“Good thing you aren’t going home tonight.”
“I imagine he’s been enjoying having the place to himself.”
“Did you tell him about us?”
“Yeah, I told him at practice on Monday. Said we were dating, and I might not be around much.”
“What’d he say?”
“Nothing. He said nothing.”
We finished off our wings and beer, and Paxton gave me that look I’d come to cherish—the one that said, I need you naked as soon as possible. I was all-in.
“Let’s get out of here. We have better things to do,” I suggested.
“I like how you think.”
“Of course you do. That’s because I have a dirty mind just like you.”
“The dirtier the better.”
One of the blondes had her hand down Patrick’s pants. Paxton made a gagging sound and grabbed my hand. We slipped out the back door so we didn’t have to go past them. I didn’t have my car, so we walked down the street hand in hand.
“What’s the craziest place you’ve ever had sex?” Paxton asked me with a gleam in his eyes.
“In the living room of my dad’s condo while he was sleeping in the next room with one of his friends who was twenty years older than me.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I wanted to be caught. I was going through a rebellious stage back then.”
“How old were you?”
“I’d turned eighteen and just graduated from high school.”
“Did he catch you?”
“No, but only because he was preoccupied.”
“Did you see the guy again?”
“We hooked up a few more times over the summer. Always somewhere public. The possible danger of being caught was how he got it up. That or Viagra.”
Paxton laughed. “And is it a turn-on for you?”
“It? Viagra?”
“No, the excitement of getting caught.”
I wasn’t sure where this was leading, but I had my hopes. “Oh, yeah. And you?”
“Never really tried it unless I was drunk and then I don’t remember.”
“You’re missing out.” I stepped in front of him, forcing him to stop, reached down, and cupped his balls through his jeans. I planted a trail of kisses up his neck to his ear. “Paxton, I’m not wearing underwear.”
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned and pressed his body against mine. Our lips met and our kisses grew hotter by the second. Reluctantly, Paxton drew away first. “I don’t think I can wait until we get to the dorm. You’re making me crazy.”
“Then don’t wait.”
The campus rocked on Saturday nights, and people brushed past us on the sidewalk. His mouth came down on mine, demanding and rough, and I gave it right back. We panted and groped at each other’s clothes. This time I separated from him.
“We can’t do it here in the middle of the sidewalk.”
“Are you sure?” His grin was wicked.
“I’m sure.”
“I have an idea,” he said.
“Good.”
He grabbed my hand, forcing me to hurry alongside him. We turned a corner and walked down the street where all the sororities and fraternities were located. He led me up the walkway of the loudest house on the block. Stepping over beer cans and one passed-out frat boy, we went inside.
The place was packed. The music was deafening. The beer was flowing freely. We pushed through the crowd to a back hallway. Paxton stopped and glanced around.
At the end of the hall was a laundry room.
“This should do,” he said as we peeked into the dimly lit room.
“Oh, yeah.” We walked farther inside a space housing cleaning supplies, a utility sink, and a commercial washer and dryer. Paxton spun around to shut the door behind us. He started to lock it. I put a restraining hand on his arm and shook my head.
“You’re a very naughty girl.”
“Let me show you how naughty.” To prove my point, I unbuttoned a few buttons to reveal a lacy bra and cleavage.
His grin was positively feral. He put his hands on my waist and hoisted me onto the small counter next to the sink and pulled out his wallet, riffled through it. He met my gaze with a panicked expression.
“Oh, fuck, I’m out of condoms.”
“I have one.” I dug into my purse and opened the small packet.
“You are a woman after my own heart.”
“You’re a man after my horny ass.”
His brows shot upward, but he didn’t take my bait.
“Now come here.” I beckoned him with a crook of my index finger. He stepped closer. I unzipped his fly. I tugged on his waistband and pulled his jeans and underwear down enough to free his very large, very happy to see me cock. I rolled the condom down the length of him. Leaning back, I braced my upper body with my arms.
He lifted my skirt, and his smile was positively feral when he saw I wasn’t lying about no panties. I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs wide, opening myself up for him.
“Fuck you’re beautiful.”
“And wet. Very, very wet.”
He swallowed hard and groaned.
“Fuck me, Pax. Fuck me hard. Don’t hold back.”
He did as she ordered. He plunged his cock into me with one hard, powerful stroke, leaving me breathless and gasping as my body sought to quickly accommodate his size. Paxton held himself there, grinding against my crotch, while he unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my bra down, freeing my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, exerting more and more pressure, the roughened pads of his fingers abrading my sensitive nipples. Stars exploded behind my eyes. I was coming. Just like that. I let out a yell, glad the music drowned out my enthusiastic orgasm. Paxton didn’t give me any recovery time. He began to thrust to the rhythm of the bass pounding all around us. He thrust harder and harder.
Then he stopped and held himself there. I whimpered, protesting when he withdrew from me. He flipped me over as if were no heavier than a rag doll and entered me from behind. He pounded into me, holding me steady with his fingers gripping my hips.
