So…no pressure.
I flex my hips and apply a bit more force with each thrust. On the third stroke, I slide deeper inside her pussy.
Holy fuck.
She’s so damn tight that I almost see stars.
Emerson whimpers and I capture her lips again, keeping myself still as I allow her body the time it needs to adjust. Only then do I flex my hips. It’s nothing crazy, just a slight movement that allows me to sink deeper with every thrust.
Sweat breaks out across my brow. The tightness wrapped around me is all I can focus on which is exactly when I realize that I’m not going to last. The plan had been for Em to orgasm a second time, but I’m having serious doubts I can make it.
Not with how good this feels.
Not when she’s pulsing around me.
Arghhhh.
It’s the best damn feeling in the world.
Fuck, I need to focus!
For the last ten years, my life has revolved around physical and mental discipline. You don’t reach my level of athleticism without it. And yet, here I am, moments away from blowing my load like a sixteen-year-old who’s never boned a girl before.
I keep my muscles locked and try not to think about how amazing she feels. She’s so damn tight and hot and wet.
And mine.
There is so much pleasure rushing through my veins. It’s almost too much to bear. When Emerson begins to move, meeting my gentle thrusts with her own, I know she feels it, too.
Okay. Maybe I can do this. Maybe I can get her off before I come.
I grit my teeth, locking down the intensity that swirls through me. The way my balls tighten, drawing closer to my body, tells me that it won’t be long. And she’s right there with me, struggling to catch up. Ecstasy clouds her eyes as her breath comes out in short, panting gasps.
I know its game over when a little moan escapes from her lips and her pussy clutches my dick.
With a loud groan, I come. A roaring river shoots out of my cock, nearly blowing the damn tip off. All I want to do is grind my pelvis against her and bury myself so deep that I don’t know where I end and she begins. As difficult as it is, I control my movements, not wanting to cause her any further pain.
It kills me that I couldn’t contain myself. I underestimated how good it would feel to have her tight wet heat surrounding me.
It’s nothing short of pure nirvana.
That’s the only way to describe it.
Once I’m done, I wrap Em up in my arms and roll us to the side before forcing myself to meet her gaze. I’m almost afraid of what I’ll find. I really jacked this up and I’m disappointed in myself for not doing everything I could to last longer. I wanted this to be the single greatest experience of her life and it fell flat.
“Are you okay?” I’m still buried deep inside her body as we lay facing one another. Em is pressed against my chest and I don’t want to let her go.
Usually, after the deed is done, I’m impatient to separate myself and take off. But not this time. Fleeing the situation is the last thing on my mind.
Emerson nods as her lips curve into a hesitant smile. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?” I narrow my eyes and search hers carefully for the truth.
One of her hands reaches up to stroke my cheek. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Reluctantly I pull myself from her body and roll off the side of the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. I slip the condom from my softening cock before knotting the latex and tossing it in the garbage can near the toilet. Then I grab a washcloth from the stack on the counter and run it under the faucet. Blowing out a breath, I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror.
It’s funny. I’m not the one who was a virgin. Nothing has changed for me, and yet…
In the course of an hour, it feels like my whole goddamn world has altered. The ground beneath my feet has unexpectedly shifted and I’m pretty sure nothing will ever be the same again.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Emerson
As soon as Reed slips into the bathroom, all of the tension surging through my body dissolves and I grab the edge of the comforter, flipping it over my nudity so that I’m covered. I’m relieved that he’s given me a moment to regroup both mentally and emotionally.
What happened between us feels strangely intense and more intimate than I anticipated. People hookup with strangers all the time—just look at Brinley—and it doesn’t mean anything at all.
It’s more of a transaction.
But this experience doesn’t feel like that at all. The connection wasn’t just physical. It was emotional as well. If anything, I feel closer to Reed than ever before. As if we’ve shared something special.
I’m not sure that’s necessarily a good thing.
I stare sightlessly at the ceiling as my mind rehashes the experience. Before I’m able to make sense out of all the chaotic emotions careening through my body, Reed returns with a washcloth.
My attention immediately becomes ensnared by the play of sinewy muscle as he strides toward the bed. It’s obvious that he doesn’t care about his nudity.
But then again, if you looked like a Greek Adonis, would you care?
Probably not. You’d want to flaunt it. And Reed does that spectacularly.
Everything about him is sculpted and well-defined. The softness hanging between his legs is the only thing that isn’t hard. At the moment. A shiver of longing slides through my body before settling in my core as I remember how it felt to have his thickness fill me.
I blink back to awareness when he leans over and presses his lips to mine. It never occurs to me not to open for him. My mind empties of all thought as soon as our lips make contact. There’s only the feel of his mouth roving hungrily over mine, dragging me under.
The newfound intimacy we’re sharing may be fleeting, but that doesn’t mean I can’t revel in it for the time being. I want to enjoy every moment while it lasts. Once we return to Southern—
No. I refuse to dwell on the future. I want to enjoy the here and now.
