by Jessa James
Her pupils dilated and her hand slowly moved down to do as I’d told her, splaying the lips apart and showing me the pink flesh of her pussy.
I wanted nothing more than to slam into her, bury my throbbing prick in her and take her hard, but this was going to be special—a slow, mind-blowing fuck. I was going to shut the whole world out until it was just the two of us. Watching my cock move between her slender fingers and into that sweet, wet pussy made my heart pound. The enveloping warmth caressed me and she arched her back as I took her in one, sweet, slow thrust that didn’t stop until my body pressed against that upturned thigh. Her mouth was open as I reversed the process, withdrawing slowly. My cock urged me to thrust with purpose, for a quick climax, but I wanted to make it last as long as I could.
She squirmed magnificently as I continued slow fucking her.
“Fuck me hard,” she said, but I kept on grinding my hips on her excruciatingly slow. In this position I could watch my cock possess her, fill that lovely pussy. I could feel her muscles as she tried to work them, to excite me enough that I’d lose control. After a time I heard the sound of her breathing growing ragged and I knew she was close to coming. That would be perfect, feeling her riding her orgasm.
She gasped, closed her eyes and shuddered, once again arching her back. This was better than I’d imagined it could be. Her face was contorted with the pleasure and she bucked her hips, wanting more of my cock inside her. My hand drifted down to her pussy and rubbed over her clit and she moaned. When her eyes fluttered open I pulled out of her, shifting to move between those legs, lifting them, holding the back by resting them on my chest and moving my body over hers. I got my cock back between her pussy lips and impaled her with it, driving it balls deep. I began fucking her in a frenzy. Her nails dug into my arms and she was moaning “yes,” over and over as I thrust as hard as I could. Her tits bounced up and down with the movement.
Soon, too soon, I exploded, shooting my cum inside her.
When I rolled off her, she wiped my sweaty face with her hand, then kissed me. I lay there, exhausted and sated for the moment.
We lay together in a heap of collapsed passion, my body feeling like jelly from the two orgasms. She rubbed my back, her fingertips grazing over my skin. It sent a surge of chill bumps all over me. I loved our bodies intertwined. After a time, my eyelids became so heavy that I gave into a welcomed sleep. I woke feeling sweat drying on my body and cum drying on my thigh. Chloe slept on her side and I watched her in the shadowy room. There was enough light that I could make out her outline and feel the heat of her body. It was almost as if I needed to fuck her again just so I could believe that it was real, that we had done it before and it wasn’t a dream.
Her breathing was almost imperceptible but touching her, setting my hand on the delicious mound of her breast made her gasp. Her hand moved toward me, touched my cock and then her fingers ensnared it. “It’s so soft and growing stiff,” she whispered. It sounded so erotic in that dark, in my bed. She stroked it gently. When it was erect, she reached to the nightstand for a condom and put it on me. I trembled at her delicate touch, the way it felt as she rolled it on. Then she bent her face down to kiss it before stretching out again.
“Please fuck me again,” she said. I couldn’t see her face in the dark but I could feel her longing.
Her voice was soft and hushed. She had said exactly the words I’d been wanting to hear, but what she communicated was somehow different. She was begging for it, begging for me to fuck her, but there was no surrender in her voice.
And now I didn’t need her to surrender. I only needed her to keep wanting more, keep wanting me.
I ran my hand down from her breast, over the soft curve of her belly. She took my wrist and moved my hand to her pussy. My fingers played in the moist warmth, then I rolled her onto her side, facing away from me. I moved up close and she lifted her leg to let my throbbing cock slide over her swollen lips from behind. I tucked her foot behind my leg. My lips tasted the back of her neck and my hand caressed a breast.
“Put it in,” I said, then held my breath as her fingertips touched the head of my cock and pressed it up between her nether lips. I pulled my hips back slightly and when I felt the warmth of her tender flesh, I pushed them forward again, savoring the sigh that escaped her lips as my cock entered her.
