Playboy Ever After

by Chance Carter

  He rested for a moment or two while he caught his breath. She patiently waited, gently stroking his back with her fingertips. It was a tender moment and he didn’t want it to end, but he was certain she couldn’t support his weight much longer. He shifted up on his forearms, and was greeted by the sweetest smile. He kissed her forehead and rolled himself off of her.

  “I’ll be back. Don’t move,” he requested cheerfully, making his way to the bathroom.

  When he returned, Nora was sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheets pulled up around her. Her hair was tousled and tangled, wildly framing her flushed face. She looked like a well fucked angel. He sat on the bed beside her and offered her a gentle kiss.

  “Well, that was some greeting,” he teased, taking her hands in his own.

  She chuckled softly, nodding her head in agreement.

  “Would you have preferred a simple hello?” she asked playfully.

  Gage raised his brows, shaking his head slowly.

  “Absolutely not. I liked the apron.”

  “I thought you would... are you hungry?” she asked suddenly, as though she just realized they hadn’t eaten yet.

  “Famished. It smells delicious,” he admitted, reaching down for his clothes. “Shall we get dressed?”

  “Yes. I’m just going to wash up. I’ll meet you out there?” she agreed.

  She stood up, modestly pulling the sheet around her before leaning in to kiss him.

  “Can I do anything to help?” he asked, pulling his boxers up.

  “Just open the wine on the counter. I won’t be long.”

  He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss before she could slip away.

  * * *

  Nora had prepared an amazing meal and Gage helped himself to two large portions, having worked up an incredible appetite. He felt completely satisfied in every way. They made their way into the living room to cuddle on the couch and polish off the bottle of wine. She snuggled under his arm and rested her head on his chest while they listed to some smooth jazz. He affectionately played with her hair, just happy to be near her. She seemed unusually quiet and Gage wondered what was on her mind, or if something was troubling her.

  “You ok?” he asked quietly, kissing the top of her head. She sighed softly and nodded, tightening her embrace as though to reassure him.

  “I’m good. I just have a lot on my mind,” she offered quietly, lacing her fingers into his. “It just feels so good.”

  “What does, my beauty?” Gage asked, bringing her fingers to his lips.

  “Relaxing on the couch, listening to music, just chilling together. It feels nice,” she explained quietly, her voice filled with sincerity.

  He couldn’t agree more. The more time he spent with Nora, the better it was. He hadn’t expected things to unfold the way they had that day, but he was happy they did. Nora surprised him, but in the best way possible. Admittedly, he was a shy guy and not the best at reading signals, so he didn’t mind a bit that she initiated their love making. It was fucking hot! She had this way of coaxing out his playful side, making him feel more self-assured.

  “What’s on your mind?” he asked, curious about her take on the day.

  She was quiet for a long time before she finally spoke.

  “Honestly, I’m just thinking about you and me,” she admitted, sitting up so they could see one another.

  “And?” he pressed, hoping she was on the same page as he was.

  She smiled warmly at him, her eyes glowing in the candlelight, but said nothing. She looked happy.

  “Come here,” he said, leaning in towards her.

  She offered her lips to him and they kissed, tenderly, romantically. He let his hand slowly explore her body, first tracing her cheek bones then moving down the angles of her collar bones to her cleavage. He slowly opened the zipper that held together the front of her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra. She giggled as he nibbled on her neck. He had to admit, it turned him on that she was ticklish, especially when she squirmed and moaned underneath him. It made his cock rock hard.

  “Let’s go to bed,” he said, standing up and lifting her off the couch.

  She blew out the candles and let him lead her into the bedroom, where they made love again.

  Chapter 16

  Nora

  When Nora woke up, Gage was already gone. He had told her he had an early morning practice and then a flight to catch so he probably wouldn’t be there when she woke up. He held her after they had made love the night before, and talked quietly before they fell asleep, with him spooned around her.

  At one point during their conversation she asked him straight up if he would have initiated sex that night if she hadn’t. He said he didn’t think he would have, but that he was happy she did. She asked him what had been holding him back and he admitted that in the past he had jumped into bed with women too quickly and it never seemed to work out. He had been down the same road time and time again and he was still single. When he met her he knew he wanted things to be different, so he wanted to take things slow, allow them time to get to know each other, and build a true connection and maybe more. She liked that answer.

  She hoped that after last night Gage would come out of his shell and be more assertive with her. Their love making was pleasant, satisfying even, but if she was being completely truthful, she needed more. Gage seemed very subdued in the bedroom. Was he holding back? Was there a naughty boy in there somewhere? Did he have a wild side? She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, so that once he loosened up he could be more commanding and self-assured. They shared an honest connection, no question about it, but was there a potential for something more?

  She once heard lyrics to a Tammy Wynette song that seemed appropriate, something like “there’s nothing as hot as a slow burning fire.” She really hoped this would prove true for them, both in the bedroom, and out.