I reached under my body and grasped my nipples, pinching them as the pain melded with the pleasure. I was coming again and so was he.
The music stopped momentarily, allowing me to hear voices not far from where we were.
“Someone’s coming,” I hissed, even though I was too far gone to stop now.
“That’d be me,” he said, not understanding what I was saying.
He stroked harder a few more times as the footsteps got closer.
We came together in a burst of extreme pleasure.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed, not giving one shit who heard me.
“Naomi!” Paxton threw back his head and bared his teeth, like a wild beast in the final throes of passion. We ground our bodies against each other, squeezing out every last bit of passion left in us.
“Holy shit.” I heard a low whistle and lifted my head to see two frat boys watching us.
26
Busted
Paxton
I wasn’t aware we had an audience until I came down off my orgasmic high, and Naomi pointed over my shoulder. I glanced back to see two guys, most likely freshmen, standing in the doorway in open-mouthed awe.
“Get the fuck out of here and shut the door behind you,” I growled with a menace I usually reserved for hockey games. The guys scrambled backward, tripping over each other, and pulled the door shut.
“I guess we’re done here,” I muttered. With great reluctance, I pulled out, tossed the condom in a nearby garbage can, and zipped up my pants. Naomi righted her skirt and buttoned her blouse, and I blocked her body with mine in case those guys returned with reinforcements. She slid off the counter, and I took her hand.
We strode past the frat boys milling around down the hallway, and I tipped an imaginary hat to them. Then we ran out the back door and down the block, laughing our asses off. I stopped on the corner, picked her up, and spun her around.
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br /> “That was epic,” she chortled and planted kisses on my face.
“At least they were too mesmerized to get their cameras out.”
“Too bad. I’d have loved a video of our performance to warm those cold nights when you’re not in my bed.”
“What cold nights?” I quipped, but the video idea was a good one.
“I’m sure there’ll be some.”
“Not part of my plan.”
We laughed again.
“Besides, I doubt you want a video surfacing on social media for your dad to see,” I noted.
“Or your coaches or the Sockeyes.”
“Crap, I hadn’t thought about that. Maybe we should be a little more discreet.”
“Maybe.” Her grimace clearly broadcast how little she thought of my suggestion.
“If you want a video, we could make our own.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, just for the two of us.”
“Have I ever told you how much I love the way your nasty mind thinks?”
“You have.” I grinned at her and swatted her ass. “We’ve had enough exhibitionism for one night. Let’s go to my apartment and try a new position.”
“Your apartment? What about Patrick?”
“If he’s there, he’s preoccupied. He won’t be paying attention to us.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Uh-huh. Plus, I can’t take another night in that little dorm bed. I need to spread out some.”
I did know my twin, and I was right. His bedroom door was shut, and the noises coming from inside Patrick’s bedroom indicated my love life would be the last thing on his mind.
I led Naomi to my room and picked up where we left off, minus the spectators. Sometime early morning, I fell asleep with a naked Naomi in my arms, the best way to fall asleep if you asked me.
Sun streamed in the open curtains, warming my naked body. I stretched and smiled to myself. Nothing like a long night of sex to turn a guy’s bones to mush. Naomi stirred beside me. She rolled over and rested her upper body across my chest. Her tousled and half-lidded eyes were a sexy turn-on, as if I needed much encouragement. I absently rubbed one of her hip bones.
“It’s quiet next door,” Naomi said after a while.
“Yeah, he’s probably passed out.”
“Two at once could be tiring.”
I chuckled then sobered quickly. “He’s been drinking a lot lately. I’m worried about him.”
“Patrick’s always been a partier. I haven’t noticed him any better or any worse than usual.”
“I have.”
“You would know.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Someday, you need to have a talk with him.”
“I will. I’m letting him adjust to our new normal first.”
“You’re more patient than I am. I’d confront him. He’s not being fair to you.”
I shrugged. “I don’t think he sees it that way. I think he’s more along the lines of it wasn’t broke, why fix it?”
“But, Pax, it was broken for you.”
I give her a kiss on her cute little nose. “He doesn’t realize that because I never complained, just went along with everything.” I put my arms around her, and she cuddled next to me with her head on my chest. I stroked her hair and breathed in the scent of her, some kind of heady fragrance mingled with the smell of sex. I liked it. A lot.
“I hope we never run into those frat boys on campus.”
“They didn’t see enough of our faces to get a good look at who we were.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“No. I’m trying to make you feel better.”
She swatted at my chest and giggled. How I loved the sound of that. We were quiet for a while, enjoying just being in the moment.
“What are your plans for next year? Have you decided?” She turned so she could see my face. Her nipples tickled my chest hairs, and my dick, not one to be left out, sprang to attention, distracting me from her question.
“Pax?” She nudged me.
“Huh? Oh. I’ll have enough credits to graduate this spring. There’s no reason to stick around after that and play another season. I could have a career-ending injury before I ever get to play for the Sockeyes. I don’t want to take that chance. I’m playing well right now, and I need to give myself the best shot I can.” I hadn’t realized until I’d voiced those words that I’d made my decision, but there it was. I was headed for the pros next fall. “And you?”
