PUCK (A BAD BOY HOCKEY ROMANCE)

by Marx, Jessica

  The sensation of his body on top of mine is enough to bring me to the edge again. Jayson looks into my eyes and softly brushes my hair off my face, communicating so much without saying a word.

  I place my hands on his cheeks and begin to kiss him again. He kisses me back softly and tenderly but full of passion. I open my legs wider, inviting him in as we continue to kiss. I need him in me now, but he is torturing me, making me wait. I wrap my legs around him again, pulling him closer to me, silently begging him to enter me.

  He leans back over and holds my hands, firmly placing them on either side of my head and intertwining his fingers with mine. He teases me some more as we kiss, running the length of his shaft back and forth over my dampness.

  Then in one fluid motion, Jayson buries his perfect cock inside me. I am so wet and ready for him that he effortlessly penetrates my depths. I gasp as he does, pressing my hips back into him. His cock is so hard and fits snugly inside me. He is filling me completely.

  Slowly, he draws his mass almost fully out, leaving only the tip inside. One stroke in and I am ready to explode. I’m squeezing his hands, my head tipped back and eyes closed in ecstasy. He continues the steady rhythm of our dance, pulsing inside me, in and out, over and over again.

  I feel Jayson’s breath against my ear as he whispers, “Now I’m going to fuck you, Ashley.”

  He lets go of my hands and with one of his, pulls my hair back against the bed. He is holding my hair with one hand and more aggressively handling my breasts with the other, pinching my nipple and making me arch my back, forcing his cock deeper inside of me. He is thrusting harder now and deeper, using long strokes and smiling down at me, delighting in how he is making me twist and squirm and listening to the moans I can no longer hold back.

  “Come for me, Ashley,” Jayson says, leaning over my face so he is looking into my eyes again. He takes his hand from my breast, runs it down my belly, and presses his thumb against my clit to rub it. I am gripping his perfect muscular ass in my hands, feeling it clench with each stroke and digging my nails in uncontrollably.

  “Yes, Jayson, yes!” I cry, releasing myself. I quiver as my wetness flows down his shaft, still pumping in and out of me, my back in a full arch off the mattress.

  “That’s it, baby,” Jayson murmurs, slowing his pace and lengthening his strokes. He maintains the rhythm of his thumb, circling and pressing, holding me in a state of pure euphoria. “Now I want to come with you.”

  I still have my hands wrapped around his backside, pulling him into me. He releases my hair from his grip, grabs my arms again, and pins them above my head, kissing me again, harder. He changes his pace again, plunging deep inside me and pulling back, creating a new rhythm. Our bodies are moving as one now.

  I begin to shiver and tighten around him, inside and out. Jayson shudders as we begin to climax together, moving faster, trying to hold onto every last sensation.

  “Oh, fuck. Ashley!” he moans as we explode in unison. Our bodies meld together, holding each other tight. My face is nestled in the nape of his neck as his juices flow with mine.

  Jayson slows and steadies his thrusting until he stops, remaining inside me, relishing in the sensation of our shared climax. We are closer now than I could have hoped for. Physically, it was incredible, but it was so much more than that. The emotion behind it all was more intense than anything I have ever experienced.

  My body goes limp and he collapses on top of me. A giggle escapes my mouth.

  “What? Was that funny?” Jayson asks, smiling at me.

  “What? No! Just… Oh, my God.” I giggle again. I’ve never been with anyone who can hold a candle to what Jayson and I just experienced together.

  Jayson carefully lifts himself and rolls over, wearing a satisfied smile. He lays on his side, leaning on elbow.

  “I don’t know what it is about you, Ashley, but I think you’re going to be stuck with me for a long time,” he says, gently brushing my hair out of my face again with his other hand.

  “I think I can handle that,” I reply, “but for now, how about you stay here with me tonight?”

  “I would love to,” he answers, pulling my body into his.