  Dressed for the day, she made her way into the kitchen to brew some coffee. She was pleasantly surprised to find the dirty dishes had been washed and the kitchen cleaned. When he offered to tidy up the night before she had insisted she would do them the next day, not wanting to waste a single second cleaning when they could be snuggling on the couch and drinking wine. He must have gotten up really early and tidied up while she slept. She was suddenly overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness and felt her heart swell with joy. She smiled softly to herself, filling the coffee pot with water. Who does that, she wondered fondly? He was such a great guy.

  So why did she have such mixed emotions?

  Later that morning, taking a break between clients, she checked her email. She was surprised to find a message from Gage.

  Good morning, beautiful. I’m just sitting at the airport waiting for our flight to board. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind. Last night was perfect.

  Nora took a deep breath and let it out slowly, biting her bottom lip. She wondered if he truly felt that way. The email continued.

  I know it has been challenging to see each other because of my fucked up schedule, but the season will be over soon. Things are going to be a lot different for me when that happens, especially if I retire from the NHL. Let’s be honest, this will offer potential for things to evolve for us, maybe even taking our relationship to the next level. From casual dating to maybe something more exclusive? No pressure, Nora. I’m not expecting an answer right now. I’m just throwing it out there to think about. We can talk about it more over the next few weeks. I just wanted to let you know where my head is at. You’re so beautiful, smart, sexy and real. I hope this doesn’t sound trite, but I’m crazy about you. Actually, come to think of it, saying trite might be a little trite. LOL!

  Nora smiled, rereading his words one more time. Gage always wore his heart on his sleeve. She appreciated that he never made her guess what was on his mind, or worse, second guess herself. She pressed the reply button and quickly responded, hoping he would get her email before he had to board.

  I adore trite (especially
when a big, strong hockey player says it). I’m pretty smitten with you too. (Come to think of it, who says smitten?) Thanks for taking care of the dishes this morning. So damn thoughtful. You gave me a lot to ponder and I promise you won’t be far from my thoughts. Let’s talk more next week. Still getting together next Tuesday? We can talk then. Nora xo

  She sent the email off with just enough time to grab a tea before her next patient came in.

  * * *

  As if she wasn’t confused enough, later that night she heard from Leo. He called just as she was crawling into bed.

  “Is it too late to call?” he asked, sounding a bit distracted.

  Nora tucked the covers around her, trying not to drop her phone. It wasn’t like Leo to call. He seemed to prefer texting.

  “No, I’m still awake,” she assured, “just getting into bed. Is everything okay?”

  “Hmmm, you’re in bed? What are you wearing?” he teased, suddenly less distracted.

  Nora giggled, appreciating the flirtation.

  “Nothing but a sheet. It’s just too hot.” she purred, enunciating the last few words. In truth, she was wearing an old Mötley Crüe t-shirt and a pair of white panties.

  “Are you laying down?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

  She liked where this was heading.

  “Yes,” she whispered, adjusting herself back into her pillows.

  “Are you wet?” he growled softly, probably horny as hell.

  “Actually, I am,” she said, playing along, his words exciting her too.

  “I’m in bed too,” he confessed, “and I’m hard as a rock. I wish you were here.”

  “Oh ya, what would you do if I was?” she teased, egging him on, her fingers twirling her necklace.

  She put her phone on speaker and set it on the pillow beside her.

  “Well, I would slip my fingers into your cunt, just to see how wet you are. I love how warm and soft you feel inside, so creamy,” he said, his voice deep and his words deliberate.

  He was on a mission.

  “Spread your legs for me, and slip your fingers inside your pussy,” he commanded.

  Nora bit her lip and slid her hand over her chest and down her stomach, slipping her palm under the elastic of her panties. She kneaded her soft lips for a moment, carefully spreading them open before dipping her fingers inside. She moaned softly, encouraging him to continue.

  “Are they inside?” he asked playfully.

  She could hear the excitement in his voice.

  “Mmmm-hmmm,” she responded, waiting for more orders.

  She liked this game.

  “How does it feel?” he asked breathlessly, “describe it to me.”

  “So good. Sexy. But it feels so much better when you touch me,” she softly murmured, milking herself with her fingers.

  “Pretend it’s me. I’m stroking my cock right now and all I can think about is your mouth on it, sucking me off. You give the best head,” he offered in that deep, smoky tone that turned her on so much.

  She felt herself tremble as a current of pleasure fluttered through her body. Her juices soaked her hand as her pussy responded to her touch.

  “Now rub your clit, ever so gently, pretending it’s my tongue teasing you,” he continued.

  She was already one step ahead of him, but she didn’t tell him that.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned softly, fucking herself with her experienced fingers.

  She could hear his breathing escalating, and her heart began racing in response. She knew he was pleasuring himself too, and that turned her on even more.

  “Tell me what you want me to do. What would make you hot and wet?” he urged, his voice breaking ever so slightly.

  Nora’s fingers, wet with her own honey, glided over her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Could she tell him what she really wanted? Share her fantasies with him? More than anything she wanted to open up to him, but he was so closed off himself. Maybe she needed to be the first one to expose her vulnerable underbelly, and to pave the way for him.

