by Raine Miller
“Georg.” Softly whispered on a ragged breath with the orgasm I just gave her still racing through her bloodstream. I want to have her like this all the time. Tonight is just the beginning.
I watch her recuperate, trailing just a fingertip along her bare skin, over her nipples, enjoying as they turn into tight buds that I know are begging to be sucked.
“Want to head up and watch a movie?” I ask once her breathing goes back to mostly normal.
“Yes.” She sits up and ties her robe closed again. “If I can walk up the stairs after that.”
“No need. You hold all the food, I’ll carry you.”
“No that’s not what I…”
Too late. I sweep her into my arms, laying a proper kiss on her soft lips before turning her to where our food and beverages await on the other side, untouched due to our appetizer distraction. She loads everything up, laughing, and we head up the stairs. It feels good to carry her.
I’ve never had such a good time doing nothing. Literally. We eat and have fun feeding each other while watching completely lame television. We talk about silly things like, if you could be a fictional character, which one would you choose? Me, Tony Stark. Pam, Lara Croft. She is a badass at heart and it’s one of the things I love about her.
“What movie scared the shit out of you as a kid?” She’s on her side facing me, her head propped up by an elbow…with her robe gaping open. I can see plenty of side-boob and the edge of a nipple; and while spectacularly hot, it takes me a moment to organize my thoughts enough to form an answer to the question.
“Any film that Eli Roth has ever made. Christ. Let’s just say that I never have, and never will step foot in a youth hostel. You?”
“The Sixth Sense. That movie freaking terrified me. I will never watch it again even though I know the big twist at the end.” She shakes her head with a shudder, which has an extra nice effect on her tits. I wait for more information but she’s already on to the next question. “Who was your first kiss?”
With her eager to change the subject, I don’t press her to elaborate, completely content to enjoy the visual feast of her tits framed in her gaping robe. Crazy hotness this girl in bed.
“That’s easy. Svetlana in the bushes at the park when I was nine. Afterwards, she told me she was moving away and my tender young heart was shattered.”
“Awww, that is sad. At least she didn’t harm you. My first kiss was a teammate on my soccer team at six, but I can’t remember if his name was Forrest or Fletcher.” She tilts her head and taps her temple. “Might have been Finley, on second thought.”
“Must have been some kiss, then,” I say, oddly jealous of the six-year-old boyfriend for knowing six-year-old Pam. I’m glad she can’t remember the little fucker’s name.
“Well, I couldn’t tell you that either, but I do remember the time when I accidentally kicked him in the nuts during a game that benched him for a week.”
“Ouch!” I cover my cock and balls with my hands in mock horror.
“It was an accident, Georg. Ac-ci-dent,” she insists, laughing.
I could do this forever, I think. I don’t know what it is about her, but she’s so easy to talk to. So easy to be with. So much fun. Being with her makes me happy.
And, yes, did I mention that she fucking turns me on every time I’m around her? I can’t help it. My need is off the chain when I’m with her. Or on the phone talking. Or texting. Or FaceTiming.
We come across a porno—a Lara Croft animated one—and watch it for a few minutes. At first it’s funny, totally ridiculous, over-the-top cartoon fucking. “This is why you would be Lara Croft for your fictional character, isn’t it, Pamela?”
“Ha. Hardly. I didn’t even know Lara Croft pornos existed until five minutes ago.”
“A likely story.”
We make up our own lines for the actors—the few there are beyond grunts and sighs and endless moaning—but then…
Pam is on my lap rubbing her tits against my chest, her mouth hot on my ears and neck. She’s rocking her slit back and forth along the shaft of my dick, and in about thirty seconds I’m rock hard again.
Fully on top of me now, she aligns my cock and impales herself all the way down on it. No condom. I nearly nut at the feeling of being bare inside her. She starts to ride me, throwing her head back as she finds her rhythm. God, she is so beautiful, her tits shaking every time she punches down with a hard grind.
I hold her hips, just watching her take pleasure from my cock. To think, this is the first time she’s ever done such a thing. It turns me on knowing I’m her first like this. I realize something else as well.
I want to be her last.
As her orgasm squeezes around me, she moans my name again. “Georg…”
Hearing her say my name while she’s coming does something to me.
It sets me off instantly and I unload. Inside her. I let it all go despite knowing we haven’t discussed this at all. Birth control—sexual history and test status—the whole shebang of awkward but necessary topics.
Gasping as the last of the shudders of orgasm are worked out of my cock, as it’s still pulsing deep inside her tight heat, I say, “Ah, Pam…”
“I’m on the pill,” she says, blushing shyly at me. “It’s fine, and I know you’re clean because I’ve seen the tests at work. I was a virgin until tonight, so I know I am…I just know…it’s okay for us to do this without condoms…if you like.” I decide that adorably shy Pam is my new best favorite.
“Oh, I like. I like everything about you and my dick spending close personal time together.”
She lets out a giggle and says, “We should probably grab a shower. I feel a little, um, dirty.” Her cheeks turn pink at her teasing. God, I love this woman.