It’s carefully that Reed pries the edge of the blanket from my fingers before tossing it aside and exposing me. Our bodies might have been joined in the most intimate way imaginable, but still…
Instead of giving in to the urge to cover myself, I keep my arms pressed to the mattress as Reed’s gaze licks over the length of me before settling on my face. An appreciative gleam fills his eyes.
When he holds up the towel, I jolt, realizing his intention.
He confirms my sinking suspicions by saying, “Spread your legs a bit so I can clean you off.”
His husky voice strums something deep inside me and my face floods with heat.
Please tell me that he doesn’t want to—
I shake my head frantically and hold out my hand, demanding the towel. “I can do it myself.”
His eyes soften. “I know you can, Em, but I want to take care of you.”
Tenderness blooms in my chest. Reed has always taken care with me, but what he wants to do right now takes it to a new, more intimate level. For the sake of modesty, I want to argue, but…
I appreciate the thoughtfulness. As horrendously embarrassing as it feels, I reluctantly allow my thighs to part. Reed remains silent as he gingerly presses the warm cloth to my core.
A little sigh of contentment escapes from my lips.
Oh my God, who would have thought wet heat would feel so good?
Needing to distance myself from the strange intimacy we’re sharing, I close my eyes as he holds the washcloth to my abraded flesh. Then he uses the soft material to wipe away any trace of my arousal before disappearing into the bathroom again.
Barely do I have time to release a pent-up breath before he returns. When Reed silently peels back the covers, I scramble beneath the cool sheets. There’s a twinge of awareness between my thighs as I move. He slips beneath the blankets and pulls me into his arms. I rest my head against the solidness of his chest and contemplate what just transpired.
I’m no longer a virgin.
Seems kind of unbelievable, right? I waited so long for this moment. I’m still on sensory overload.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
Jostled from my thoughts by the deep timbre of his voice, I nod. I hate to admit it, because it was so embarrassing to have him clean me off, but the warm washcloth made me feel better. It was sweet and considerate of him.
“I’m good.”
He drops a kiss against my forehead. The gesture is so achingly familiar that it settles the confusion trying to take root inside me and spoil the moment. I don’t want to overthink the situation.
It was sex.
Nothing more.
I asked Reed to help me out and he came through.
Just as my eyes begin to feather shut, Reed clears his throat. “So, what did you think?”
I tilt my head until I’m able to meet his gaze. Uncertainty flashes in his eyes. Reed is usually so confident and self-assured in everything he does. It strange to see doubt creeping in at the edges.
How can I possibly describe the intimacy we shared when I’m still trying to process it for myself? But I have to say something. He’s waiting. Concern clouds his eyes the longer I keep my lips pressed together.
“It was good.” Even as I force myself to speak, I realize the description is woefully inadequate.
He must agree because his brows furrow and his lips sink at the corners. “It was just… good?”
My mind spins, trying to come up with a description. “Well, I really liked the first part.” The thought of his head buried between my thighs is enough to make my belly flutter with a burst of arousal. “A lot,” I add. Only now do I understand why girls enjoy it when a guy goes downtown. You wouldn’t think it would be utterly fantastic, but it is.
A chuckle escapes and his expression lightens. “Yeah, I figured you would.” There’s a pause as his voice drops. “But you didn’t like it when I was inside you?”
“It’s not that I didn’t like it,” I correct hastily. Harnessing my scattered thoughts feels impossible. Especially when Reed’s hard body is pressed so deliciously against mine. “At first it pinched and felt uncomfortable. But once I got used to the feel of you, it was good. The way you were moving made me feel like I was going to come again…”
When I fall silent, he prompts, “But?”
“But then you slid all the way in and it killed all those good vibes.”
I don’t want to hurt Reed’s feelings. He’s been so wonderful.
The first part was mind blowing. But the actual act of sex?
I’m going to be completely honest here, I’m not sure what all the fuss is about. It started off awkward. And then when Reed started moving, pushing inside me, it burned. So, no—I didn’t like sex nearly as much as when he went down on me.
But I doubt that has anything to do with Reed. I think he made the experience as enjoyable as he possibly could. And I’m appreciative of that.
I untangle myself from his body and scooch up on the bed so I can peer down at him. “Have you ever considered that maybe you’re just too big for me? The next time I have sex, it should probably be with someone who has a smaller penis.”
Reed’s eyes widen as his mouth drops open.
Not that I have a ton of experience in that department, but Reed’s package definitely seemed bigger than average. And I’m not exactly a huge person. So, doesn’t it stand to reason that a smaller cock would fit me better?
Kind of like Goldilocks and the Three Bears. I need to find the dick that’s the right size for me.
I gnaw on my lower lip when Reed remains silent.
“It hurt…you know? Like my insides were being stretched apart. All I’m saying is that maybe someone smaller would feel better.” I rest my palm against the side of his face. “Your dick is just too large to fit inside me.”
Instead of being comforted by the explanation, Reed makes a strangled noise deep in his throat. “Let me get this straight,” he finally sputters. “You think my dick is too large to fit inside your body?”
“Umm, yeah.” Quickly I add, “But you should take that as a compliment.”
