Slap Shot (11 page)

“Rick!” His name peeled from my lips as his tongue thrust higher still. It was so erotic, so teasing—the last shred of sanity was leaving my mind.

He spread my legs wider, his whole face buried in my pussy. I twisted beneath him and held his head closer, harder against me. His tongue slid to my clit again, tearing a groan of appreciation from my chest.

There was a determination about him now and each lash, each caress of his tongue brought me higher, sent me wilder. He knew it, it was his intention. He was in total control of my satisfaction.

My spine arched, my fingers bunched in his hair. I was going to come, it was right there, charging toward me fast and furious and I was welcoming it with open arms, happy to lose myself in him, in wonderful, exquisite sensations.

In a white-hot flurry, surges of ecstasy raced through me. Every nerve ending I possessed was thrown up into the air and landed in a wild, pulsating rhythm. I shook and trembled, fisted his hair, fisted the bedsheets, writhed away from his tongue at the same time I was shoving my pelvis up for more.

He didn’t ease up, he kept lashing at my clit, holding me tight and riding through the climax with me. It was gloriously hard and satisfying.

Suddenly the pressure became overwhelming. “Stop, no more.” I wriggled from his attentions, scissoring my legs together and pushing up the bed. “Wait.”

His mouth and hands left me. Panting, I watched as he sat up and rolled a condom onto his cock. In an instant he was on top of me, kissing me, filling my mouth with my own musky flavor and settling his body over mine.

I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, my breaths sharp and rapid and my pussy still contracting around nothing. I spread my legs, searching for the head of his cock.

“Hang on, catch your breath,” he murmured onto my lips.

“No, it’s okay,” I gasped.

“You just said wait.”

I stretched my hips and bucked upward, tried to impale myself on him. “I don’t want to wait, not anymore.” I balled my hands on his back and tried to pull him nearer.

He didn’t move. His nostrils flared and his eyes took on a glazed look. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, please, get inside me…now.”

His jaw set and his mouth twisted. He reared up, hooked his forearms behind my knees and spread my legs wide, baring my pussy as open as possible. He folded my legs up nearer my body and I grunted as the position jolted air from my lungs.

The thick, smooth head of his cock settled at my entrance and he pushed in an inch, studying his penetration with a heavy, lust-filled gaze.

My back curled forward and I wrapped my hands around his concrete forearms. Just an inch stretched me so damn much. Breath held, I stared at his dense shaft disappearing into my damp, black curls and my shiny pink folds.

“Ah, you’re such a tight fit,” he murmured.

“More,” I gasped.

His hips jerked and he gave me another inch, the hard, round head of his cock reaching my G-spot. Involuntarily I contracted around him and it created a stronger, deeper contact and my pussy fluttered with appreciation.

“Oh baby, that kind of thing is just going to sap my stamina,” he moaned, gliding in farther. He didn’t stop this time and his hips pressed forward until his pubic hair meshed with mine.

I blew out a breath, the intense filling his big cock gave me was only just this side of pleasure. It was wicked. I craved it.

He withdrew so just the tip hovered at my entrance and forged back in, harder, faster, his balls hit against my spread buttocks. I released his arms and grabbed hold of the bars on the headboard, flung my head back to the pillow and shut my eyes as he set up a steady rhythm, repeating the action over and over. “Yes…yes.” I gasped with each thrust, pushing down to meet him. Edgy pleasure had quickly become the brink of ecstasy.

“I want you to come again,” he said.

I stared up at him. Beads of perspiration had formed on his forehead. There was a flush of color on his cheeks. “I will,” I panted, my clit already rubbing wonderfully against his pubic bone and building the pressure.

“Not soon enough,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

“So let me…ride you,” I managed between his thrusts.

Suddenly I was on top, my hands flat over his pecs and my knees folded at his hips.

“Ride,” he groaned, digging his fingers into my thighs and clenching his jaw. “Ride me, wild thing.”

I sat bolt upright and delighted in the new depth this position gave to his penetration. He was so high inside me, stretching me every way. The feeling was so erotic and primitive, I was impaled, possessed. I couldn’t get enough.