We rocked together and the muscles inside her worked their magic on me. I slid my hand down to touch her pussy, to rub it as I thrust into her and was rewarded by her breathing growing ragged. I wasn’t sure how long I could last with us taking each other to the edge this way.
“Come for me,” she whispered. “I want you to come.”
Her words took me that final distance and I cried out as I spent, shooting my semen into the condom inside her.
I might have fallen asleep after that, everything was hazy. I’d gotten what I thought I wanted. I was satisfied sexually but now the goals had changed. I just wanted her, and I didn’t even care what else happened.
That kind of thinking was dangerous. But lying next to her in bed, everything else faded to black in the back of my mind, the playoffs, the sponsorship deals, the fans, the parties…all of it. There was only Chloe, her soft skin pressed to mine, the way she smelled, the soft sounds she made as she snuggled closer—like I wasn’t an undeserving asshole. For the first time in years, the buzzing in my chest, the echoing emptiness that drove me, was full. Of her.
“You’re going to ruin me,” I whispered against ear.
She murmured something and pulled my arm more tightly to her chest, like I was her personal blanket. I knew she was asleep and that somehow made the unconscious act all the more endearing. I’d have to tell her the truth soon. I needed her to know that I was tired of playing this game, that long after the contracts were signed I wanted to keep that ring on her finger. We would set a date and get married for real. That was what I wanted—her, my Chloe.
I slept for a time and then woke to her kissing my cheek. She was dressed. “I’m leaving now. You need to get ready for the game. I’ll see you afterward. Kick ass out there, bad boy.”
I wanted to tell her to stay, to get back in my bed, that I wasn’t ready to part with her yet, but she was back on the script—it was as if we hadn’t fucked our brains out in a wonderful passionate night.
Later I’d explain it all to her, tell her how much she meant to me. I’d explain how things would be different from now on.
But for now, she was right. I had to sleep. I had to be ready for the game. I needed to get my shit together and kick some ass.
Chapter Fifteen
Chloe
It had been a mistake, a huge, probably colossal mistake to have sex with Blake Collins. Let alone have sex with him three fucking times. When I’d left, he gave me a smile. It was a satisfied, pleased with himself smile that made me think that I’d screwed up and now he’d won or something. I shook my head and looked to the ceiling in frustration.
I’d let him have me and that was what he’d been after from the beginning. That was why he’d asked me to play the fiancée. He’d intended to get me into bed, to show me that I couldn’t resist him. I was a fucking idiot for falling for his tricks. I was not a fan of self-loathing, but I sure was going to mentally kick my own ass after this.
That he’d been right from the very beginning made it hurt more. Now that I’d done what he wanted, let him have me, and worse, let him see how much I’d wanted it, it was over. He might play along publicly, but privately he’d be wanting me to acknowledge that the bad boy could get any woman he wanted, including me.
And I couldn’t avoid him. Now I had to be more on in front of the cameras than ever, even though I wanted to crawl into a hole and give up instead. Game two of the playoffs was coming up and I had a part to play—the loyal fiancée cheering her hero to victory.
I went home and got out my laptop to do some work, focusing on trivial things that would take my mind off the fact that sex with Blake had been incredible. I had undenia
bly enjoyed every second of it. I’d never come so powerfully—I’d never come twice with a man in one night. My mind kept going back to those memories. My brain would flash back to his naked body on top of me, sweaty and hard. And it was more than simple sex. Being with him made me feel better than I’d ever felt, I had sexual confidence I never knew existed. Knowing he’d wanted me had been a thrill. I turned on the hockey star, the sexy bad boy and I was proud of that fact. Now he’d had his way with me. I was trapped by my own desire because I wanted him to use my body as his sex toy. If I let him fuck me again, he’d think he owned me; if I didn’t, he could laugh because he’d already gotten what he wanted and that thought made me cringe.