An uncomfortable silence blankets us as we stare at each other. I should have kept my big mouth shut. All I’m doing is making everything worse.
“But thank you for having sex with me,” I finish lamely. “It was good.”
With a growl, Reed pounces and flips me over, positioning himself on top of me. Between the fierce look gathering in his narrowed eyes and the feel of his cock thickening against me, a gasp falls from my lips.
“You may not realize this, but no matter how big a guy’s dick is, the first time a woman has sex, it’s going to be painful. And contrary to popular belief, it’s not the hymen breaking, it’s because your vaginal walls aren’t used to the intrusion. It’s going to take some time to get used to, that’s all.”
When my eyes widen, he shrugs self-consciously. “I did some reading.”
Of course, I realize that the first time is going to hurt, but I’m sure having a giant dick jammed in your vagina doesn’t help matters. Just to be clear, at no point did Reed shove himself inside me. He was incredibly careful and considerate. More so than I could have imagined or hoped. My heart swells with tenderness because of that and the fact he took the time to research this.
Who does that?
I blink away my surprise. “You really looked stuff up?”
“Yup.” His voice softens. “I wanted to make sure your first time was good. It’s important, Em. I’m honored that you asked me to be the one.”
My heart twists with heavy emotion.
“It was seriously good, Reed,” I reiterate again. I wanted my first time to be special. Maybe it wasn’t with a boyfriend the way I always imagined it would be, but it was with someone I care deeply about.
Someone who cares for me just as much in return.
Maybe that’s all that matters.
Reed nods and presses his mouth against mine. Just as I melt beneath him, he snags my lower lip between his teeth.
“And sweetheart?” he growls, flexing his hips.
My eyes flare at the endearment and the cocky way he says it. Not to mention the feel of his hard shaft nudging my opening.
“The weekend isn’t over by a longshot. I plan to prove just how good sex can be. Got it? You don’t need a small dick. You just need mine.”
I nod as heat ignites in my core like a burst of flame.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Reed
Thirty minutes.
That’s all the time I have before I need to meet with the coaching staff. My whole day has been planned out for me down to the last minute with meetings, practices, and then a team party hosted by the front office later this evening. If I were smart, I’d be mentally gearing myself up and making sure I’m in the right frame of mind.
Instead, my face is buried between Emerson’s supple thighs. Her legs are spread wide as I dip my tongue rhythmically in her lush sweetness. I don’t know what it is about her, but I can’t get enough. I’m addicted to her taste. Em’s soft moans fill the air and it only makes my cock harder. All I want to do is plunge inside her tight heat.
But I can’t.
Not yet.
Last night, we stayed in bed and cuddled before throwing on some clothes and exploring downtown Chicago. We hit a few shops and found an Italian restaurant with the best lasagna I’ve had in a long time. It was almost better than Mom’s, but I’ll be keeping that opinion to myself. Then we walked the streets for an hour or so before heading back to the hotel.
The entire time we were out, I kept Em’s fingers ensnared in my own, craving the constant contact. You’d think that knocking boots would throw a monkey wrench in an already perfect relationship. But it didn’t. We were able to shift right back to friendship after the deed was done.
Once we returned to the suite, it was late and we decided to hit the s
ack. Instead of going for round two, which is exactly what my dick was in favor of, I refrained, wanting to give her time to heal. I kept Em wrapped up in my arms and woke in the morning with her body draped across mine.
It was the best fucking sleep I’d ever gotten.
What I’m trying hard not to think about is the expiration date stamped on this newfound intimacy. As soon as we leave Chicago, everything will shift back to the way it’s always been between us.
The only reason Emerson accompanied me to Chicago and we’ve been able to enjoy this awesome penthouse is because of the Blackhawks and my possible future with them and yet…
If I could blow off my agenda and spend the day with her, I would do it in a heartbeat.
You know what that tells me?
That I need to get my head out of my ass and my priorities straight.
But that feels impossible. Especially when Emerson arches her back and her fingers sink into my hair as I suck her delicate clit into my mouth. She’s so damn close to coming that her body is vibrating with pent-up need. The tiny bundle of nerves throbs against my lips which is such a fucking turn-on.
I thought after the first time, my need for her would diminish. But that hasn’t turned out to be the case as evidenced by my rock-hard dick. Which is troublesome because I’ve been with my fair share of women over the years and none have come close to making me feel like this.
“Ohhh, keep doing it just like that,” she whimpers, digging her nails into my scalp as her body bows off the mattress. “I’m going to come.”
“I know, baby,” I growl against her soaked flesh. Needing to push her completely over the edge, I bite down on her clit while slipping two fingers inside her tight sheath.
That’s all it takes to have her exploding. Her orgasm lasts even longer than it did yesterday as I lap at her pussy while she rides the wave. Once her body stops spasming, I give her a kiss before grabbing the condom off the nightstand and sliding the latex over my engorged cock. Then I crawl up her body and plant a kiss against her mouth. That’s another thing I can’t seem to get enough of. I’ve never been much for sucking face but I’ll tell you what, I love kissing Em.
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