“You are thoroughly dirty, but it’s very sexy to know I’m the one who made you that way.” I pull her down for a slow kiss. “Either way I’d be happy to help you get clean before bed.”
We step into the oversized shower, and while I want nothing more than to take her slowly against the marble-tiled walls, she’s probably sore, so I gently massage that sensitive place between her legs. She still sighs and closes her eyes.
“Why is it I can want you so badly still?” she asks, sagging, her head against my chest as my fingers dip inside her once more.
“I feel the same,” I answer, kissing the top of her head.
I don’t take her there in the shower. Instead, I help her shampoo her hair and then we get out, dry off, and head into the bedroom.
“This is a really comfortable bed.”
“It is,” I answer, still semi-hard and thinking about how wet she still was in the shower. Even after several orgasms and sex twice.
“Aren’t you sore?” I finally ask as we get under the covers together.
“A little,” she says with a big yawn. “But it’s a good sore. I like it. I like being sore from you.”
My heart jolts at her words. Like an electric shock or something. I can see she’s tired. And we have time. So much time, I realize. “Close your eyes, lover.”
She curls up next to me, her head in the crook of my arm, her arm draped over my stomach. I watch her sleeping until my eyes will not stay open any longer.
I wake to the ring of my phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, champ, it’s Scott.”
I sit up. Pam is on her stomach, deep in sleep, so I get out of bed and head into the sitting room. “What’s up, Scott?”
“Sorry it’s early. Did I wake you?”
“It’s fine. What can I do for you?”
“Well, it’s more like the opposite really. Or what I have done for you, more like. How do you feel about money?”
“I like it very much, Scott.”
“Well, as your new agent, I felt it was important to impress upon the powers that be just how important you are to the operation. The team’s performance has been lackluster at best with you out on IR. Even Evan’s play isn’t as sharp without you on t
he D. So, I reminded the owners and it didn’t take too much arm-twisting to get you a new contract offer.”
“Really?” My heart is beating out of my chest.
“Yep. It’s a far cry better than what you had going before. I think you’ll be happy, but take a look at it and let me know if you need to me to go to bat on anything. It’s in your inbox.”
“Okay, I’m out of town right now but I’ll get to it as soon as I’m back this afternoon. Call you then.”
“Great,” Scott says. “Talk to you later. Great game last night, by the way. Fucking awesome to see you back in top form.”
He hangs up and I have a pang of sadness as Ned comes to mind. I feel more than a little badly, but Scott Rose is the agent I’ve needed for a long time. The agent I’ve deserv— No, I haven’t deserved Scott until now. It wasn’t long ago that my team taunted me with vodka breakfasts and hockey honeys. And as I look back at that man, he’s not the one who deserved an agent working hard for him. He wasn’t working hard for himself or his team. Not then. But I am now. And I’ve proven myself
Sleepy Pam comes out wrapped in the bed sheet and plops onto my lap, her head on my shoulder.
“I woke up and you were gone,” she says in a pouty voice.
“Sorry,” I say quietly, stroking her hair. “I got a call from Scott, Evan’s agent.”
“Your agent now, too.”
“Yes. My agent now, too. And really glad about that, because he said he got me a great deal.”
“Oh?” she asks, perking up a bit.
“I haven’t seen it but he thinks I’ll be happy. It’s in my inbox.”
“Well, we should get back so you can take a look at it, then.”
“It’s okay, I told him I’d look this afternoon. Let’s get some breakfast, take our time.”
I pull away the sheet as she stands up and smack her ass playfully. “You should walk around naked all the time.”
“So should you,” she says from over her shoulder as she heads back into the bedroom.
I follow right behind her thoroughly enjoying the view. She looks around like she’s searching for something. “I think we left my shirt and bra downstairs in the kitchen.”
“Guess you’ll have to go tits-out for breakfast then,” I say with a shrug. “I don’t mind.”
“Louisa might, though.” She sounds worried.
“Well, Louisa’s husband owns a gentleman’s club. I would guess she’s seen a fair share of tits in her lifetime.”
“You don’t think she goes to the clubs, though?” She wrinkles her nose at me and I want to kiss it.
“I think they’ve been married a very long time and while he enjoys the sight of naked women, he has only ever made love to his wife.”
“No way.”
“True story. He is faithful and they are kinky. Don’t let her trick you, because she is a minx.”
Pam grins and shakes her head. “Well, I still need a shirt.”
I manage to find mine and she throws it on. But the outline of her tits against the soft fabric of my shirt is so tantalizing, that I decide I can’t let her leave the room just yet. I trace her nipples through the fabric and she arches into my touch. So responsive to every touch.
Needing to be fucked…
It’s the truth. She needs it. I certainly need it.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I nearly growl. “You okay with that?”
“Yes, please…” Her breathless whisper is the only answer I need to hear.
In a second, I have her on the bed, legs spread wide so I can have a good long look before sinking my cock into her. Fuck hot. I hold her open with one hand and line my cock up with the other. I don’t give it to her soft this time.
The sounds she makes only spur me on. She wants more…
So, I give it.
