Fair Play (Hat Trick, Book 1)

by Samantha Wayland

  She was gorgeous, her eyes sightless while her body thrashed around on his bed. With a keening cry, she screwed her eyes shut and came, her back arching high off the bed.

  “Garrick!”

  It had become his life’s mission to hear her scream his name.

  He sucked her clit harder, forced his fingers higher and marveled at the tight clench of muscles clamping down on him. He was light-headed with his need. He had to fuck her. Now.

  He slid his fingers from her body and eased her back down onto the bed. A final nip to her clit made her entire body jerk. He was so lightheaded with need he almost dumped his bedside drawer onto the floor before he tossed its contents onto the bed beside them.

  He tore a foil packet open with his teeth and cursed his shaking hands. The latex was barely rolled into place before he crawled over Savannah’s limp body and looked down into her face.

  She opened her eyes, her green gaze vague, her little smile deeply satisfied. Deeply satisfying. He watched her face carefully as he slowly eased his aching cock into her tight, hot pussy.

  Relief and desire roared through him. Her mouth opened in a perfect “oh” as he slid home. Arms trembling, he held himself above her, perfectly still, and tried to give her time to adjust to his size. In truth, he needed that moment to grapple with the onslaught of sensations.

  She undulated beneath him, wrapped her knees around his hips, and let him notch that last magical centimeter deeper into her body.

  He shuddered, fighting for control, certain he was going to lose it as she drew him in for a scorching kiss. He wasn’t sure when he started to move, his nervous system overrun as Savannah thrust her tongue in his mouth. She pulled him closer until his chest pressed to hers and they touched everywhere, not a sliver of light or space between them. His hips rocked against hers. Her hips rolled up to meet his.

  He wanted to have a long, slow, hot fuck with Savannah. Someday. This wasn’t going to be it.

  He slid his hand down her side, cupped her ass in his hand and forced it up against him as he ground down into her. His face buried against her silky hair and soft skin, the last of his control slipped from his grasp.

  Within two thrusts, he was snapping his hips with more force and speed than finesse, pounding her into the mattress. His pelvic bone shoved against her clit with every push. Her legs refused to allow a full retreat, but gave him enough room to run the length of his cock along her gripping walls.

  His balls tightened, and the tingle at the base of his spine foretold the unavoidable conclusion. The masochist and the hedonist wanted it to go on forever. The realist thought if he didn’t come soon, he’d have a stroke.

  He used the last of his strength to throw his hips forward harder, and nudged the end of her passage. She made a startled sound and her limbs convulsed around him.

  “Oh my god! Again!” she gasped.

  The clamp of muscles dragging over his cock undid him. With an incoherent shout, he buried himself in her heat and the lightening unleashed, rising up out of his balls and storming his entire body with every racking pulse. His eyes slammed shut and stars danced behind his lids. His body shook as the clench of Savannah’s muscles urged him to give until he was breathless from the pleasure.

  With a shuddering sigh, he collapsed on top of Savannah, hardly having the wherewithal to hold his weight on his elbows as he gasped for air and groped for his sanity.

  He finally registered that he was still attached to the earth, his only anchor the long, slow glide of Savannah’s hand on his back.

  “You okay?”

  He laughed. “Yeah.” He lifted his head and looked down at her. “You?”

  Her slow smile would have been answer enough. “Oh. Yes.”

  With regret, he shifted, easing back as his cock softened enough to require he deal with the condom. Her face showed no sign of pain, only keen disappointment as he slipped from her body.

  “I’ll go take care of this and get something to clean us up.”

  She smiled and nodded, already crawling beneath the sheets.

  He came back to find her sitting with one of several objects he’d dumped out of his bedside table resting in her palm. He stopped in the door and watched for her reaction.

  He was relieved to see only curiosity.

  “Is this what I think it is?”

  He shrugged and moved over to the bed. “It depends on what you think it is, I suppose.” He tugged down the covers and urged her to lie back on the pillows.

  She didn’t say anything as he wiped down her mons, her thighs, spreading her legs to wash away her arousal with a warm washcloth. He tapped her side, indicating she should roll away from him, and she looked at him curiously again before doing as he asked.

  She jumped when he used one hand to spread her cheeks and gently wiped away the lube coating her anus.

  “It’s a butt plug, isn’t it?”

  He couldn’t see her face, which, he suspected, was why she’d chosen that moment to ask. It put him at a distinct disadvantage, though, and he was unwilling to take any chances. He tossed the washcloth into the hamper by the bathroom door and rolled her back toward him.

  “Yes, it is.”

  She bit her lip while looking down at the little plug in her hand.

  He smiled. “Would you like to try it?”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Savannah stared at the cone-shaped device, shivering as Garrick’s question ran through her mind. Did she want to try it?

  Yes.

  Garrick climbed into the bed and lay down facing her, his elbow planted on the mattress, his hand holding up his chin. He hauled the covers up over them and she was momentarily distracted by the cocoon of warmth he’d created with comforter and quilts and the heat from their still flushed bodies.

  “You don’t have to answer now.” He reached for the plug.