When the phone rang, I was happy for the distraction. It was Ralph Dodge.
“Your plan is working,” he said. “Of course, he’s got to get his game back on track, but the endorsements are pretty much in place if we renew his contract.”
I sighed with relief. “Wonderful. How is that part going?”
“I talked with Tom and he’s happy about the image. If Blake brings his game back up to snuff today we can be sure he’ll renew. The better he plays, the better the offer Tom will make. As long as the game goes well today, he wants to renew it right away. In that case we can call off the PR game early.”
I knew that would be a relief for Ralph. Getting those contracts was the point of the exercise, after all. I knew I should be happy…delighted even. My plan was working, everything as I’d intended. I’d kept Blake in line and the offers would soon be on the table. He could sign the contracts, then we’d split up. “That’s great, Ralph. Let me tell Blake—after the game.”
“Good idea,” he said.
The idea made my stomach tighten painfully. I didn’t want it to be over. I wanted…I wanted Blake to love me. It was ending before it even got started it seemed, and I detested the thought of saying goodbye to him.
I wanted this bad boy to love me. What kind of a fool would hope that a playboy like that would settle for one woman? He never had shown interest before in settling down, so what made me any different? Nothing, I was certain of it. I wasn’t interested in sharing him with other women. I was greedy, hungry and starving for him. I wanted him. He’d fucked me, but I wouldn’t settle for that. It wasn’t enough. I needed a deeper, more profound relationship with him. I wanted to be his best friend. I wanted to go to the movies or to restaurants together when it wasn’t an act and we could joke and laugh and go home to make love freely at the end of the night.
I’d have to do something dramatic when this was over. I’d have to make some kind of change, but I had no idea what. I needed some sort of distractive hobby to help me forget.
Blake Collins had gotten inside me both physically and mentally and I’d need time to sort out what I wanted life to be like after him. The void would be huge but I knew time would close and heal it. Frank wouldn’t dare object to me taking a month off after a major coup like this, so at least I had that to look forward to. I could go somewhere nice…one of those resorts that took care of everything and you concentrated on your tan while hot bartenders served up margaritas. I might even meet some guy who wasn’t a jock, who wasn’t deliberate trouble and let him sweep me off my feet, take me to bed and…
The trouble was, I didn’t want any of that. I didn’t want the time with Blake to end. I didn’t want to rebound with a sexy bartender on a white sandy beach. Looking at the engagement ring on my finger made my stomach knot up again. As if to mirror my feelings, the ring dazzled and sparkled as bright as I’d ever seen it, with amazing color hues. What I wanted was for the engagement to be real, and to keep the ring on my finger forever. I wanted it to be meaningful and I wanted Blake to look at me and see me with the same pair of eyes as I now viewed him.
Don’t be an idiot! I shook my head again trying to skip back to reality. Blake Collins didn’t want someone like me except for a night in his bed, using me for his pleasure. I told myself this while I looked at my reflection, sad eyes in the mirror. The only problem was, I didn’t want to believe a word of it.
Chapter Sixteen
Blake
It was a glorious day and I felt on top of the world. From the moment I walked out of the house to get in the cab, I knew things had changed. And the instant I hit the ice I knew that I was going to own the game. I had no idea how I knew that before they even dropped the puck, but I did. It was like everything was right…all the stars lined up exactly right, or some shit. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. It was time to cue all those clichés when it came to feeling good.
I had the burn that day and was ready to go into beast mode. Winnipeg sensed it and it threw them off their game. Fear was in their eyes as I barreled towards them shaving ice along the way. I felt like I was playing a team from the minors—I could read their body language and when I couldn’t I damn well made them read mine, checking guys into the boards so that they thought twice about messing with me. I allowed my love of the game to take control of my mind and body.
It was a slaughter and tied the playoffs up. I knew I could keep going too. And I knew why. Her name was Chloe, and she was the new fuel to my fire.
