by Amber Lynn
“I thought you were shy.”
“And I thought you had specific plans for those condoms.”
Sarah didn’t let him finish his thoughts on her shyness before she came back at him with another squeeze. He’d seen her shyness when she met other people, but apparently it was non-existent when it came to him.
“I do, but I was hoping to make it a little more memorable than me cumming in my pants. The little bits of information you’ve given me about the ex and yours relationship makes it pretty clear I have a lot of live up to.”
The idea that just the thought of being with him had been enough to get her off was an ego booster, but Reid had to do more than that to prove the ease of their relationship so far could carry over into a physical one. He didn’t want there to be disappointment if the spark fizzled because of his lack of experience. Reid shook his head, trying to get the thoughts he considered girlie out of it. Even on the brink of sex with a woman he wanted to be with, he kept reminding himself that he’s not like the ex as far as taking advantage of Sarah.
“Just to be clear, there’s no comparison between the two of you. Sex wasn’t a major issue between us, but he never made me feel the way you do, as lame as that sounds. I don’t want to break up the mood by going into details, but I never felt a connection down in the pit of my stomach like I do with you.”
Reid kept from pointing out that there had to be a pretty strong connection to have a sex marathon after they’d broken up, but Sarah was right about trying not to ruin the mood. Her hand hadn’t left his crotch and sweat was beading on his brow as he tried to keep things under control.
“Okay, let’s table that talk and work on our state of dress and your roaming hands. I’m going to need this back,” Reid said as he reached down again and removed her hand.
The way her bottom lip jutted out was too cute not to lean down and suck into his mouth. After a quick kiss, he dropped his leg closest to the side of the bed down on the floor and stood up. The move away from Sarah didn’t help her pouting.
“If you’re going to be up, maybe you should close the curtains to make sure my pasty white skin in all its glory doesn’t scare you.”
The lights in the room weren’t on, but the morning sun was shining brightly through the windows. As high up as they were, Reid wasn’t worried about people looking in, so he didn’t bother with the idea as he took his keys and wallet out of his pocket and set them on a table next to the bed.
“Little known fact, but I happened to see you naked last night and I’d like to see it all again in the light of the day.”
Reid smiled at the surprised look that quickly turned to embarrassment. He hadn’t been sure whether he’d tell her about her sleeping antics, but it looked like she had an idea of what he’d walked in on.
“I do think I’m going to insist on those hands being tied up for at least a little bit. I have a feeling not only will they wander too much, but they’ll probably try to cover up all the stuff I want to play with.”
Moving back closer to the bed so he could lean over it with one knee on it, he grabbed one of Sarah’s arms and pulled her forward. She playfully fought the repositioning, but a small smile returned to her face. With her upright, Reid reached down and pulled at the bottom of her shirt to lift it up and over her head. He saw a shiver he assumed was from the air around them run up Sarah’s back. With the shirt out of the way, Reid stood back and just appreciated the way her breasts filled out the cups of her black bra.
“I’m fully beginning to understand how it’s possible to have sex fifteen times in two days.” The sense of wonder in Reid’s voice made him think someone else was conveying his thoughts. “I’m pretty sure all I have to do is get a look at your boobs trying to break out of that bra and I’d be ready to spend a week locked up with you.”
They had a few hours before he was needed elsewhere, and he planned on making the most of it. With only three condoms in his wallet, he was going to have to either take things slow or call Nico to see if he could make a delivery.
“I’ve been told they’re my best feature.”
Sarah seemed to be a little more talk when minds were hazy and she was living in the afterglow of the orgasm she said she’d had. Having him off the bed and her clothes starting to disappear allowed the self-consciousness that Reid had witnessed off and on to enter.
“Let’s take a look at them so I can give you my opinion on the matter.”
Reid reached around her back and undid the three clasps of her bra. As fast as he’d moved when he threw her on the bed, he took things painfully slow as he worked her straps down her arms to reveal her pert breasts. He licked his lips as he thought about sucking the rosy nipples into his mouth.
Her hands moved to cover them, but Reid hurried to hold them at bay. He wanted to make sure he was giving her the perception that he was studying to answer whether they were her best feature. He was studying them, but he already knew the answer to the question without having to see them bare.
“I have to say that they are sights to see, but they aren’t your best feature.”
Sarah’s eyes rushed up to meet his with worry filling them. Her pupils had receded some and the green eyes he loved to stare into were back in full force.
“Those are your best feature,” he said as he nodded his head towards her. “I’m sure I’m going to have all sorts of fun playing with your breasts, but the reason we’re here and taking this next step is your eyes. Like I told you before, they tell me everything I need to know, and right now, they’re telling me it’s time to tie you up.”
Reid stood back up and grabbed his shirt from the floor. He’d considered using his belt, but was worried it’d rub her wrists wrong. She stared up at him with her bright beautiful eyes full of confusion. Reid tied one sleeve of his shirt around one of her wrists and then pushed her back on the bed and manipulated her hands so he could feed the shirt around a spindle and tie the other end around the other wrist.
