This was one thing they hadn’t done in Mexico: given and received oral pleasure. And Jack had been dying to taste her. That teasing lick as he’d undressed her earlier hadn’t been enough.Nothingwould ever be enough.
“Please,” she breathed.
He pressed the nozzle, spraying a line from her clit to her entrance. She gasped at the coolness of the cream against her heated skin, a sound that quickly turned to a drawn out moan when he dove in and consumed every bit of that cream up in one long lick.
The sweetness of the cream mixed with her natural flavor had Jack immediately diving back in, not allowing her any moment of reprieve from his mouth on her most sensitive part.
He ran his tongue around her clit, traces of the cream clinging to his taste buds as he settled his lips around her and sucked. Her back arched from the bed, and Jack watched through heavily lidded eyes as she drew her knees up higher, giving him better access.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, voice husky, darting his tongue out and tracing a path with only the tip. Using the fingers of one hand, he opened her wider, then said, “What about this?” before inserting two fingers.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her hips already thrusting against his fingers.
As it turned out, Jessica already knew what she liked in bed, and that appeared to be whatever Jack was willing to give her.
His tongue and his fingers moved in tandem, working her closer and closer to the edge. Jack knew she was ready to throw herself off the cliff when her thighs clamped around his head, and he curled his fingers inside her, grazing his teeth a little against her clit before suctioning his mouth around it.
She detonated, harder than she had earlier with his dick inside her, coating his fingers even more so with her release. When she climaxed, she tried to turn her body away from him, but he held her firmly with his free hand on her stomach, forcing her to feel every second of it. And he continued to work her through it, letting her fuck his hand until the tiny aftershock spasms ceased and her breathing slowed considerably.
Making this girl come undone was a high all its own.
Jack crawled up her body and placed a soft kiss against her temple. “I don’t know about you,” he said, “but that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
Jessica turned her head toward him, a blissed-out, completely sated smile plastered on her face. “I came so hard I saw stars,” she said, and he burst out laughing.
Tucking her closer into his side, he shifted and began pulling the sheets and comforter out from underneath them.
“Shouldn’t we clean up first?” she asked, dipping her hand between her legs. When she withdrew, her fingers glistened with the evidence of her orgasm.
“You’re probably right. I’ll get a washcloth.”
“Or…” Jessica trailed off but slid out of bed after him. “We could take a shower.”
He pulled her into his arms and dropped a kiss on her mouth, one that went from tender to a tangle of tongues and teeth in a millisecond.
“You’re insatiable,” he said when they broke apart.
“We have a lot of time to make up for.”
That they did, he thought as he led her into the bathroom.
NOW: March 5, 2024
One of the upsides of being a collegiate athlete—and there were many—was having free reign of the ice arena and the facilities whenever he wanted or needed them. It was a Tuesday night, and Jack couldn’t stop thinking about Jessica and Valentine’s Day. Though they’d gotten naked together several times since then, he and Jessica had always been good at the physical side of a relationship. But lately, Jack had been feeling the urge to talk to her more, to dive deeper into their time apart and truly learn what made her tick.
So he’d planned this impromptu date.
Once he’d showered and changed after practice, and his teammates, coaches, and other staff had cleared out of the arena, he got to work setting everything up. He guessed at Jessica’s shoe size and borrowed a pair of skates from the pro shop, then pushed a net out onto the ice and set it up at one end.
After that, he walked back into the locker room and headed straight for the lounge, where he’d laid out a feast of pastries from Jessica’s favorite bakery in Old Town, hot chocolate that he made himself in a CrockPot—thanks to his mother’s help—and other snacks he knew Jessica loved.
Jack had always known Jessica wasn’t a big hockey fan; she’d told him so that first night in Mexico. But over the last few months, she’d come to enjoy it, if only because she loved him. He wanted to share this part of him with her, as hockey was a huge piece of who he was.
Plus, he planned to marry Jessica Daniels one day, which would make her a WAG. She was going to have to get used to being around the game regardless.
Promptly at six p.m., Jessica texted saying she’d arrived. Before heading up to the concourse to meet her, Jack spun in a circle, surveying the lounge and making sure everything was perfect. He would’ve liked to add some candles—he had compromised with battery-operated ones—and rose petals and other cheesy shit, but this was an ice arena, not a hotel room, so he refrained.
“Hey, sunshine!” he yelled up to her when he reached ice level.