I’d been angry, upset that she left in the morning the way she had. I’d wanted to spend the day in bed with her, getting up for breakfast and then right back to burying myself in her. I’d wanted to be wrapped up in her. I’d felt like a spoiled child who wasn’t getting their way when she left and I didn’t want her to, but I knew I had to snap right out of that shit.
She was right and I knew it. There was a game to play, and my focus had to be on that. It was the playoffs and Chloe had told me to kick ass, so that’s what I was going to do. I always wanted to kick ass, but today I felt like I had the world with me and I was going to push the envelope.
Chloe was standing outside the locker room, in the security area, looking nervous.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“It’s over,” she said, her eyes soft and sad on the inside, but the tough shell exterior was trying to hold on.
“What do you mean?” I gave her a half hug in greeting.
“You played the best game of your life. Tom is sending a contract offer to Ralph tomorrow. The endorsements are pretty much a slap shot away too.” She twisted the ring on her finger. “So, the game, the one we’ve been playing is almost over. A few days and I can give this back. You’ve gotten everything you wanted. Congratulations.” She said the last part flatly and it sent a dagger through my heart.
“Oh, sure,” I said curtly. I looked at her face and began to understand. “You think last night was just about getting you, having sex with you?” I leaned in until our faces were only an inch or two apart. I could feel her breath.
“What else?” She shrugged nonchalantly.
I sighed. “I do want that ring back.”
“Of course. As soon as things are signed. Then we can announce the wedding is off.”
“No.”
She started. “Of course. You’ll want to go back to your life.”
“You can’t ever wind things back to some previous time, Chloe. Your plan, this game we played changed too many things.” I gave her a deep and profound stare.
“I don’t understand.” She looked at me in confusion. I couldn’t believe she still didn’t understand what I was trying to say to her.
“With what’s happened, I see life differently now that you’ve entered it. I didn’t play better just because I felt good. Today I feel different about life on a new level. It didn’t just happen this morning of course, but it took me a while to see what was going on.”
“And what was that?” She crossed her arms. She was being stubborn but I was determined to get through to her.
“That I was falling in love with you. I learned that my desire for you, to be with you, is insatiable.” I pushed a strand of hair off her face affectionately.
“But…” She tried to protest once more, so I pressed on.
“
I do want that ring back, but only because it’s part of this crappy charade we played. I want to get rid of it.” I reached in my pocket and held out a box. “I got this out of my safe this morning. It isn’t stylish, like that one, but it was my grandmother’s.” I held it out to her.
She opened the box and her mouth opened, her eyes flashed in wonderment. “It’s gorgeous.”
“We can return the other one, or sell it.”
She blinked. “You want me to have this ring?”
“Well, what I want is for you to agree to marry me. For real.” At that statement I got down on one bended knee, for a true proposal to the woman I now loved unconditionally.
She stood stock still, staring at me. I wondered if my heart had stopped or if it was just that the world had frozen solid.
Chapter Seventeen
Chloe
I was certain I had to look like a complete fool, standing there staring at Blake the way I was. I gaped at the ring in amazement, unsure how to react. All I could do was stare at the ring, words caught in my throat. I couldn’t look him in the eye because I knew I would cry.
“I want you to marry me,” he said again. He was trying to convince me of something I knew I already felt deep down. His grin had an amazing boyish quality about it, excited and hopeful.
“I have to think,” I said and shook my head, and his grin faded, collapsed and vanished. But it was true. I could barely breathe, much less think. I couldn’t say yes on a whim like this, no matter what my heart was trying to sing to me.
“Sure,” he said. He took the tiny black box with the ring in it and shoved it in his pocket. I saw the hurt in his eyes. He expected me to immediately explode with joyous enthusiasm, but so much about him overwhelmed me that even though he was asking the question I hadn’t dared hope he would ask, even though I knew it was exactly what I wanted, I needed a clear head―to be certain. I needed time to really know if he was serious about this.