  She held it away from him. “No, I want…”

  He kicked up one sexy eyebrow when she stumbled to a halt. Crap, what did she want?

  She gnawed on her lip. “I’ve never really done any of this before,” she blurted out.

  His slow smile went a long way toward making her feel less stupid. “You mean anal play? Anal sex?”

  She shrugged. “Anal anything,” she admitted. “Until you…I mean, until just now, I’d never…” God, Savannah, spit it out. “I don’t think I realized it would feel like that. I was curious, but always figured it was more for the giver than the receiver. Now I know...wow on the receiving part.”

  His soft chuckle tickled her ear, the glint in his smiling eyes mesmerizing. “I remember what that was like. Learning there was a whole set of sensations no one ever told me about.”

  She smiled back, curiosity nipping at her. “Well, how old were you when that happened? Because at twenty-eight, I’m feeling pretty lame.” And how had Garrick discovered this new pleasure?

  Garrick lifted his eyes to the ceiling. She was about to ask what was bothering him when he turned back to her, searching her face.

  “I trust you.” He said it softly, as if he were speaking to himself rather than her.

  She brushed her fingers down his cheek. “You can tell me anything.”

  He nodded. “I met David in college. I was nineteen.”

  She failed to mask her surprise and her eyes went wide before she could get herself back under control.

  “David?” she said, breathless even to her own ears.

  His gaze narrowed and a hint of color bloomed in his cheeks. “Shit. Forget I mentioned it. Please.”

  He started to roll away from her but she stopped him with a tight grip around his arm.

  “No way,” she said.

  He tried to tug his arm free but she held firm.

  “No way?”

  “Yeah, no fucking way you get to drop that bomb and not give me all the details.”

  He looked decidedly confused. “What?”

  “Are you gay?”

  Both his eyebrows up. “Do you think I’m g
ay?”

  She grinned. “Hell no.”

  His lips quivered, a smile almost escaping.

  “Okay, it was a dumb question,” she said. “Bi?”

  “Technically?” He shrugged. “I guess. Though what you need to know is that I’m monogamous. Always.”

  It was her turn to lift a skeptical brow or two. And not just because he thought she needed to know he was willing to commit. That wasn’t where this relationship was going. After tonight, there was no relationship and the only place she’d be going was away.

  “Yes, contrary to my legendary and total pain-in-the-ass reputation,” he continued, dragging her thoughts back to their intriguing conversation and away from her disastrous career move earlier that evening, “I’m not a dog, and I only date one person at a time.”

  “One person?”

  “One woman at a time, for the last decade or so.” He shrugged. “This is Moncton. I’m a local, a recognizable face and a professional hockey player. My love life has spent enough time in the paper and on the news. I haven’t touched a man since I left McGill and the relative anonymity of college life and Montreal.”

  “But—”

  “It’s fine. The nice thing about being truly bi is that I enjoy men and women equally. I haven’t suffered, languishing in the closet for all these years,” he said with a laugh. “You know, at least some of my reputation was earned.”

  “You mean the part where you’re supposed to be a titan in bed?”

  “What do you think?”

  “All true.” She kept a straight face until he tickled her ribs, making her laugh. She fell into him before squirming away from his tormenting fingers.

  “It is true,” he assured her.

  Flopping onto her back, she looked up into his face. She still clutched a butt plug in her hand.

  “I do want to try it,” she said quietly.

  He stilled. “Yeah?”

  “Yes, but on two conditions.”

  He nodded.

  She gathered her courage, reminding herself she was allowed to ask for anything she wanted with Garrick. He wouldn’t make fun of her. The worst he could do was say no.

  “I want you to do it too.”

  “Do what?”

  She drew her arm from under the covers and brought the plug back into view.

  “Oh.”

  “Do you have another?” she asked.

  “I do.”

  “Well?”

  “Okay. Condition one can be met,” he agreed slowly. “What’s the second condition?”

  She took a deep breath. “I want you to tell me about what you’ve done.”

  “What I’ve done?”

  “With David. With other men.”

  His brows drew low over his eyes. “Why?”

  “Because it’s hotter than hell.” She reached for his hand and drew it under the covers and over her belly. “Ever since you said you knew what these nerve endings were all about from personal experience, I’ve been trying not to roll over and beg you to have your way with me.” She dipped his fingers between her legs and dragged them through her swollen folds and the pool of thick cream.

  “Jesus,” he murmured.

  “Unless that’s the name of one of the men you’ve been with, leave him out of this.” She gasped as his fingers flexed and the rough pad of one finger flicked over her clit. “Just start talking.”

  Garrick stared down at Savannah and tried to pry his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

  The old adage about being careful what you wished for ran through his head. He’d insisted, no, demanded she be herself with him. Always. He’d just never imagined that prim, buttoned-down, straight-laced Savannah Morrison was a kinky seductress who’d been sent to this earth to rock his world.

  Holy fuck.

  With a shake, he tore loose from his paralysis and did the first thing that came to mind. He kissed Savannah as if his life depended on it.

