Page 20 of Final Score

30 minutes later, Fallon proved her skills, by having the most clothing still on her body. Sitting in the corner in an oversized t-shirt, she watched as Jenner and I both folded this round. Jenner and Oliver were both in their boxer briefs, and I was in nothing but a bra and panties. Oliver watched Fallon intently before throwing a handful of chips into the center of the table.

A mischievous grin spread across Fallon’s face as she laid a royal flush on the table. “Read em’ and weep.”

“No way! You cheated! Where are you hiding the cards?” Oliver yelled, his accent becoming stronger with every word. Throwing his full house of cards down, he moved Fallon’s chair away from the table with her still in it. Proceeding to inspect the table around her.

Oliver was just as muscular as Jenner, and I watched as he stood defeated and mumbling underneath his breath., I caught Jenner’s heated gaze a second later. He’d caught me admiring his best friend’s body… I was in trouble now. Jenner pounced. Throwing me over his shoulder, as I came face to face with his tattoos.

He carried me up the stairs and into his bedroom before I can say anything. Trapping my body against the door, he kisses me deeply every inch of his body pressing against my own. Skin on skin, our hands roamed each other lazily. Just as the kiss was getting heated, Jenner pulls away, panting.

“You are mine.” He growls, his eyes blazing with lust as they trail down my body. “You’ve been torturing me all night and I have a promise to uphold.”

Jenner leans closer, wrapping a hand around my back, un-snapping my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He gives each breast a hard squeeze before bending onto his knees, his hands slowly making their way down my body. My breath hitches as he kisses each hip bone, pulling my lower half away from the door. I watch as he takes the black thong into his mouth, removing them from my body with only his teeth. God, that was sexy.

My heart races as he walks me backwards toward his bed, kissing me hungrily. “Lay down.” He commands.

I do as I’m told, laying diagonally across his comforter, as Jenner pulls a chair in front of the bed. Sitting, he watches me carefully before speaking. “For your first orgasm, I want to watch.”

“You want to watch?” I ask, self-consciously.

“Yes.” He answers calmly, spreading my legs open wide. He stares longingly at the apex of my thighs before locking his gaze with mine. “You are gorgeous. Now show me how you like to be touched.”

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, running my hands along my sides. You can do this, pretend you’re alone. It’s not like you haven’t thought about him doing this before... it can’t be that different, right? I cup my breasts, rolling the already hard nipples between my fingers once, twice, three times before drifting my right hand down my body. I hesitate, my fingers hovering just above my clit. This is weird.

As if sensing my thoughts, Jenner closes his hand over my own, bringing it to the warm wetness between my thighs. “Touch yourself, Katherine.” He urges, his hand disappearing. My eyes open at the loss. Jenner is sitting legs spread in front of him, one hand down his briefs.

Biting my lip, I watch as he runs a hand over the growing bulge in his underwear. Ok, I can do this. I run my fingers down up and down my wet folds, mimicking Jenner’s movements. Picking up speed, I circle two fingers over my clit, applying more pressure with each passing stroke. My breathing increases as I close my eyes again, lost in the pulsing sensation building in my body. I move my hand further down, slipping a finger deep inside when I hear Jenner groan.

“Keep going.” He whispers, his voice filled with lust as wetness pools from my body and onto the comforter below. Removing a finger, I insert another, wishing it was Jenner’s hand inside of me and not my own. I pump my fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, rocking my hips with each pass. My back arches as I find just the right angle, curling my fingers and picking up speed. The pressure had been building since Jenner pushed me against the door and I was close already.

“Oh god.” My breath hitches, taking in the sight of Jenner’s briefs pulled low, a hand wrapped roughly around the base of his long, hard cock. He had to be eight inches, at least. He worked a hand quickly up and down the shaft before squeezing the head, a drop of pre-cum spilling from the tip. Watching a moment longer, I work my fingers furiously, adding a third, rubbing my clit with my other hand. A loud moan leaves my lips as I spiral into a long, intense orgasm.

Jenner pushes the chair back from the bed, running his hands up my legs, his face hovering between my thighs. “You’re so wet. I need a taste.”

“Jenner, don’t I’m too sensitive. Give me a second.” I squeal as his arms pin me in place before his tongue licks a single swipe up my pussy. My hips move off the bed of their own accord, as my head falling to the side. “Screw what I just said. Do that again.”

Jenner pauses, staring into my eyes. “No one else gets to see you like this, understood?” He asks.

I nod as he licks me once more. My body shaking, already sensitive, as he wraps his lips around my clit, sucking and licking the hardened bud. He laps at the wetness seeping from my core, like a man dying of thirst, curling his tongue inside. My hips rock against his face, searching for more friction. I can feel the pressure building inside as my temperature rises, a fresh sheen of sweat glistening against my skin. Placing powerful hands against my hip bones, Jenner devours me.

I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can focus on is the feeling of his tongue and lips against my skin, and I never want it to stop. Hockey isn’t the only thing he’s the best at. Damn. Then he hits a spot deep inside me that makes me beg. “Please, Jenner.” I ask, not caring how desperate I sound. I need release. Groaning against my skin, he sucks my throbbing clit into his mouth, releasing a moan I’m sure Fallon and Oliver could hear from downstairs.

“Faster,” I beg, almost on the edge. He continues his assault while slipping two expert fingers inside my pussy, moving them quickly back and forth. He sucks my clit harder, biting it softly as he curls his fingers, and that’s all it takes. I’m thrown off a cliff and into my second orgasm in 20 minutes.

I don’t know when I come down, but when I do, my head is laying on a pillow, and Jenner is holding a warm washcloth between my legs.

“Hi beautiful.” He whispers, kissing me on the lips.

“Is this heaven?” I joke, waiting to re-gain feeling in my limbs.

“It’s my kind of heaven.” He laughs, laying next to me on the bed. I roll closer, my body brushing up against his still hard cock.

Jenner’s eyes roll into the back of his head, his body tensing as I place a hand overtop of his boxers, squeezing it through the fabric. “Let me return the favor.”

“One day you can, but tonight was all about you.” He answers, removing my hand before covering us both with a blanket. “For tonight, we get some rest. I think you need it after that.” He chuckles, kissing my shoulder and wrapping an arm around my waist.

He wasn’t wrong. My eyes were already closing as I welcomed his warmth against my skin. I fell asleep listening to the sound of Jenner’s breathing. He was nothing like what I had expected going into our agreement.

He was a walking contradiction. Both kind and arrogant at the same time. I never knew which version I was going to get, and even then, I had a feeling there was more to him than I had yet to figure out. He was a mystery. I didn’t know how to solve while simultaneously keeping the walls up around my heart, but I was willing to try.