This Is Crazy

by Natasha Madison

  “I’m talking about even better than a hat trick,” she tells me, and I laugh because I know she has no idea what she is talking about when it comes to hockey.

  “I mean, a hat trick is pretty incredible,” I tell her. “I’ve had the privilege to have four in my career, and it’s pretty hard to beat that.”

  “Really?” she says, chewing. “What about me spread eagle on your bed?” My throat starts to close up, thinking of her.

  “Naked obviously.” I don’t take another bite. I just watch her as she bites another piece of pizza and licks the sauce off the side of her mouth.

  “With one hand playing with myself.” My cock hardens with this picture in my mind.

  “Getting myself primed and ready for you.” She even squirms in her chair.

  “Do you think that could be better than a hat trick?”

  “I mean, I would have to experience it to fully render my decision,” I tell her, and she just smiles. “I don’t think it’s fair to make a half-ass choice.”

  She pushes away from the table. “Give me twenty and then come in the room.”

  “Twenty?” I ask her. “Minutes or seconds?”

  She throws her head back and laughs. “Minutes. I want to take a quick shower, and then I should be good to go.” She turns and walks out of the room with Lilo at her side.

  “Lilo, let’s go eat.” I call her, and she stops following Zara and looks at me, then at Zara, making her own decision on what to do. She goes with food and comes back to me. I clean up the kitchen, go into the garage to feed the dogs, then go into the guest room to take my own shower. I make sure everything is locked and the dogs are taken care of when I walk back into my room with just a white towel around my waist.

  I don’t know what is going to greet me, but when I finally walk into my room, I have to stop and actually catch my breath. There in the middle of the bed is Zara. Not just Zara but a naked Zara, her long legs stretched to the side, her tits peaked and ready for me to bite down on them. But my eyes go straight to between her legs. Her one hand circles her clit while the one has two fingers buried deep inside her. I slip the towel from around my waist and fist my cock in my hand. She must sense me watching her because she tilts her head to the side and opens her eyes.

  “Evan,” she whispers my name, and I walk to her, her hands moving faster and faster. I get on the bed, kneeling beside her. My hand goes back to my cock, fisting it up and down while my other hand goes to her nipple where I roll it between my fingers. I lean down and take it into my mouth, and then I suddenly feel hot wet on my cock and look down to see she moved to get my cock into her mouth. I thrust my hips as I fuck her mouth, my mouth pulling her nipple into my mouth again, and she arches her back when I bite down. Her mouth takes me deeper, and I look down and see her hands going faster and faster. Moving down, I take my cock out of her mouth, and she groans. “No, you aren’t having all the fun,” she says sitting up now, her fingers now out of her pussy. I pick them up and bring them to my lips, licking them clean.

  “I want you to sit on my face,” I tell her, leaning down and sucking her tongue into my mouth. “Then you can suck my cock.”

  Her eyes hood over in lust. “Okay.” I get on my back, and she throws her leg over. My patience has run out, so I grab her hips the same time I lift my mouth and suck her pussy into my mouth. She moans while I groan, and she falls forward and takes my cock in her hand and then down her throat. Our bodies take over as the both of us are full of need. My hips thrust up into her mouth, and her hips start grinding on my face.

  “Oh my God,” she says when she lets go of my cock, but her hand still works it. “I’m so close,” she whispers right before she swallows me again. I lick up and down her slit, flicking her clit with my tongue. She moves her mouth faster and faster, and I slip two fingers into her. The slickness of her pussy makes them easy to move in and out, but two thrust in it gets tighter and hotter as her hips move against my mouth. Her mouth leaves my cock again to groan, and I know that she comes because my fingers get tighter and wetter in her. “Evan,” she says, her hips moving to meet my fingers. I wait for her to ride it out and then slowly roll her to the side. She lies there, trying to catch her breath. Turning her head, she watches me lean over and grab a condom from the side table. I tear the corner off and slide the condom out and place it on my cock.

