by Toni Aleo
As Reese kissed up his jaw, running her tongue along the stubble, he turned on each shower he walked passed, until every shower was going and the room was slowly steaming up. When he pushed her against the wall, she gasped out as he pulled her shorts and panties off, throwing them over his shoulder. She pulled off her bra as he slid his shorts down, his cock springing up against her ass. She giggled as she moved her mouth to his, sweeping her tongue widely with his. His hands went all over her body, molding and kneading her breast, her hips, and then her ass.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he nibbled down her neck before pulling back to look at her. “I’m about to make it where you can’t walk right. Fuck, I want you so bad.”
“I didn’t plan on walking right tomorrow anyway. I thought hockey would work my thighs.”
His cock throbbed at the mention of her thighs. “As much as I love my sport, it could never work you the way I’m about to.”
“Oh I know,” she gasped as he took her breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around her taut peak.
When he felt hot water streaming down his body, he looked up to find that she had directed the two showers onto them. His hands shook, watching the water run down her breast, her stomach, and into her belly button, before getting lost between her things. Dropping to his knees, he buried his face in between her thighs. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, as he slid his tongue into her wet folds and over her tight nub. With his hands holding her open, he feasted on her like a starved man. He loved the taste of her, and he had been thinking of having her in his mouth like this since the last time he was in this same position. He hadn’t always been the one to drop to his needs and devour a woman like this, but with Reese, there was something about her pristine pussy that kept him coming back for more and more.
Moving his middle finger inside her, he started to pump it, curving his finger inside her to make her moan. Phillip knew she was almost there. She was slapping the wall of the shower with one hand, the other was squeezing the hell out of his shoulder, and her legs were quivering. Sucking her clit into his mouth was all it took, and she shattered beneath him.
“Fuck, Phillip!” she screamed as he continued to pump inside her, her sweet walls squeezing his finger. He chuckled against her thigh, licking up to her hipbone before he placed a kiss there. Kissing up her stomach, he dipped his tongue in her belly button, sliding up and stopping to suck on her breast. After making her squirm, he brought his mouth crashing against her.
“You are so good at that,” she whispered against his lips.
“You taste so fucking good,” he replied before lifting her leg. He was about to slid into her when he remembered he didn’t have a condom on. Letting her go, he started out of the shower, groaning out, “Fuck me.”
“I’m trying to,” she said, causing him to laugh. Reaching into his bag, he got one and ran back to the shower. He knew he was getting water everywhere but he didn’t give a shit. He had the most gorgeous woman in the world in a steamy shower waiting for him. Was there anything hotter than that?
Tearing the package open, he slid the condom down his straining cock before taking her back in his arms and kissing her lips. Lifting her leg, he slid into her with one thrust, their moans mingling as he slowly moved back out of her.
“I forgot a condom.”
“Harder,” she muttered as she squeezed him tight inside her.
“God,” he grunted as his fingers bit into her thigh. Lifting her other leg, he thrust up into her, his body slapping against hers. Holding her ass, he moved her up and down his cock as she kissed and nibbled at his neck. The water beating against their bodies added to the sensation and Lord, she looked great in a steamy room. It was every man’s fantasy to have this happen, or at least it was his.
Looking up at him, she smiled as he continued to thrust into her, his legs shaking from trying to hold back his release. He loved the way she looked, and he wasn’t ready for it to end. Her hair was stuck to her face, her lips swollen from kissing him, and with each thrust, her breast came bouncing up towards his face in the most delectable way. He wanted this to go on for hours, but soon it was too much. Squeezing her ass, he thrust into her one last time, coming so hard that he saw stars behind his closed eyes as he groaned out with her.
Leaning her into the wall, his face in her neck, he gasped for breath as she did the same. Her heart was pounding in her chest at the same beat as his. When she started to move her hands up and down his wet back, he let out a long breath, enjoying her soft touch. When her hands came up on his face, bringing it up to meet her gaze, he smiled before she moved her lips over his.
“Why the hell are all the showers on?”
They froze. Phillip opened his eyes to see Reese’s eyes wide as she covered her boobs with her hands. He then looked behind him to see only the shape of someone moving around.
“Who’s there?’ he asked as he put Reese down, covering her body with his own.
“Anderson?” Shea asked.
Shit, not good. Anyone else, this could be laughed off, but Shea? Phillip was screwed.
“Yeah,” he said, trying to make sure Reese was completely covered.
“Why the hell are all these showers on?” he asked.
Reese giggled behind him, her arms coming around his waist. He smiled as he said, “Do you want a lie or the truth?”
“What the hell, Anderson? Stop messing around,” he said as he turned off each shower.
“I just got done having sex with one of the sexiest woman in the world.”
That had Shea pausing before he turned completely around, facing the entrance of the showers.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Not at all.” Phillip laughed as Reese’s hands slid down his body, bringing his cock back to life.
“I swear to God, you owe me laps for this or I can tell Eli, and you can hear it from her.”
“I’ll do the laps.”