It’s at least an hour before we finally make it downstairs for breakfast, but I’ve already had my feast.
Twenty-Four
Decisions, Decisions
Pam
Two weeks later.
Georg: How is my sexy woman doing?
Pam: I’m good. I have a meeting in a few, but it’s slow times around here when you guys are away scoring touchdowns and homeruns.
Georg: lol. I wish you could travel with us.
Pam: Because you miss me.
Georg: Because I miss you.
Pam: Ha ha! JINX
Georg: jinx
Georg: See? We think the same.
Pam: Tonight I’ll be watching you play while naked in bed touching myself…per my usual.
Georg: Niiice. FaceTime after?
Pam: Even nicer.
Georg: Ha! I can’t wait…ILY
Pam: ILY2. Heading into my meeting so bye for now, hot stuff. xo
Georg: Laters, baby.
I’m grinning as I step into Bud’s office, imagining what antics Georg will be up to when we FaceTime tonight. He never disappoints. I miss him more now when he’s away than I did before. It’s different when you’ve accepted that you’re really in love with another person. But it’s my first time even remotely close to feeling this way, so I’m used to fighting the doubts that creep in. Georg is confident enough for the both of us he says. I can’t wait until he’s back from on the road. The Crush are away on the East Coast for a series of three. If they win all three games, they’ll clinch a playoff spot. It’s important that Georg keeps his head in the game and focuses on playing his best. For that reason, we decided to keep our relationship a secret until the season ends. It just makes the most sense to set healthy boundaries from the start. Plus, I work on his team members, touching their bodies, but he trusts in me to know there would never be anything other than professional behavior from my end. I keep him happy off the clock, and he can remain focused on his job on the ice. We’ll have the summer to come out as a couple and can go from there letting management in on the news.
“So, Pam,” Bud says, visibly uncomfortable, his forehead sweaty and his leg shaking. Also, he won’t make eye contact.
“Yes, Bud?” I ask, looking around his office.
All training and therapy staff members report to the GM, which is a little weird. It really means we don’t get much supervision at all, because Bud is often in his own world most of the time. I guess there used to be a manager for our area, but he quit to go work for the team in Nashville. Bud decided they’d save money and he’d manage this team. Which is a joke.
“We haven’t touched base in a while,” he begins.
“Ever, actually. We haven’t touched base since I started working here before the start of season.”
“Ah, yes.” Bud pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and rubs his forehead with it. “Well, I’m sorry about that. I hear good things about the team down here, so I leave you guys to it. For the most part.”
“Well, it’s good to see you, I guess?” I answer, not sure why he called me in today.
“Yes, yes,” he says. “Of course, it’s good to see you, too. And thank you for doing such a good job this year. It’s just that…well, I’ve heard through the grapevine that you may be violating our fraternization policy. I have on good authority that you have engaged in a relationship of a sexual nature with Georg Kolochev.”
All breath leaves my lungs.
“Excuse me?” I ask, barely audible.
“I’ve been alerted that you and Georg have been seen several times in public together. I realize that many of our staff do join players for nightlife here and again. But there were other allegations, Pam, that are harder to ignore.”
“And those are?”
Bud actually turns beet red before he speaks. A pit forms in my stomach.
“One of the therapy room computers was left on. The camera was left on. There’s only visual of one of the other therapy tables, but there is audio. It is, uh, quite graphic. And it follows your first therapy appointment with Georg upon his return after injury.”
I have no idea what to say. The words are twisted in
the back of my throat. Throwing up in the trash can by Bud’s desk might be the next thing I do.
“Pam,” he says, his tone ultra patronizing, “you won’t have been the first to fall prey to the sexual desires of one of our players. They’re alpha males. Virile. But you’re supposed to be a professional. And whatever happened between you two should never have happened, certainly not in the professional space.”
Mortified to the depths of my soul, I will myself to keep my ass planted in the chair, because my very first instinct is to run out the door and keep on running until I get to my car. Somehow, I find a way to make words come out of my mouth. “I wish I had something profound to say, sir. I lost myself in a moment of weakness and I—I really love this job. I’m sorry I acted so very irresponsibly.”
“I am going to have to ask you to consider if your love for the job can outweigh your libido, Pam. The only way this can work is if you agree to stop seeing Georg Kolochev.”
“But we’re in a—but I—but I care about him,” I stutter pitifully, trying to plead my case. “We have grown to care about each other. I know we can keep our relationship away from the team. We can certainly be more private with it.”
“You do realize that Georg Kolochev is known for being quite sexually active. You’re not even the first staff member he’s fornicated with. I doubt you’ll be the last. I suggest you make the right decision here. Just end things and date someone not associated with the team. Simple.”
“Evan had a reputation once, too. And now he and Holly are married with a baby,” I argue. “People change, Bud.”
Bud shakes his head. “You have two choices, Pam. You can continue to work for the Crush and end your relationship with Georg, or you can continue to see him and lose your job.”
There doesn’t seem to be anything else to say. At least, nothing that will help. I thank Bud for his time and let him know I’ll get back to him later with my decision.
I don’t know what to do with myself for the remainder of the day.