  She met his tongue with equal aggression, her moans loud. Her body arching to press the plug still resting on her sternum up into his chest reminded him of the promises he’d just made. Of his confession, the details of which he was now going to share. He never spoke of David to anyone, hadn’t in years, but somehow it was all rushing back. Savannah made it easy. Safe. Fun. Hot.

  With a shudder, he broke free from their kiss and let himself drown in her sultry gaze.

  “You’re sure you want to do this?”

  She spread her legs wider and used her grip on his wrist to thrust his fingers farther along her wet slit. “Do I feel like I’m not sure?”

  He smiled and swallowed hard.

  “David was the first,” he said slowly, trying desperately to order his thoughts while he flicked his fingers along her swollen labia and over her clit. He enjoyed her rapt attention even as her body twitched and writhed.

  She didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask questions, just let him decide where to take them.

  He told her how they met, how he’d been so shocked to find himself attracted to another man. She never looked away from him as he spun the tale, even when he rolled away to yank open the second bedside table drawer and retrieve a packet of wipes and another, slightly larger and differently shaped plug.

  He paused in his story when she gave it a curious look, switching from his history to her education. He wanted this to be good for her, and a little information could go a long way toward safety and confidence.

  “Men have a gland in them,” he said, pointing at the curve in the larger butt plug, “and if I put this in right, it will hit that gland.”

  “That’s good?” she asked.

  “Very good.”

  “Will you put it in yourself?”

  He watched her closely. “If you want, I can coach you through it, but you have to be careful.”

  She shivered. “I want to see you put it in yourself.” Her whisper was rough.

  Now he was shivering. Shit. She was going to make him come just telling him all her wonderful dirty thoughts and wishes.

  Clamping down on his spiraling need, he sucked in a deep breath before continuing. “Yours,” he said, pointing to the plug still on her chest, “is a classic design. The widest part will stretch you as open as you’d have to be to take my cock.”

  She hummed quietly and he reached down to give his balls a tug. She was killing him.

  “We’ll push past that until your muscles lock the cone in your body, and the anchor” —he pointed to the long narrow foot— “will make sure it doesn’t get pulled all the way in.”

  Her eyes widened and he lifted his plug to distract her. “Mine has the same thing, see?”

  She nodded and he waited while she looked her fill. Soon her eyes flicked away from his plug and up to his face. “How long were you and David friends before something happened?”

  “Not long. I wanted him right away.” He reached for the lube and popped the cap, taking her return to the story to mean she was ready to proceed. He searched her face for any sign of concern or resistance. “We were out one night, a little drunk, riding the high of nerves and flirtation that I wasn’t sure was real or imagined, and we stumbled back to my dorm room to discover my roommate wasn’t there.”

  He smiled at the memory as he lowered himself to lie on his side facing her. “As soon as the door shut behind us, I felt like my feet were nailed to the floor. The look in his eyes…”

  Savannah’s eyes traced his neck and shoulders where goosebumps rose on his skin. He squeezed lube on his finger and continued. “I don’t remember if he said a word. I just remember watching him come toward me, seeing his hand come up to touch my face, and I thought I was going to either pass out or vomit. Eventually, I started breathing again, which helped, until he kissed me. Then I was sure I was going to pass out from the blood rushing to my dick that fast.”

  He laughed as he ran his hand over his hip, the covers shifting with his arm. Savannah’s gaze followed the movement, narrowing before she sat up and tossed the bed
ding to the footboard.

  “I want to see,” she said.

  For the first time in longer than he could remember, Garrick found himself a little embarrassed in a sexual situation. Not even when he’d come in his pants with David that first time had he felt this unsure.

  “I, uh…”

  Savannah leaned in and kissed him, running her hand over his arm. Encouraging him to go on. With a sigh, he slid his finger down his crack and traced the lube over his hole.

  She switched to nibbling along his neck and out to his shoulder. He opened his eyes, not at all surprised to find hers already open and fixed on his ass. He took a deep breath before wriggling the tip of his finger inside his body.

  “Was that the night you discovered anal sex?”

  He laughed. “No. God, we were so young, we ended up slammed against the wall, humping each other like the couple of teenagers we were.”

  She smiled. He worked his finger against the tight muscles, his body responding eagerly to his own caress. Shit, he’d done this recently enough that it wouldn’t take much to get him there.

  “So when did you learn?”

  “Soon after that,” he said with a chuckle, easing his finger free to add more lube, then thrusting it deep. He heard her whimper when he added a second finger. God, if she thought it looked good, what was she going to do when she felt it?

  The image that popped into his mind was so enchanting he had to shake his head to dislodge it. He returned to his story.

  “David was more experienced. He’d had an older boyfriend in high school. Taught him what no Sex Ed teacher had ever dared to mention.”

  “Such as?”

  “That you have to stretch the muscles, soften them to prepare for penetration,” he said through clenched teeth as he spread his fingers, his belly clenching at the hint of pain and the flood of pleasure. “If you don’t, you can get hurt.”

  She looked away from his hand to meet his gaze. “I’ve heard it can hurt.”

  “It can, but not if you do it right. The problem is that people aren’t patient.” Even as he said it, his own patience reached its limit and he drew his fingers from the heat of his ass and picked up the plug. “It will take longer for you. I’m more…”