“I think you’ve already accomplished that. I’m desperate at this point. Please tell me how you’re going to make me come.”
Jax chuckles. “Patience was never one of your virtues. You wanna come, T?”
“Yes,” I hiss, annoyed that he called me out for my impatience.
“Lower your hips and rock them against the fabric but don’t let go of your breasts. In fact, alternate between kneading one and tweaking your other nipple.”
I do exactly what he’s requested of me, and I’m so wound up that when I rock my hips over his jersey, my clit throbs from the friction.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you following my every command. God, you look so beautiful I can barely take it.” Jax props his phone on the hotel nightstand, giving me the perfect view of his ripplingabs and his waist where he’s currently working his sweatpants further down his thighs so I can get a full show.
When he wraps his large hand around his rock hard length, I nearly combust right then and there. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this needy or this turned on in my life.
The combination of seeing him like this, on the brink of losing control, and the reflection of myself in the corner of the screen, looking desperate to come at his command, is something I can’t wait to repeat over and over again while he’s on the road.
“Keep rocking your hips and pinch your nipples while you do so.”
I thought I’d feel self-conscious being on display for him like this, letting him see my scars and all of my flaws, but I couldn’t feel more coveted—he’s looking at me like I’m the very thing sustaining his life while also being the only person who can bring him to his knees.
“You look so sexy fucking my jersey.”
His words wrap around me like a vice, bringing me to the precipice. Lust floods my core as Jax pumps his hand up and down his shaft while his other desperately fists the blanket. I match his pace, working my hips to the same rhythm as him.
“You gonna come for me, Bear?”
“Yes! I’m so close, baby.”
“Me too,” I moan, my clit pulsating with each pass against the fabric.
“Together?” he grits the question through his clenched teeth.
“Yes!” I scream, throwing my body forward as my muscles lock and I begin to convulse through the first waves of my orgasm.
“Fuck, T!” he groans, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
I continue to ride out my orgasm, wishing like hell it was Jax beneath me instead of his jersey. Imagining it’s his skin against mine and his cologne mixed with the scent of his sweat instead of a spray on his pillow clouding the room.
Fighting to catch my breath, I begin to come down from the high only he can give me when he makes me come. Even from thousands of miles away, through a phone, he commands my body in the way only he’s ever been able to.
“I thought I wasn’t superstitious, but I think that may need to be my new pregame routine for road games,” he pants, letting out a sigh of contentment.
“Consider it done. We’ve got years’ worth of road games to make up for.”
“Lucky for us, I don’t plan on retiring anytime soon, my love,” he retorts, instantly putting me at ease.
Throwing myself facedown on our bed, I blindly reach for my phone. Grasping it, I turn my head slightly, only peeking at him with one eye. “You better go score me a goal, Jaxy.”
“Only one? Easy.”
“And an apple.”
“You’re so fucking cute when you use hockey slang. One goal and an assist coming right up.”
“If you manage to pull it off, then I’ll be waiting in our bed in only your jersey when you get home,” I tell him.
“No need to give me additional motivation, but I’ll take it. I’m pretty sure I’ll never get the image of you fucking my jersey outta my head, but I’ve always fantasized what it’d look like taking you from behind while my name and number are splayed across your back.” He looks pained as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Shit, now I’m going to have to take my pregame nap with a boner.”
“I think I’ll join you for that pregame nap. I’ll need all the rest I can get before Walker gets here.”