  We lie for a long while in silence, savoring the connection we created and the feeling of our bodies pressed together. His body fits perfectly around mine, like we were meant to be like this, interlocking parts that were always destined to fit together. Eventually we fall asleep, still holding each other, still smiling.

  * * *

  _______

  * * *

  I awake early the next morning. We both have to work today, but I’m not scheduled until early afternoon for lunch. I notice Jayson isn’t next to me but I hear the shower running and assume he’s getting himself ready.

  I get out of bed and throw on my robe, tying it closed as I walk to the kitchen to put on coffee. I’m still in a euphoric state from the night before, and still wearing a smile as I pull out a couple of mugs from the cabinet. I take the milk out of the fridge and as I turn to the coffee pot I see Jayson standing in the doorway, watching me in his towel.

  His body is damp and his muscular form is glistening in the morning light. I am immediately taken back to last night and arousal sweeps over me. I know he has to leave soon and I don’t want to seem too eager, so I just look and let the feeling pass.

  He flashes me a wicked little grin. “Good morning, Ashley.”

  “Morning. I made some coffee,” I reply.

  “I would. I like it light, no sugar, if you don’t mind. Try and remember. I have a feeling this is only the first of many mornings we will be having together.”

  I shake my head at him, hiding a smile of my own. “Oh? What makes you so sure?”

  “I’m a smart man, as you know,” he says, stepping closer to me and wrapping me in his arms from behind, “and I know you felt what I felt last night.”

  “I think I’m feeling it again,” I chuckle, noting his growing erection pressing lightly into my backside. He growls softly against my nape and I shiver all the way down to my toes.

  “I think you know what I really mean, Ashley. This feeling,” he says, bumping into me softly, “you will have to wait for. But I promise, it will be worth it.” Then Jayson takes his mug from the counter and goes to sit at the breakfast bar. I can sense a smirk on his face without being able to see it. I take my coffee and sit next to him.

  “I did feel it, Jayson,” I confess. “I’m still afraid, but I know there is something special about you—or us.” We look up at each other and I shyly smile.

  “I know you’re worried. You made that very clear,” he says, looking right into my eyes. “But I promise you, I will not hurt you.” And I believe him. Even if it is naïve of me, I just do.

  We finish our coffee and Jayson goes back to my room and gets dressed. He only has the clothes he wore the night before, but he seems okay with that. I get up to say goodbye when he steps back out, looking as handsome as ever.

  “Well, thank you for an incredible evening Ms. Porter,” he says, taking my hand in his and kissing it.

  “No, thank you, Mr. Elliott. I had an amazing time.”

  Jayson puts his hands around my waist and pulls me closer, kissing me. He pulls away slowly and takes me in.

  “See you later, beautiful.” He smiles.

  I smile back. “Have a great day.”

  He opens the door and turns to look at me one more time before heading down the hall to the elevator.

  “I can’t wait to see you again,” he adds. And then Jayson is gone.

  * * *

  ______

  * * *

  I am wandering around my apartment in a state of pure bliss. There is a happiness inside of me that I haven’t felt in a long time—not even with Michael. I still have a few hours before work, so I decide to clean up a little and take my time this morning.

  I head into the bedroom and smile as I look at the bed. I wish Jayson didn’t have to leave so early this morning so we c
ould make love all over again.

  I step over to the side and start to pull the sheet and blanket to make the bed as I do every morning. A jolt of electricity shoots through my body as I remember last night: Jayson’s body on top of mine, looking into each other’s eyes as we climaxed together.

  I get into bed and lay down, pulling the covers to my face to try and get a sense of him. It’s silly, but even the scent of his cologne on my sheets makes me smile. The way he made me feel, the way I feel now, is so new and unfamiliar to me. I know it’s foolish to believe so soon in a relationship, but I think I love him.

  The second the thought crosses my mind, my smile fades. I am being ridiculous. I can’t fall in love just like that. Just over a week ago, this same man I think I am in love with was using cheesy pick-up lines on me at a bar and hooking up with different women. I can’t let myself fall for him like this. He could be playing me just like he plays so many others. I thought I sensed love and truth in him, but what if it’s bullshit?

