“Of course.”
The cool air hits my bare ass now and I squeeze my eyes shut. Before I can think too hard about what we’re about to do, he’s sliding into me with one firm thrust that has him bottoming out and me moaning with need.
“Fuck, baby, this is hot.” His body is warm and hard against my back, and he reaches around to cup my breasts, kneading and pinching in time to his rhythmic thrusts.
I’m so turned on it’s almost embarrassing but there’s no time to be embarrassed because it feels so damn good. Every time we make love is better than the last and the bar has gotten pretty damn high at this point. But Bodi is more than up to the task.
He grinds into me, body slapping against mine.
“More pressure on your tits or go harder in your pussy?” he rasps against my ear.
I make a strangled, nonsensical sound, and I guess he interprets it as going harder. The next thing I know he’s got me by the hips and he’s pounding into me like we’re in some kind of race—and it’s fucking incredible.
“Bodi, please!” I shriek, the coiling in my belly telling me I’m getting close.
His punishing thrusts get even more intense, until my feet come off the ground and I’m hanging on to the shelf for dear life.
“Cream all over my cock, baby.”
Those words, coupled with his incredible cock inside me, is all I need to push me over the edge. A rough, guttural cry leaves my chest as I convulse around him with a million shockwaves of bliss.
“Fuck!” He explodes into me, his roar bouncing off the walls.
“Oh my God!” I shriek when he pinches my clit and that somehow sends me right back over the edge. “Bodi!”
I don’t know where I am or what I’m doing. It’s just a never-ending spiral of orgasm wave after orgasm wave, keeping me in a never-ending tsunami of pleasure.
“Bodi, no more…” I gasp. “I can’t…oh shit.” I orgasm one last time before he finally releases his hold on me, setting me gently on my feet. His arms close around my middle and he holds on tight, even as tiny shockwaves continue to pulse between us.
“Now that was awesome,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder before resting his chin there.
“I’ve never…what was that?” I demand breathlessly.
“Multiple orgasms?”
“Holy fucking wow. Who knew?”
He just chuckles but still doesn’t release me.
“You feel so good,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to let go.”
“Eventually I have to lock up,” I tease.
“I know.” He pauses. “I just hate that you can’t come home with me.”
That goes double for me.
Chapter
Thirty-One
Bodi
With the first home game looming, Coach is on another tear. The arena is sold out, the press is practically camped out, and we’ve made so many community appearances I feel like an honest-to-God celebrity. It will settle down soon. At least, that’s what everyone thinks, but for now, we can’t go anywhere without being recognized. Which could be a problem for Jayne and me.
I’m not able to take her out as much as I’d like to, but I don’t like the idea of just hanging out at the house either. My roommates are respectful but not necessarily quiet. And neither is she.
Starting the season on a week-long road trip wasn’t ideal but the league had to do it that way because of a bunch of Cirque de Soleil dates in the new arena that couldn’t be moved, so the first home game is eight days into the season. And we’re one and three. Not a great record. Especially for a team with so much local support. The fans have been great, but the atmosphere in the locker room is tense as fuck. Everyone appears to be walking on eggshells.