  She opens her legs for me, her eyes still hooded over as she recovers from the orgasm I just gave her with my mouth. When I grab my cock at the base and slide it over her slit, her back automatically arches up at my touch. Her hand pushes mine away as she guides it straight to her opening. I don’t even try to stop it, and I just sink all the way balls deep into her in one thrust. Her head goes back, and her eyes close. Her hand rests on the base of my stomach, and I don’t move until she is ready. She is snug, tight, and perfect.

  “It feels so good,” she hisses, opening her hips wider, and then wraps her legs around my hips. My body lowers on her as I take her mouth, my tongue sliding into her mouth, the same time I pull out and then slowly start moving in and out of her. I don’t move fast at first; I take my time, feeling all of her. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her legs squeeze my hips.

  I slip one hand under her and slide down to kiss her neck, her fingers running through my hair as she pants. I try to keep the same pace, but when her pussy starts to squeeze me harder and harder, I can’t stop my thrusting. Raising her hips, she tilts them back so I get even deeper. She slides one hand between us, and I look between our bodies, seeing her play with her clit.

  “That’s it, beautiful,” I tell her, and she just moans. “Play with that pink clit.” Her head moves side to side. “Flick it,” I tell her, and she does. “Now do little circles.” Her hand obeys everything I say, her pussy getting tighter and tighter, her hips squeezing me more and more. “Pinch it,” I tell her. “Tight and don’t let go till I tell you.” She does, and I thrust hard one, then twice. “Let it go and rub it side to side now.” She does it, and she takes off, coming on my cock so hard I can’t move in her. I have to stay planted balls deep.

  Her eyes open to look at me. “Are you going to come with me?” she asks me in a sultry voice. “Make me come again and then come with me.” My body so ready to fucking release but not until she does it again.

  “Come deep inside me.” Her hips now moving faster than they did before, her middle finger moving as fast as her hips. “I need you.” She looks at me, and I will give her whatever she needs.

  “I need you to come with me.” She moves her hand wrapping it around my neck as she meets me thrust for thrust. I pull out all the way to the tip and then pound it down, harder than I want, but she takes it. She takes each fucking thrust. “I need you deeper,” she says between her pants. She tilts her hips and holds her legs back, and I sink so fucking deep it’s all I can take. When she comes on my cock after the fourth thrust, I let her ride it out, and when she is almost done, I let myself loose. I plant myself balls fucking deep, and I come with her name on my lips.

  Collapsing down beside her on the bed, I think I see stars, but I’m not sure. When I blink my eyes, I see black spots. She kisses my shoulder softly, and my cock twitches. “I just need a couple of minutes.” I try catching my breath, and she licks her way to my ear.

  “I want to ride you,” she tells me, and my eyes open, looking down at her. “I want to ride you, and I want you to let me do what I want to do.”

  “Yeah,” I tell her.

  “I want to come again.” She moves her hips, and I have to hold her in place. “I want to come while sitting on your cock.”

  “I need to change the condom,” I tell her, and she looks down as my semi erect cock slips out of her.

  “Then I want you take me in the shower, and I want to suck your cock again.” She smiles at me, and I roll off the bed.

  “I am going to need to hydrate.” I look over my shoulder at her and see her hand slip down between her legs. My cock not getting any memo except to get
back into her.

  “Don’t you make yourself come without me,” I tell her, and she looks up at me. “You come with me, or you don’t come at all.”

  “That’s not fair.” She almost pouts. “What if you can’t …?”

  “Then you come on my fingers,” I tell her. She closes her knees, and I know she is so fucking far-gone. I ignore the condom and walk back to the bed, standing on the side of bed.

  I move her hand away from her clit, and I lick my thumb to wet it and then rub her clit. “My sweet Zara,” I tell her and lean over as she spreads her legs, and I take her clit into my mouth, sucking it deep. Her hands gripping the sheets beside her.

  “Always sweet,” I tell her as I nip her clit, and she arches her back.

  “Beautiful.” I watch her eyes when I slip two fingers in her.