  Not to mention the possibility of my mother and Tom progressing their relationship. I’m sure my mother would be mortified if I was dating her potential husband’s son. The fact that he’s so much older than me would kill her. She wants me to be happy, but with someone my own age that I can grow with. Definitely not with a man who is, technically speaking, old enough to be my father. The fact that my own father left her for a much younger woman with almost the same age difference as Jayson and I doesn’t help anything, either.

  How did I become so smitten that I let Jayson convince me to just let things be and “not think too much?”

  My bliss is turning to bitterness as I sit, thinking about what happened some more. I am crowding my thoughts of last night with “what if’s” and “whys.” I am suddenly in a complete state of confusion and panic. Minutes ago I was in love, and now I am questioning every feeling I had last night. I can’t decide if it was real or just in my head.

  I get up and go to look for my phone. It’s in my kitchen so I pour another cup of coffee and sit at the table. I dial Rachel’s number and hope that she is available. I need to talk to someone.

  I get her voicemail and leave a message for her to call me back. I’m being ridiculous—I felt Jayson’s passion, and the man I had dinner with last night was real. I can’t let the negative voice in my head convince me otherwise. Still, I’m having a hard time letting those thoughts go.

  My phone rings, startling me. I look at the screen. It’s my mother.

  “Good morning, Mom,” I answer.

  “Good morning, Ashley.” She sounds way too cheerful.

  I raise a brow. “What’s up?”

  “Not too much. It was so nice seeing you last week. We still haven’t had a chance to chat and catch up.”

  “I know. Tom seems like a great guy and you both look so happy together. I’m glad I finally got a chance to meet him.”

  “I’m so glad you feel that way, Ash! I’m just head over heels for him. He’s amazing and treats me like a queen. I never thought I would meet a man like him—not after your father.” She sighs dreamily. “And he was delighted to meet you and Eric. It’s great that we all got along so well. Like we’re family already.”

  I roll my eyes as my stomach flip flops. Like family. I just had sex with my might-be brother last night. Wonder how Tom would feel about that?

  “Yeah. I thought it might be awkward at first, but it actually felt very natural,” I reply. I’m not sure if I’m talking about our little get-together or what happened between me and Jayson last night.

  “I’ve had the pleasure of meeting his sons once before, Jayson and Matt. They’re good guys. Their business does very well and they are respectful and decent to Tom. He always speaks highly of them, although when it comes to their personal lives, he has doubts they will ever settle down—especially Jayson. Tom says he’s never had a serious girlfriend and sleeps around a little too much for his liking. Reminds me of your father. It’s one thing to test the waters, it’s another to be a gigolo. Is that even a term people use anymore?”

  I cringe. “Not really. But it still has the same meaning.” She’s making me feel like such a fool.

  My mom chuckles. “I think we talk about our children so much it feels like we know them more than we actually do. I think his boys are fantastic—I probably shouldn’t be gossiping about what they do or who they do it with. As long as they treat me with respect, I’m happy.” She sounds like the perfect stepmother already.

  “Well, Mom, again, I’m so happy for you. You deserve a guy like Tom. And you certainly deserve to be treated like a queen, after all you’ve been through.” I try to steer our conversation away from “The boys.” My mother would kill me if she knew what happened with Jayson, more so if she knew how I felt about him this morning—how I’d thought I was in love.

  “Can we do lunch this week, Ashley? I can come in on your day off if you like,” Mom offers.

  “I would love that,” I reply, and I really would. “I’ll know my schedule on Sunday.”

  “Sounds good. Won’t it be nice when you finally decide on a major and work in your own field?” she adds. I knew she would have to get one shot in about my job. She hates that I’m a waitress and not trying harder to explore what I really want to do with my future.

  “Of course it will, Mother,” I answer, making sure to call her by her least favorite maternal moniker.

