“Good fucking girl,” I practically purr as she does what I ask. It’s not that I’m proud of her for following orders; I’m proud of her for not letting her insecurities get in the way.
She looks over her shoulder at me.
“Fuck,” I groan, “hold on, I need to grab a condom.” Two seconds later I’m back and rolling it down my dick. “How gentle do you want me to be?”
After a game, I’m always keyed up. There’s still so much adrenaline running through my body, even after a shower and the ride back to the hotel.
She licks her lips again. “You decide, and I’ll let you know.”
I line myself up behind her, guiding the head of my cock through the slickness at her opening and down to her clit. She moans the minute I rub myself against her, like she wasn’t expecting me to be working her up again. “I’m always going to make sure you’re taken care of first. You know that, right, Morgan?”
Her eyebrows knit together and she arches her back, shoulders up, to get a better look at me. “You did take care of me.”
“And I’m going to keep doing that, even while I’m inside you.” I pull back, then slip into her in one long, slow motion until I’m buried so deep there’s nowhere else to go.
She grunts out a sound that’s neither pleasure nor pain—just an acknowledgement that she’s reached her limit for how much of me she can take. But as our bodies move apart and together, as I watch myself pushing into her, as my hands explore her body, as her grunts turn into moans and her sighs turn into pleas for more, I realize I’m way too close, too soon.
I slow the pace, taking a deep breath to calm my body as I reach forward and cup her breasts in my hands. She turns back to look at me over her shoulder again, saying, “Please don’t stop.”
“I’m too close,” I tell her. “I’m not coming until you do, so you tell me what you need to get there.”
She puts her weight on one of her arms and lifts the other, guiding my hand from her breast to between her legs. “Just touch me, I’m so close.”
With my finger gliding over her clit and my other hand toying with her nipple, her breathing turns ragged and her movements become frantic. She’s slamming herself back against me so hard and so fast while chasing her orgasm that there’s nothing I can do to hold myself back. Her inner walls grip me through the waves of her orgasm, triggering a tsunami of sensation throughout my body.
I move my hand from her breast to her shoulder, pulling her up so her back’s against my chest as my orgasm rips through me. My entire body shudders as I come and the sheen of sweat between us has her sliding against my chest as I continue moving inside her.
“I’m so sensitive,” she says, bringing her hand to my wrist and holding it in place like she’s afraid I’ll stop toying with her clit. “I think I’m going to...”
“That’s my girl,” I say. “Give me one more.”
“I can’t...” she stops on a gasp, and her shoulders and head slump forward. “Oh shit...” Then her words are a jumble before she cries out her pleasure.
When she’s finished, I pull her back against me and press a kiss to her temple. “Have I ruined you yet, or shall I keep trying?”
Her shoulders shake with a single bark of laughter. “Do you have any idea how hard it is knowing that I’ll never have sex this good with anyone else?”
My voice is low and almost sad when I tell her, “I knowexactlyhow that feels.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
MORGAN
“This is so fun,” Lauren says as we stand at the back of the club seats, looking down toward the ice at our home opener. Everywhere we look, people have McCabe and a dark blue 9 on their backs.
“This was brilliant marketing,” I say. “Jersey sales must have skyrocketed because of this.”
Her smile is the small, private kind, like she’s proud of herself for creating this event but doesn’t want to come off as gloating. “I’m still surprised he agreed to it.”
“I’m not. He’s like a different person now that he and AJ are together.”
“Yeah, but he’s still really private,” she says.
“All he’s got to do is hand out pictures he already autographed to any season ticket holder wearing his jersey after the game,ifhe scores his 500th goal,” I say. “It’s not like he’s going to be chatting up the crowd. It’ll be late, and people will be in a hurry to get their picture and get home.”
“Yeah, I would have loved to set it up as a meet and greet,” Lauren says, “but after we saw how many people RSVP’d that they wanted to participate, and now seeing his jersey on so manyfans, I’m really glad we didn’t go that route. We’d be here all night.”
I laugh. Even though season ticket sales are limited so not everyone wearing his jersey will be waiting for a photo... she’s probably right. I’m not sure if McCabe has the patience to chat and take a picture with thousands of people, especially when I’m sure he’d rather be celebrating with his teammates. Scoring his 500th goal will put him in an elite group of NHL players who have reached this milestone. Even if it doesn’t happen tonight, it’s going to happen soon.