“I have one more year after this.”
Silence engulfed us again. Not the contented silence of before but the oppressive silence of uncertainty weighed on us. We’d finally discovered each other, and our time suddenly was too limited.
I shook off a sense of foreboding and flipped her on her back, drawing a screech from her. Pinning her wrists over her head with one hand, I kissed her senseless, then kissed my way down her body. Releasing her hands, I parted her legs and found paradise. I worshipped this woman and every minute inch of her body, but what was between her legs had to be one of my favorite places in all the world.
I slid a finger between her moist folds and pumped, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She writhed underneath me, bucking and squirming as I added another finger, followed by my mouth. I relished the power I had over her body, the way I was able to make her come sometimes just by sucking on her nipples or talking dirty to her. Naomi was a sensuous woman, and I was the lucky beneficiary of her sensuality.
“Oh, fuck, Pax. Fuck. Fuck.” Her hips arched and jerked while I worked my magic once again until she collapsed, limp and sweaty. She lay still, breathing heavily for several minutes. I stroked her bare ass, loving the silky skin sliding against my fingers.
Then she pushed herself to a sitting position, her gaze full of adoration, and I dared hope for more than that.
“My turn.”
I grinned at the wicked gleam in her eye. Nothing was better than a wicked Naomi when I was the recipient of all her dirty wickedness.
She wrapped her fingers around my dick and slid her hand up and down my length. I groaned and tossed my head back and forth on the pillow as she drove me toward my erotic version of paradise. I lived and breathed this woman, day and night, and I especially loved the nights.
She straddled me in the classic sixty-nine position, giving me great views of her hot ass and wet pussy. I stroked her thighs and ran my hand up and down her ass, kissing her thighs and stroking her toward another orgasm. I took it slow, wanted us to come together this time.
She slid her hot tongue up and down my dick while squeezing my balls, and I swore the pleasure was so great I might pass out. When she took my balls in her mouth and used her tongue to caress them, I believe I blacked out for a moment or two.
Her mouth slid back on my dick now. She began to fuck me with her mouth, and I lifted my head to give her as good as she was giving me. When we were like this, touch drove my brain, and need drove my passion.
I was a mouthful, but she managed to deep throat a good portion of my dick. Hot, wet goodness surrounded me, enveloped me, ruined me for anyone else. I began to come. Instead of pulling back, she swallowed. Then with sweet care she cleaned me off with her tongue.
If I died an erotic death right here and now, and I’d die a happy man. This girl had my dick wrapped around her little finger, and I’d never be free of her spell, which was fine, in my opinion.
Lock me in chains to her bed, and I’d never ask for another thing.
27
The Gift
Naomi
After our first date over a week ago, Paxton and I had been inseparable. If he wasn’t in my dorm room, I was at his apartment.
Patrick either made himself scarce or ignored us. My heart ached for the wedge driven between the twins, but my interference wouldn’t be appreciated, and I did my best to stay out of their troubles.
My birthday was Thursday the week before Thanksgiving. Birthdays weren’t a big deal to me, but
Paxton insisted on taking me to dinner. Sensitive to his financial situation, I opted for pizza delivery and a movie at his apartment. Being with Pax was all the gift I needed.
Once the guy delivered the pizza, Pax and I settled on the couch with beers and pizza. He let me pick the movie, even though he groaned that it was a chick flick. We made out, nothing unusual for us, which led to sex. Finally, later that evening, we ventured back to the living room for cold pizza.
“I have something for you. You distracted me so much earlier I forgot to give it to you.”
“Pax, I said no gifts.”
He shrugged, almost embarrassed. “I know, but I had to get you something. It’s your birthday.”
I did love gifts. My dad had a package delivered today by the local jeweler, and I’d been ecstatic. One-carat diamond earrings. I loved them and had probably gushed a bit too much about them to Pax.
“Someday I’ll be able to afford gifts like your dad can but not yet.” He smiled apologetically, but I was hung up on the someday portion of his sentence. That someday was under a year away. Would I be in his life once the school year ended? Or would we go our separate ways and fondly remember this time we spent together?
Such thoughts depressed me, and I forced my attention to the package he placed in my lap.
“Sorry, I’m not much for wrapping.” He gazed at me with such profound caring, like a guy crazy about his girlfriend. And I was his girlfriend, even if we hadn’t spoken the words yet, and I was crazy about him.
“What is this?” I stared at the box in with the Dalager logo on the outside. Dalager Sports Equipment was owned by Kaitlyn’s father, and they made premier hockey equipment, along with other sports. My blood ran cold. Oh, dear God, please don’t let it be…
“Open it.” Paxton bounced slightly on his heels, as excited as a little boy on Christmas morning.
“Is it what it says it is?” My voice was strained and sounded foreign to my ears.
“Open it,” he insisted, grinning at me.
I took an excruciatingly long time pulling up the flaps on the box, removing the lid, and rummaging through the tissue. Everything inside turned cold as I stared at the pink figure skates.
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