He’d basically walk through fire to do what he just did over and over again. As long as it was with Reese.
“Fine, hurry up, some of the guys are coming in for a skate.”
“Will do, Captain.”
When Shea left the shower and Phillip heard the locker room door slam, he turned to take Reese back in his arms. She was grinning, her cheeks rosy as she looked up at him.
“Sorry you have to do laps.”
“No big deal, this was worth it.”
“Oh really?”
He moved his nose along hers, brushing her lips with his. “Hell yeah.”
She bit into her lip as she eyed him. “I have a confession.”
“Hurry up and tell me so I can do you against the wall again.”
Her laughter rang through the shower before she leaned in, her lips millimeters from his as she whispered, “I lied.”
“Lied?” he asked, arching his body into hers.
“Yeah, I think hockey is totally hot, especially when you play.”
He smiled against her lips before he asked, “So you’ll come play with me again?”
She nodded. “Sure will, but next time, maybe we can make it to the ice.”
“Maybe.”
She laughed. “I’m excited.”
Me too, he thought before crashing his lips to her.
SPENDING THE night alone was not what Phillip had in mind.
Claire was staying the night with a friend from dance. Skylar was the girl’s name, and they got along great. Skylar seemed to make Claire happy, too. They giggled a lot, and talked about boys. Even though Phillip didn’t care for the boy talk much, he liked that Claire was smiling. Skylar’s parents were nice, too, and guaranteed that Claire would be taken care of. At first, he was upset she didn’t want to hang with him since he was leaving again in a couple days, but then he decided he was going to convince Reese to hang out with him. Sitting outside of Reese’s studio, like a stalker, he dialed her number but then saw her door opening. He waited as he watched her stand in the doorway, digging her ph
one out of her purse.
When she saw the screen, a bright smile crossed her face and, for some reason, that made him breathless. He had no clue what that meant, but seeing her smile like that because he called did something to him. It caused him to feel something deep inside his chest but, before he could identify what it was, he hung up the phone and admired her gorgeous body. She was wearing tight jeans, rolled up at the bottom, with a long-sleeved green shirt that hung off her in a flowy way. She wore a dark brown scarf that matched her brown boots. Her hair was piled on top of her head, and she looked amazing. Hot. His body started to tingle with awareness as he watched her face fall and her hand drop to the side before she looked up and met his gaze. The disappointment he was sure was there before fell, and a sneaky little grin came over her beautifully glossed-up lips.
“Stalker,” she called out at him as she came down the stairs.
He laughed. “Maybe. Where you off to looking so hot?”
She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest as she reached him. She tried to act like she didn’t like when he complimented her, but he saw the way her cheeks filled with color when he did.
She liked it.
She liked him.
Call him cocky, but he knew she did.
She just didn’t like to.
There was no other explanation on why she only spent time with him. Or at least, he thought she did. He needed to ask because he liked her, and he sure as hell didn’t like the idea of some other man touching her. She ruined any other females for him, and he wanted to do the same for her.
“Hot date?”
She laughed. “My grandmother is hot, but I’m not sure if Bingo could be classified as hot. They do have hot pink dobbers.”
“Bingo?”
“Yup, I go to Bingo with my grandma every Wednesday.”
“Sounds fun. Jump on, I brought you a helmet,” he said, handing her a bright pink helmet, but she didn’t take it.
“No way,” she said with a laugh. “You can’t go.”
“Why not?”
“Because my grandma will think we are together and since that is not true, you can’t go.”
Phillip eyed her. “But if we tell her it’s not true, then there won’t be a problem.”
“She’ll think it and tell everyone otherwise.”
He stood up, hitting the kickstand of his bike and throwing his leg over. She was watching him, a smile playing on her face as he got close, snaking an arm around her waist to bring her closer. It took force, but she came and looked up at him with a look that told him she wasn’t playing around. However, the problem with Phillip was that he didn’t give up.
“So tell them we’re not. That we are only rocking each other’s world.”
Her lips turned up into his favorite sneaky grin, and he smiled back as she asked, “I rock your world?”
Playfully, he nipped at her bottom lip before nodding. “You know you do, and I know I rock your world.”
“I’ll never admit that.”
He decided not to point out that she had already in fact admitted that. Instead, he scoffed and pinned her with a look as he said, “Of course you will. I’ll get you at a moment of weakness.”
“I never have a moment of weakness,” she replied, trying to push him away, but he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Um… yeah, you do. It’s when I have my face buried between your legs, licking you like you are my favorite flavor of ice cream. Which you are.”
He was turning her on, he could see that, but her brows came together in confusion as she asked, “I am what?”
He brought his lips to hers, running his tongue along her bottom lip before whispering against them. “You are the best gosh darn flavor in the world, Reese Allen.”
Her eyes fell shut as he took her mouth with his, moving his lips slowly before running his hand down the middle of her back to squeeze her ass. He then brought her hard against his growing erection, closing the distance between them and receiving a soft moan from her. It had been a couple of days since he had been between her legs, and as much as he wanted to scoop her up and carry her up those stairs and to the nearest soft spot, he wanted to spend time with her too.