  “Tell me, Nora,” he commanded gently, his voice thick with need.

  “I want you to restrain me, to tie me up so I can’t move,” she began, hesitating then, her nervousness heightening her desire.

  She could hear him take a deep breath.

  “Yes...go on.”

  “Blindfold me. Tease me with your kisses, your tongue, and your fingers. I won’t know what you’re doing or where you will be touching me next. I will be completely at your mercy,” she whispered, her arousal escalating.

  The hot little fantasy fueled her imagination, as she visualized him doing exactly what she desperately wanted.

  “Fuck, yeah. I would love that. I could do anything to you I wanted. You would have to trust me completely. That’s hot,” he agreed, not even trying to mask his enthusiasm.

  “What would you do to me,” she asked, spurring him on, “if I was blind, naked and bound?”

  “I would nibble on your nipples, suck your clit, maybe blow my hot breath all over your body. Whatever I could to torture you,” he said, painting a very hot, sexy picture for her.

  Not only could she see it in her mind, but she could practically feel his phantom touches raising the goosebumps on her flesh.

  “Then I would bite your neck and feel you writhe underneath me. I would gently bite, pinch and spank your ass and thighs until you are dripping wet.”

  “Oh my God,” she purred, one shaky hand pinching her nipple, while the other rubbed her clit, desperately trying to trigger an orgasm.

  Pleasure surged from her core as heat radiated from her center shooting out to every limb, curling her toes. She cried out loudly, releasing the hedonistic pressure building inside her, shuddering with convulsive spasms.

  “Fuck, Nora, cum for me baby. That…is...so...fucking...hot,” he panted, his own pleasure obvious.

  She could hear the unmistakable grunts and groans of a man stroking himself off. Her intensity just started ebbing off as his started to swell. She wanted to bring him closer to the edge.

  “Then, just when I can’t take your torture anymore,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath, “you force open my trembling legs, exposing me for your pleasure. You are so desperate to fuck me you don’t care if I am ready, you just force your cock into my ass. My virgin little hole is like a vice, tight around your thick shaft.”

  “Yes, fucking yes,” he blurted, “I’m cumming, fuck!”

  He exploded hard, his familiar sex noises echoing through the phone. She giggled, completely turned on by his racy spontaneity. She felt wild and free.

  “Wow,” she cooed, picking the phone back up and holding it to her ear, wanting to feel intimately closer to him.

  She heard him take a deep breath, sighing heavily.

  “Nice fantasy,” he teased warmly, as soon as he recovered.

  She could practically hear the smile on his face.

  “You liked that did you?” she replied, pulling the covers over herself.

  He chuckled softly, “I sure did. I wouldn’t mind making that fantasy a reality.”

  “Well, maybe we will. Nothing hotter than trusting one another completely,” she suggested, hoping he would understand that she was alluding to something more, something deeper.

  He mumbled unintelligible words, clearing his throat.

  “Sorry?” she questioned, hoping he would repeat it.

  “Nothing, nothing,” he assured, waving her off. “I actually called to ask you something.”

  “Oh, you mean this call wasn’t just about phone sex?” she teased, brushing off his avoidance.

  “Nah, that was an added bonus,” he chimed back, “I have next weekend off and was thinking about heading out of town for a few days for some R & R. Do you want to come with me?”

  “Relaxation and Romance?” she quipped flirtatiously.

  A weekend away with Leo sounded perfect. A change of scenery, a few days without distractions. It could be exactly wh
at they needed to reach a higher level of intimacy. Maybe Leo was thinking the same thing.

  He chuckled softly at her remark and said, “Ropes and Ravishing?”

  “Hmmm, can’t we have both?” she mused, hoping he had more than just a dirty weekend in mind.

  “For sure. My parents live in Ojai. I like to go there to unwind,” he went on to explain.

  Nora smiled sweetly to herself. Did he want her to meet his parents? Was this his way of telling her he was ready for their relationship to evolve? This could be a good thing for them. Maybe a great thing!

  “I would love to meet your parents, Leo,” she assured, touched by the gesture.

  She expected a completely different response, but was instead, met with silence.

  “Leo?” she questioned gently, before suddenly realizing her mistake. She might have made a huge assumption, she thought.

  Leo cleared his throat uncomfortably before he finally spoke up.

  “Actually, my parents are in New Jersey for a few months, visiting my brother and his wife. We would have their place to ourselves,” he offered, almost apologetically.

  Nora silently chided herself, then quickly shook off her embarrassment.

  “That sounds great,” she offered, maybe a little too enthusiastically, “I’ve never been to Ojai. I’ve heard it’s a cool place. When do you want to head out?”

  “Can you take off a little early on Friday? I was hoping to beat the heavy traffic, maybe head out around two or three?” he asked, softening his tone as though he felt he needed to placate her.

  She knew he meant well, but she hated that she made things awkward in the first place.