  “You know I have to say it, Ash,” she says, and I can tell she’s smiling on the other end. “Love you. Call me when you have your schedule.”

  “I will. Love you too, Mom.”

  I send Rachel a quick text to call me when she has a few minutes. I need to hash this out with someone rational.

  I take my robe off and step into the shower. I let the water flow over me to try and relax and calm my thoughts. I finish and towel off, put on my work clothes and makeup, and go back to the kitchen to have a snack before I leave. I notice my phone is indicating a missed call and text so I pick it up.

  I read the text first: Last night was incredible. I miss you already, sent by Jayson. I smile to myself. Maybe I was going a little overboard with all the negative things I was thinking about him this morning. So he was player before—people can change, right? Maybe I just don’t have the confidence to think I’m the one that can change him.

  I’m not sure what to write back yet, so I check my voicemail. It’s Rachel. She’s going back into the studio and will stop by for a drink later if she can. Perfect.

  I contemplate what to write back to Jayson. I want to believe him so badly, but something inside me is making me hesitate. I type and erase messages several times before I decide exactly what to say.

  I had a great time. Talk soon. It’s simple, to the point, and not committing to any feelings. I hit “send” feeling satisfied, grab a trail mix bar from the pantry, and head off to work.

  * * *

  ________

  * * *

  The restaurant is pretty slow when I get there. It’s just about lunch time and there are only a few tables sitting. I continue to speculate and try to rationalize my emotions and feelings throughout the day. I go back and forth, loving Jayson, then being annoyed that I even believe that. Being disgusted that we might be related at some point in the near future, then rationalizing that it doesn’t matter.

  Maybe Jayson was right about one thing: I should stop thinking so much and just let things happen. Even if he said that to get me to give in for the night, at this point it seems like great advice.

  After the lunch crowd disperses, I pour myself an iced tea and go sit outside for a few minutes after the dining room is reset for the dinner crowd. As usual, I take my phone out to waste some time and see another text from Jayson. I can’t stop thinking about you. Again, I smile. I don’t think he would continue to text me if he was playing games, I really don’t, but I’m afraid to believe that he really likes me.

  I’ve been thinking about you too, I reply. I haven’t been able to stop
thinking about him.

  Can I see you again tonight? Jayson writes back. I can’t see him yet, I’m not ready. I need to decide how I feel before I can face him again. There is no way I can resist him so I need to be sure about how I feel before I can be face to face.

  Sorry, working late and meeting Rachel, is all I say. That’s all he needs to know.

  You’re not brushing me off, are you? he replies. It’s hard to tell if he is hurt or being sarcastic through a text.

  No. Just can’t tonight. Have to get back to work now, I send back. It totally sounds like I’m blowing him off, which I guess I am. I’ll explain everything to him once I’m in a better emotional state.

  He sends me back a smiley face and I turn my phone off and head back into the restaurant as the first of the early dinner crowd enters.

  The dinner rush comes and goes, slowing down as it gets later in the evening. I only have a few tables left finishing up when I see Rachel walk in. She waves and smiles at me and heads over to the bar where Sam pours her a glass of wine before she has a chance to sit down. They exchange greetings and make small talk while she waits for me to close out the checks left in my section. I finish up my closing duties and walk over to the bar, taking a seat next to Rachel.

  “Hey, Rach. Glad you decided to stop in,” I say as Sam passes me my own glass of wine.

  “Me too. I could tell you had something on your mind. What’s up?”

  “It’s a very long story,” I say and lay out most of the details about my dinner with Jayson and what happened afterwards. I convey my feelings, what I thought he was feeling, then how I felt this morning and the rest of the day. I also tell Rachel about my mother’s phone call and what she has to say about Jayson’s reputation. She listens quietly until I’m finished, and even then she takes a minute to let my words soak in as she sips her wine.

  “Well,” Rachel begins, “I see how you can feel confused. There are a lot of points here to consider. If you take your mother’s relationship out of the picture, how do you feel?”