  “Always fucking beautiful.” Her hand reaches out to fist my cock, but I move away, and her hand falls on the bed as she groans in frustration.

  “Let me have your cock. Please.”

  “After you come on my fingers,” I tell her, fucking her with them and watching her look down at my fingers. It’s the most exotic sight I’ve ever seen, her eyes following my fingers as they disappear in her. I bend my head down again and suck in her clit harder this time, and she pants out my name. I slip my tongue in with my finger, and she’s two seconds away from coming. “You come on my fingers, and then you can sit on my cock all night long.”

  “Promise?” she hisses, then looks down, and she comes on my hand. “Fuck.”

  She rides my fingers, and then I pull them out of her and lick them clean. I’m expecting her to take time to recover, maybe get up and go get water, but what I’m not expecting is for her to roll to the side of the bed and grab another condom out of the drawer. “Come on, cowboy, it’s time for me to take that ride.” She winks at me, and my cock is suddenly rock hard solid.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Zara

  I never knew sex could be this much fun or that the need and urges would totally take over my body. I never ever in a million years thought I would be the one begging for it. For his touch, for his mouth, for his fingers, and more importantly, for his cock.

  I woke up with my body sore in places I didn’t know were possible, but then I think back to the night we had, and the amount of times I begged for it. After he let me ride him, and ride him I did, he bent me over in the shower with his hands fisting my hair, and I came so hard I thought my legs were going to give out. The night was filled with hands and mouths. I woke once to him sliding into me, and he woke once with his cock in my mouth. Looking over at the clock, I see it’s almost seven and know he has to be up at eight.

  He faces me with his eyes closed, and his hand rests on his chest as it rises and falls. I slowly reach into the side table and grab another condom. I tear open the condom and grab his cock in my hand. I hear him groan, but his cock is already up and ready for me. I roll the condom down his length, and he groans again. I don’t wait for him to open his eyes before I throw my leg over his hip and slowly slide down him until he’s all the way in me. My hands cup my tits and tweak my nipples. There are little hickeys over them from the last time I was in this position. His eyes open, and he looks down to see me squat up and then down again, his hands going to my hips.

  “Beautiful,” he mumbles, his eyes closing again, but this time, one of his thumbs finds my clit. “So wet already,” he says, and his fucking dirty talk will get me off faster. He knows it, and I know it.

  “You want to ride my cock?” he says and now my hands fall to his stomach as I grind my hips and rotate them. “Fuck,” he says when I clench my pussy on his cock. “Wanted to wake you with my face in your pussy,” he says, and I’m so fucking close I can almost touch it. My stomach gets tight, my toes curling.

  “Look at us,” he says, looking at my pussy. “Look at how your pussy takes my cock.” My eyes watch how I ride him. His cock disappears, and I hurry up to see it again.

  “Take my cock, beautiful.” My legs burn as I squat on top of him, one of my hands going to meet his thumb as we both play with my clit. He lifts his other hand and squeezes my tit. Moving my hand away from my clit, he causes me to moan out in frustration ’cause I’m so close to coming. He squeezes and twists my nipple at the exact time as he squeezes my clit, lifting his hips. He twists my nipple again, but this time, he lets go of it and also lets go of my clit. I’m a rag doll at this point, and he grabs me around my waist and flips me on my back and fucks me so hard. It takes four thrusts, and I lean up and bite his pec right before he plants himself in me, and we come together.

  “Jesus fucking,” he hisses, and I laugh. “That was so fucking hot.” He leans down taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking it in and then leaving a little bite mark next to it.

  “Stop with the marks.” I push him off me.

  “Never,” he says. “Those just show you’re mine.” I look over at him as he rolls off me and walks to the toilet. I look over and see it’s almost seven thirty, so I roll out of bed, and my legs literally feel like I spent four hours in the gym.

  I walk to my luggage and throw it down. “What are you doing?” I look over, and he is standing there naked, his cock at half-mast.

  “I’m getting clothes,” I tell him, and he just shakes his head. He walks back into his walk-in closet and comes back with one of his shirts.