Sarah didn’t fight or voice concern over how tight he was tying things. He was worried about her lack of commenting, so when her hands were secure, he sat down on the bed next to her.
“I didn’t tie it too tight, did I?”
Her head immediately shook from side to side and a small smile appeared on what had been an almost blank face. She seemed deep in thought, and where her thoughts could lead worried Reid.
“No,” Sarah said as she moved her hands around, sort of sawing the shirt back and forth. “It’s perfect. Are you ever going to show me what you have hiding behind those pants?”
The fire and mischief was back in her eyes after a subtle head shake. Reid hesitated for a second before jumping back into things, but seeing the mood hadn’t totally been broken, he was quick to capitalize on it.
He jumped on the bed and hurried to undo Sarah’s pants and pull them down her legs. She had made a joke about her pale skin, but all Reid saw was creamy legs he wanted wrapped around his body. Once he was able to see her small pile of red curls on her mound, he stripped out of his own pants and stood off to the side of the bed so they could stare at each other’s bodies.
He could only take so much of the full effect of her eyes staring at his erection before he fumbled with his wallet to grab a rubber and roll it down his dick. It’d been a while for him, and he didn’t remember the sensitivity he felt as the latex formed a glove around him.
“Just in case no one has ever told you, you are huge.”
Sarah’s eyes didn’t leave his penis as he performed his task. Her comment made him wonder whether she was worried about the size, but her eyes told him she was ready to take him on.
“Well, let’s see how we fit together.”
Climbing back in the bed, he settled so his penis was positioned on top of her mound and leaned down to kiss her lips. There were plenty of things he wanted to do to her, but they were both ready to move on from the foreplay and get to the action. Using one hand to line himself up, he pushed inside of Sarah, captur
ing a scream from her in his mouth as he did.
Her walls squeezed against him and convulsed from his intrusion, causing swear words to echo around in his head. He didn’t dare move because one extra bit of friction was all it would take for him to spill everything his testicles had in them.
Reid’s eyes were closed from the close-quarters kissing, but he lifted his head to look down and make sure Sarah was alright. Her eyes were already open, looking almost blankly at the ceiling, and her head was rolled back so her chin stuck out. She seemed to be frozen in a state of bliss, at least that was the emotion Reid was hoping for.
“God damn, it’s you. I wondered why in the world Aaron was suddenly able to make me get off easier, but I was thinking about you the entire time. I had to be. I kept seeing your freaking eyes instead of his. Holy fucking god, the real thing is even better than what I imagined. Please pull out and push back in."
The words were obviously something that needed addressed, if Reid had even heard them right as they rolled out of her mouth all combined into a single word. Reid didn’t waste any time following through with the request. Her walls had calmed down a little and he thought if he kept a mildly slow pace, he’d be able to make things last.
Sarah screamed again as he completed the action. Reid worried he was hurting her, but her pelvis met his and then pulled back to slide him out of her just a little and then pushed him back in again. Clearly, her hands weren’t the only thing he had to worry about as far as her driving the speed of things. Throwing caution to the wind, Reid started a quick pace of pulling out and pushing as hard as he could into her. There was something about trying to get as far up into her vagina that drove him on. The piston work on his end lasted longer than he expected at the pace of the friction, but not long enough.
Sarah let out a wail that was wholly different than the rest of the screams and clamped down on him like a vice. The resulting tremors convulsing her entire body were too much for him. He pushed in as far as he could and felt the first spurt of cum into the condom. He groaned along with the spurts as he thrust with each one of them, visualizing in his head that he was filling Sarah full of semen. After the first handful of squirts, he was pretty sure they were never going to stop, nor did he want them to.
Chapter Thirteen
Sarah didn’t understand how the women and kids around her could sit and idly carry on conversations while their husbands, boyfriends and fathers were out on the ice, skating around with small blades on their feet. Those blades by the way were sharp and it was easy to imagine them cutting into skin. Sarah knew there was some protection under the players’ jerseys, but she didn’t think it was enough.
She glanced over to see if anyone else was on the edge of the seat like she was, but most of the adults in the suite weren’t even watching the game. There was an even mix of people talking and staring at their phones, totally distracted from what was going on down on the ice. The notion of not watching every move happening on the ice was crazy in Sarah’s mind.
Looking back, she saw Reid climb over the boards and skate into the play. Sarah could still feel the heat he caused from his surprise attention as soon as they got to the hotel room radiating through her body. She’d been hoping the vacation would lead to clothes being thrown everywhere, but she hadn’t realized what it would do to her body.
After their minds had cleared a little and Reid untied her hands, they’d rolled so she laid on top of him. Her ear listened to his chest to hear his heart beat and his lungs take in air. It was so calm and peaceful that Sarah had wanted to stay there forever. She was so completely satisfied that with her hands free she didn’t bother egging Reid into a round two.
They just talked about everything they could think of. Sarah explained what she’d been blabbering about as far as him being the reason for her sex-athon. With Reid’s eyes burning into her, she’d realized those were the eyes she was thinking about after their speed date. It didn’t make her feel any less slutty, actually it made things worse in that department, but it did give her insight into why the something missing with Aaron was suddenly there. It wasn’t something Aaron made her feel, it was the warmness that she felt around Reid.
