about me?” I ask. Bobby moves right in, slides a hand around my back and pulls me close.
“Everything.”
And then he kisses me.
5
Bobby
I may be cool on the ice, but I’m on fire as I crush my lips against Natalie’s. The warmth of her body against mine has my cock throbbing with lust as I wonder how she’s going to moan when I claim her.
The way she’s been trying to resist me all day just makes me want her more. Her hard-on-making curves are just the cherry on top. Natalie is a mouth-watering sundae, and it’s time I get a taste.
Despite all that shit she’s been talking, Natalie kisses me back—hungrily. Her tongue slides into my mouth and I cup her ass and squeeze—and what an ass it is. Baby got back! Instantly I wonder just how she’s going to look bent over while I take her from behind. I can’t wait to make those cheeks clap as I fuck her without mercy. Like the guys who face me on the ice, she’s not going to know what hit her.
I’m not used to this—being flattened by a girl, but Natalie’s knocked me on my ass. I have no control. My cock is so hard that Derry’s trunk is sticking straight out like my hockey stick when I’m holding it up in victory after a win. I pull her close enough that she can feel what she’s done to me, but as my cock presses against her thighs, she breaks away and takes a quick step back.
“No,” she says softly, almost to herself. She places a hand to her lips and looks away. Fuck she’s adorable. Even now she is trying to act like she doesn’t want me to fuck her. “I’m here for the story. Not this.”
“Imagine what a story this will be,” I reply. I move closer to her, but she backs away and holds up a warning finger.
“No,” she repeats. She’s trying to convince herself. “I’m not going to be another notch on your belt.”
“How about being the last one?” I ask her. She looks up at me and I hold her gaze, keep my eyes steady. I can see her brain spinning. She’s processing.
“What did you just say?” she asks. “Does that work on all the other girls?”
“There won’t be any other girls after you,” I tell her. I move in and put my hands around her waist. This time she doesn’t move away. “You’re one of a kind, Natalie. I can already tell.”
“Already, huh?” she asks, not convinced. “How do you know that?”
“How do you know that chocolate cake is your favorite?” I reply. “You just know.”
Natalie frowns. “Cake? You’re comparing me to cake?”
I reach around and give her a nice spank on her plump behind. “Oh, you’ve got cake, baby.”
Natalie starts to smile, maybe even laugh, but forces it away with a scowl. Again, she raises a finger to my face and acts like she’s about to scold me.
“You…” But her voice fades as she fights to suppress her smile.
“Me what?” I ask as I grab the hem of her skirt and pull. She puts a hand on mine and applies a bit of resistance, but her eyes blaze with excitement, so I keep going—and she doesn’t stop me.
I don’t stop until I feel the resistance of her baby-making hips. It’s nothing I’ve even thought about until now—having a baby. It’s like Natalie’s cast a spell on me. A quick tug and her skirt’s up over her curves and bunched up
around her waist. Using both hands, I grab her ass and squeeze as hard as I can. Natalie yelps and tries to pull away from me, but I hold on tight.
“That hurt!” she squeals.
“That’s nothing,” I whisper as I lean in. “Just wait until you feel my cock slide inside your tight little pussy.”
I feel light-headed. Her eyes and curves are a deadly combination. I run my hand across the curve of her ass, down to where it meets the thigh, and then probe inside. She’s wearing a thong—a thin one—and it’s soaked. So this is the innocent reporter who doesn’t like bad boys? Yeah, I don’t think so.
“Bobby—” she starts to say, but stops when I press two fingers against her pussy and apply pressure. Her eyes close and a moan falls from her lips. I lean in and suck them gently as I go deeper between her legs. With one finger, I pull her thong aside, and with the other, find her clit.
Her moan turns into a gasp and she braces herself with two hands against my chest. I lean right into her, supporting her like I always will, and begin doing circles around her little pleasure button. She isn’t shaven or waxed, which makes me smile; she must be single if she’s not maintaining for anybody.
Not that I would care if she wasn’t; she’s mine now.
“Bobby, I—”
I apply more pressure and Natalie’s body shakes. She moans again and I reach up and grab her hair with my fist and bend her head back. I drag my lips down her neck. She’s really shaking now. She’s close, and I’m not stopping until I give her that Big O.
“Wait…” she trembles in my arms. “I—I can’t.”
“You can,” I purr. “And you will. I want you to come, Natalie. Come for me.”
She takes a deep breath and buries her face in my chest. My finger traces a perfect circle around her clit and she goes over the edge.
“Bobby!”
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper as her orgasm hits her. Her plump ass shakes in my hand as her body quivers. I stop the circles and simply apply pressure to her clit, watching her face as it twists with pleasure. Fuck she’s cute. Cute and sexy. She’s got a bangin’ body with a brain to match. This girl is the whole package and then some.
She’s too embarrassed to look at me when she comes back down. Her cheeks are blushing rosy red and she looks away as I slowly remove my finger from her button. But I’m not done yet; I’ve only gotten started.
My fingers are nice and slippery with fresh wetness, and I slide two into her pussy. How could one girl be this tight? It’s like she’s never been penetrated before. I can’t even imagine how she’s going to feel once I have my dick inside her. Will I even be able to last?
“Oh my God…” Natalie whispers as I start finger-fucking her—delicately at first. I have to break her in. I’ve never felt a pussy this tight. Is it possible that she’s actually a virgin? Natalie’s hips move against my hand. She tried pretending she wasn’t into me, but there’s no denying it now.