  “Here.” He hands me the gray shirt with the team logo on the front and his name on the back. “How would you feel about having my name tattooed on you?” he asks me, and I shake my head.

  “How would you feel about going hunting with my family dressed as a duck?” I grab the shirt and slip it over my head. “I still need panties,” I tell him, and he shakes his head. “Evan, the dogs are going to be all over me, and I don’t want their snouts in my vagina.”

  “Fine,” he says, putting on a pair of gym shorts. “But make sure they can be easily ripped off.”

  “We just had sex five times in six hours,” I tell him, laughing and slipping on a pair of pink lace boy shorts.

  “I lost track,” he says. “Before I leave, we need to do it twice more.”

  “You need to save your energy for the ice,” I tell him, getting up and walking out of the room. The dogs jump off the couch and come over to me.

  “Hello, my loves,” I tell them. “Are you ready to go out?” Stitch is going in circles while Lilo is up and licking my face. “Okay,” I say and walk over the door and open it so they can run outside.

  “Leave the door open so they can come back in,” Evan says as he walks to the garage probably to fill their bowls and start the coffee.

  “Do you eat here or at the rink?” I shout and then jump when I see he is back already. “Jesus.”

  “I can eat here,” he says, coming to me and wrapping his arms around me. “Good morning, beautiful.” He kisses my neck.

  “Good morning,” I whisper to him, and he kisses my lips. I need to call someone and ask them if the need to climb him like a fucking tree is a normal thing because, let me tell you, I would climb him for hours. I watch him walk to the fridge and pull some things out, and just like that, we make breakfast side by side. I mean, there are times when I accidentally have to lean over, just like there were times he needs to slip his hands into my panties and slip a finger in. “Behave,” I tell him while I scramble some eggs. “No sex till after you come home.”

  “That’s in about six hours,” he huffs, and I plate us both some eggs, his serving bigger than mine. I cut some fresh avocado and make his two slices of toast.

  “What is the plan for the day?” I ask him, putting the plate down on the table and feeling him behind me.

  “I have practice from ten to noon, and then I usually go to the gym until one thirty, so I’ll be home at two,” he tells me, sitting down next to me.

  “Okay, perfect.” I look at the clock and see it’s a bit past nine. “I’ll have my work done before you get home.”

  “Do you
want to go out and eat dinner tonight?” he asks me, and I just shake my head.

  “No,” I tell him. “I want to lie with you outside on my couch.” He nods his head, smirking. “Then I want to come in and take a bath.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” he says, picking up his plate and bringing it to the sink and then putting it in the dishwasher.

  “Leave it. I’ll clean up. You go get ready,” I tell him, and he comes over and leans in front of me. I kiss his lips, and he turns to go get ready, running out of the house ten minutes later. Leaving me almost panting.

  “Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone,” he says, winking at me and walking out.

  “Asshole,” I say to the closed door, and I clean up the kitchen and go grab my phone. I open my FaceTime and decide this has to be a group chat. So I open my app and start adding people. The first one to pick up is Zoe.

  “Hey,” I tell her. “I’m adding a couple of people since I don’t want to repeat this story seven times.” She nods her head, and I see her reading the computer screen in front of her.

  Karrie is the next one to pick up. “Well, well, well,” she says with a smile.

  “She’s adding people, so say the you’re a ho chant when everyone picks up,” Zoe says, smirking and grabbing her coffee.

  “Vivienne and Allison are both here,” Karrie says, but they answer on their own devices. “Why are you answering?”

  “Because I want to see how good she got it,” Vivienne says, her face filling the screen. “She did good. Look at those cheeks.” I raise my hands to my cheeks. “Her eyes are still floating on orgasms.”

  “Damn,” Allison says, “she’s not lying.”

  “Okay,” Zoe snaps. “Let her talk.” And everyone just looks at me.

  “I think I’m a nymphomaniac.” I come out and tell them. Zoe’s eyes open big, Karrie’s mouth drops, Allison rolls her lips, and Vivienne just throws her head back and laughs.