He’d looked skeptical after what was a somewhat embarrassing and long explanation, but she didn’t care. Her only worry was trying to figure out a way to make sure she didn’t scare him off. That task was easier said than done when she felt the need to share all her past mistakes to warn Reid of where to keep her in line.
Trying to focus on the game and not let her mind wander, she held her breath as she saw Reid’s number twelve skating towards the opposite end of the ice. He drove the net, but had someone from the opposing team breathing down his neck. He tried to confuse the goaltender by moving the puck to the left and right quickly, but the goalie tracked the puck and made the save.
Reid’s momentum kept him skating by the net and behind it, where the guy who was breathing down his neck powered him into the boards. Reid remained upright, but he came away from the play holding his arm funny.
Sarah found herself on her feet as she watched him labor over to the bench. They hadn’t gone over all the possible injuries that could happen in a game, but Sarah had been making a list, including things like getting fingers cut off thanks to those deadly knives strapped on their feet. The other game she’d watched hadn’t seemed quite as dangerous, and she wasn’t sure if that was the difference in the teams they were playing against or what.
“It’s probably just a bruise. A little ice after the game and he’ll be fine.”
The woman’s voice scared Sarah as her eyes stayed trained on Reid as he hopped over the boards. She tried to focus on his face, but she was too far away to get a good look. When he took his spot on the bench, Sarah allowed her gaze to turn to the woman sitting in front of her.
Said woman had scooted up in her chair and was staring back at Sarah. There was a tentative smile on her face that reached her brown eyes. Sarah noticed she had a baby curled up in her arms fast asleep, which could have been why even though Sarah had no problem hearing her, her voice had seemed quiet.
“Are you sure? A hit like that could dislocate his shoulder, couldn’t it?”
Sarah wasn’t sure how much pain would be involved with that injury, but the way his arm had hung a little limp made her think something was dislocated. The way worry seemed to eat at her, she wasn’t ruling out that he totally broke his whole arm.
“Anything is possibly depending on how they hit and how much give there is in the glass, but he’s staying on the bench, so I doubt it’s too serious. I’m Kellie, by the way. I’d offer to shake hands, but Henry here just fell asleep and I’d prefer to let him sleep for a little bit.”
A half-hearted smile appeared on Sarah’s face. She was still worried about Reid, so she couldn’t muster her usual smile. All she could see of Henry was a light blue cap on his head and what looked like a red, white and blue team onesie.
“Don’t worry about it. Which guy out there is yours?”
Sarah assumed she was a player’s wife or girlfriend, but she could have been a sister or something who had showed up for a family reunion. Kellie looked towards the ice quickly, seemingly searching for someone as her head moved and followed the play.
“There he is,” she said as she nodded her head towards the ice. “Number six on defense is my husband.”
Since she’d been working on memorizing names and numbers, Sarah knew number six was Brendan Elliot. Reid had explained some of the basics as far as there were forwards, like Reid, defensemen and the goalie out on the ice. He’d tried to tell her about centers and wings, but there were some things she needed to see rather than have explained.
“The roster I looked at earlier said he leads the team in assists.”
Kellie’s smile grew at the acknowledgement. After observing the others around her for the first two periods, Sarah would’ve been surprised if any of them knew the stats for the guys on the ice.
“That’s
right. Between being someone who passes a lot and his shots towards the net getting tipped in, he’s pretty good at getting assists. If your butt isn’t perfectly molded to that seat already, why don’t you come down and sit next to me? I think we’re both the new girls, and so far I haven’t made any friends among the group.”
Sarah was confused. She didn’t know how old the baby was, but she assumed Kellie and Brendan had been together a while if they were married and had a kid. For how much she knew about injuries, Sarah thought she came to all the games.
The idea of moving a row closer to the action was hard to pass up, so Sarah grabbed the bottle of water she’d picked up when she got to the suite and not so graciously climbed over the chair in front of her to sit next to Kellie, careful not to jar the seats too much in order to keep the baby sleeping.
“How long have you been coming to games?”
Sarah settled into her new seat and put her drink on a small ledge in front of them. She was momentarily distracted as Reid got on the ice. He seemed to skate okay and even used the arm she’d decided was shattered into a million pieces to push someone off the puck.
“See, I told you he’d be fine. The more games you come to, the more you get used to the various levels of injuries and how concerned you should be. I come to as many games as I can, but Brendan just signed with the team two weeks ago, so it’s my fifth game with these guys. Before the trade, he played in Chicago.”
“He was traded?”
Sarah figured she understood the concept, but it only gave her something else to worry about. If Reid was traded to another team, he could just pack up one day and be gone.
“Yeah, it happens sometimes. He actually sought out the trade because he’s getting older and has always wanted to play with the Aces.”
The response sprung to life even more questions Sarah started running through. It sounded like thirty-three, which was Brendan’s age on the roster Sarah had, was old, and that didn’t make a lot of sense. Sarah knew some people who would love to retire around that age, but they still had at least thirty years of working left.