Pulling away, he looked into her gorgeous face. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted and swollen from his demanding kisses. Reaching up, he slid the helmet on her head and buckled it before her protests started.
“I know what you are doing, and it isn’t going to work,” she said, reaching for the buckle, but he stopped her.
“No one will say anything. Come on, let’s go have some fun, and later I’ll spend a long time savoring my favorite flavor,” he said, cupping her sex in his hands. He could feel the heat between her legs, and it took everything for him to remove his hand from her.
When she didn’t say no, or yes for that matter, he smacked her ass, causing her to jump. “Come on, let’s go.”
She mumbled something and he smiled as she followed him onto the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist.
God, that feels good, he thought as his eyes drifted shut.
She then said, “You are lucky I like you between my legs.”
“I know I am and I told you, you have weak moments.”
She smacked his shoulder as he laughed.
“Shut up and you better hope no one says anything, or you can kiss getting laid tonight goodbye.”
He chuckled. “No one will say anything and even if they did, all I gotta do is drop to my knees and you are mine.”
She didn’t say anything as the bike rumbled to life. He was about to take off but then her hands slid down his thighs, then back up the inner part, before resting on his straining cock.
“I surely hope you don’t think you are the only one with the power here?”
As she squeezed him through his jeans, his whole body caught on fire as he slowly shook his head.
“Oh no, I know darn well what you do to me, and I have no problem admitting it.”
“Is that right?” she asked, stroking him slowly.
He closed his eyes and let out a long breath before saying, “Yup and you need to stop, before I pull you into my lap and fuck you into oblivion on this bike.”
He squeezed his eyes shut as her hands moved up to the top of his jeans. He sat back a little, allowing her access inside, where she cupped him. He let out a hiss of breath as she slowly moved her cold hands along his hot cock. He was throbbing against her hand, and she let out a soft giggle before whispering, “Promise?”
He could only nod, the sensation of her cold hands against his cock too much to handle. Then she stopped, removing her hands as her laughter ran down his spine. “Good to know, now let’s go.”
Phillip took in a deep breath and decided that this woman was going to kill him. He was becoming a junkie for her touches, her kisses, her anything. He wanted her, completely, all the time, and even though it scared him to think that she could break him at any moment, he couldn’t stop.
Reese should have never brought him.
“Oh Reese, baby, he is gorgeous.”
“So strong.”
“Beautiful eyes.”
“Great ass.”
“Y’all make the cutest couple. My goodness, way hotter than your sisters’ men.”
For fuck’s sake.
Covering her face from the image of her grandmother and her friends touching and examining Phillip while he stood there with a shit-eating grin, she groaned out, “He is not my boyfriend.”
“No?” her grandmother, Madeline, asked.
“No,” they said together.
“We’re friends,” he said. She looked up to find him smiling at her. “I love Bingo. I used to play with my grandmother back home before she passed, and Reese invited me because I made a comment about wanting to play.”
“Oh you sweet thang,” Ms. Selena said as she took a hold of Phillip’s arm, leading him to their table. All the women clucked over him as Reese just shook her head. She knew this w
as going to happen and really didn’t want to bring him because of it, but he was just so damn hot. So sweet and good lord, he could kiss like a dream. Her kitten was still purring in her jeans, begging for a little more action, which she fully intended on getting once they left the bingo hall. It surprised her how much, even though she didn’t want to listen to her grandmother and her friends’ comments, she was glad he was there.
It had been a long couple of days since she had seen him when they got caught by Shea in the Assassins’ showers. God, what a time they had. It was so hot, a sensual overload. Every. Single. Moment. She loved the kisses, his mouth, his hands, his body, the setting, and the hot showers. Everything was perfect, amazing even. They had talked and texted, but it wasn’t the same. Her mind would drift to thoughts about him, pinning her against the hot marble of the shower, and that breathless feeling would overcome her. God, she couldn’t wait till later.
Falling into the seat next to him, she reached for her cards, ignoring the fact that he was staring at her. But ignoring him was short-lived when his hand slid onto her thigh. She looked over, and he smiled. It was the kind of smile that knocked you on your ass. The one that left you completely and utterly destroyed inside. Or at least that was how she felt. She wanted to be mad, she wanted to tell him she told him so about everyone assuming they were together but, instead, she smiled back. Fully. Because she wanted to and because he made her feel so good. Leaning into him, playfully, she reached for her dobber and started the game.
She ignored the knowing looks from onlookers.
Reese had been to Bingo many Wednesdays before this one but, for some reason, this one was the best. Phillip was a nut and had her laughing the whole freaking time. He was slow and would laugh when her grandma or one of her friends would come over and play his cards for him. He made jokes and had everyone laughing in the hall, ignoring the Bingo caller. He talked like he had known these women his whole life and at the same time, always took the time to make her feel that he was there only for her.