She moans again, and I can’t take it any longer. Quickly, maybe a little too quickly, I pull my fingers out of her, causing her to gasp, grab the hem of her shirt and pull. Every single button pops off and the shirt falls aside, exposing the most magnificent set of tits I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Jesus…” I growl as I reach up and grab them both with my hands. They’re soft, warm but firm. All I can picture is what they’ll look like wrapped around my dick just before I blow a load all over her chin. As my fever for her rises, I reach down and snatch Derry off and throw him aside, letting my cock hang full and free between my legs. When Natalie sees it, her eyes go wide and she finally makes eye contact with me.
“Just to be clear, I am not having sex with you.”
Sure, princess. Whatever you say.
6
Bobby
“I’m not, Bobby,” she repeats. I just nod as I use one hand to undo her bra. It falls from her shoulders, and she’s all but naked in front of me. Her nipples are pink like little gumdrops, and I lean in and kiss one gently, causing her to arch her back into me. I suck it as I cup her ass and walk her back toward the pool table.
She presses up against it, and that’s when I shift both of my hands to her legs. With one swift movement, I lift her onto the table, bend her legs back over her head and bury my face in her mound.
“Holy shit!” she gasps as my tongue finds her hole. I press hungrily deep inside, tasting the sweet juices of her pussy as they drip down my chin like the best honey. My cock’s in my hand, slick with pre-cum, and I’m jerking off as I eat her like a starving man. I want this girl more than I’ve ever wanted anything, including the Stanley Cup.
But what if she does have a boyfriend? What if I’m getting ahead of myself? I push the thoughts away; I can’t ruin this moment. If I show one ounce of hesitation, it’s going to scare her—throw her off. I need to savor this moment—this moment of perfection.
She’s close to coming already as I drag my tongue up her slit to her clit, but I’m not going to let her. Well, I am, but not yet. I have to have her first. She has one hand over her mouth to stifle her moans as I stand up, grab her by the hips and tug her to me so everything below her waist is off the table. Her hole is like a pretty pink flower just waiting for me.
Gripping my cock by the base, I trace her slit with the tip until I find her entrance. I push forward and feel even more resistance than I expected. Yeah, this girl actually might be a virgin.
“I, I said…”
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I ask. My question surprises her and she looks at me with eyes of vulnerability. She doesn’t even have to answer; I know. My lust for her increases tenfold.
“I—”
“That’s okay, princess.” I smile, gently caressing her body to make her feel at ease. “I love that, and I’m going to claim that untouched cunt with my cock now and make you scream my name as you come so hard you pass out. Is that okay with you?”
I watch her mouth; her tongue touches her teeth like she’s about to tell me no, but then relaxes back. Her head tilts down and she looks at me through eyes hooded with lust. Yeah, she’s giving me the go ahead, and as a NHL star, I know that when someone gives you a golden opportunity, you take it. With a deep growl, I push inside her.
Her body goes tight and she clenches her teeth as I penetrate her. I feel her cherry pop as I push my nine inches inside her and don’t stop until I can’t go any farther. Her moan is long and sweet and I lean in and kiss her, brushing the champagne-soaked hair from her face as I start to thrust.
“Oh, that’s big!” she cries out.
“Damn right it is,” I reply. “But you’re also fucking tight.”
And isn’t that the truth? I can barely move inside her without the urge to unload my balls inside of her threatening to take me over. This isn’t going to take long; it’s just a sprint—I’ll run my marathon with her later, over and over again.
“Play with your pussy while I fuck you,” I tell her. “I want to watch.”
The sassy reporter doesn’t hesitate; she reaches down between her legs with two fingers and begins rubbing her clit. I groan and my cock pulses as I picture her doing that countless times while lying in bed, looking like an absolute goddess. Jesus, I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to come before she does.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her, squeezing her tits hard as I bite down on the inside of my cheek to fight off the orgasm that’s steaming toward me. It’s not like me to come prematurely; normally I’m a trooper. I could go all night if I felt like it. But not with Natalie. She’s in a whole different league.
“Bobby…” she moans.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl as my cock throbs inside her. “Come!”
“I’m coming!”
Her virgin cunt clamps down on me like a fist. I come harder than I’ve ever come before as the rhythmic contractions of her pussy milk my load out of my balls. I unload inside her, flooding her hole with my seed as I slump
down on top of her and crush my lips against hers as we both surrender to our orgasms. It’s the most intense moment of my life.
I wait until all the extra sensitivity is gone in my dick before I finally pull out. My load was huge and I watch as some of it spills out of her and onto the floor. She groans and I grab a towel from the bathroom and hand it to her.
“The good news is that if you want to wash off, we can just go out into the bubbles,” I tell her with a grin. But Natalie isn’t laughing; in fact, she looks…stunned. She holds the towel between her legs and sits up, a strange look on her face. For some reason, she can’t bring her eyes to mine.
“Are you okay?” I ask her. “I—I didn’t just read this situation completely backwards, did I?”
“No, no!” she says quickly, waving a hand dismissively. “You were fine. In fact…you were more than fine.”
“Thank you.” I grin proudly.
“It’s just…well…two things,” she says. “One, you came inside me and I’m not on birth control.”
For some reason that doesn’t actually bother me.
“And two…” Her voice trails off.
“Yeah?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head as she stands and pulls her skirt down. “Never mind.”
“So…we’re okay?” I ask. I go over to her for a kiss. She lets me, but she’s not as into it as she was a minute ago, and that’s throwing me off. I want her to be happy. I want her to love what we just did. It was her first time; I don’t want her to have any regrets.
“We’re fine,” she says as she gets her clothes back on. I messed her shirt up pretty badly, so she just grabs my T-shirt from the couch and slides it on underneath to cover up. “I just need to go. I have…a story to write.”
“But you need to interview me for that, don’t you?” I ask.
“No,” she replies quickly as she heads for the door. “I got all I need.”