Flickering shut my eyes, I began to move, just a little, gyrating my hips and letting my clit catch white-hot sparks of pleasure created from its connection with his hard, hairy body.

“Oh Jesus, every move you make takes me nearer to losing it,” he moaned.

In response, I clamped my pussy around his shaft.

“Fucking hell,” he shouted, shooting upward and encasing me in his arms. His mouth claimed mine as our chests collided, his tongue darting in, urgent and desperate.

Kissing him back, I reached for the first tug of my climax. He took over our movements, his hips pounding up as he held me tight and exactly where he wanted me.

I held his face, my palms against his cheeks, feeling them hollow as his frantic kisses deepened. His hands spread over my back, one tangling in my hair, cradling my skull, the other sweeping down to my butt.

I was climbing up. The point of no return had passed, my orgasm was inevitable. I couldn’t concentrate on our kiss and my mouth went slack, my spine went weak. I was suspended in that wonderful moment where it can’t feel any better, in the knowledge that a fantastic climax was just about to ravish my pussy. As I hung waiting for release, his finger tickled over my anus. I jerked away slightly but he fingered it again, increasing the pressure right at the center.

“Come,” he growled hotly. “Come now.”

The stern command sent me over the edge and as my first, powerful pulsation gripped me, he pushed into my tightly clenched hole.

“Oh god,” I screamed as my entire body became boneless in his arms. Waves of satisfaction careened through my pussy. His finger probed higher, wriggled inside me. My darkest hole clasped the invasion. It was sharp and stinging, a new experience.

Beneath me, his hips gave a savage upward thrust, entering me higher and harder. He froze at the hilt. “Yes…” he hissed. “Fuck, yes.” His hand that had been tangled in my hair was now thrown over my shoulders, forcing me down onto him, spearing me. His cock throbbed, spurting into the condom, and his spasms mixed with mine deep inside my pussy. I shut my eyes and was greeted with red and white, red and white with flashes of purple, and I rode through an intensely satisfying and exquisite orgasm.

“Oh my god,” I gasped as I came back to earth. My blood was surging in my ears, my heart bursting within my chest. “Oh my god, Rick, I…”

His breaths were hot, hard and noisy, his chest heaved against mine. “You’re too damn good, I’m like a horny teenager again whenever I’m with you,” he puffed. “No damn stamina.”

“Rick, you’ve got…you’ve got your finger in my ass.”

His face tipped back far enough to study my expression. His eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed. He didn’t remove his finger. “Yeah,” he said with a wicked twitch of his lips. “Does it feel good?”

“I-I, Rick, please.”

“Please what? You want more?” The finger slid higher, stretching my virginal hole and stroking my internal flesh.

“No, no.” I jolted in his arms.

He eased back so just the tip was inside. His eyes narrowed. “Has anyone touched you here before?” he asked quietly.

“No, Rick, please, and I don’t know if I want
you
to.”

The naughty finger slipped out and my anus clamped shut.

“It felt good though, didn’t it, at the perfect moment?” he asked.

I loosened my grip on his biceps and saw my fingernails had left tiny white crescents on his tan skin. “Yes, yes, it felt good. It all felt good. But I…”

“But you don’t want me in your ass.”

I shook my head.

“Sorry, I should have asked, I just really needed you to come at that very moment so we could share it. I had a feeling that little trick would work.”

“It did, it was…” I paused, searching for the word. “Different.”

“‘Good’ different?”

I smiled. “Yes, good different…intense.”

He kissed me softly. “I get the hint. Unless you ask, no more ass play.”

I lifted up and watched as he tugged off the condom. Then, thoroughly exhausted, I flopped onto the bed, my head sinking into the deep pillow, my limbs stretching out every which way.

He disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the sound of the toilet flushing and running water.

Strolling back in, still gloriously naked, he sprawled next to me, his arm resting loosely on my stomach, his head on the same pillow as mine.

I trickled my fingers through the dark hairs near his wrist and traced the long, lean tendons just below the surface of his skin. “There’s something else you should know,” I said quietly.

“More secrets from the past?” He propped his head on his hand and moved a strand of hair from my cheek.

I looked into his flushed face. It was only fair to tell him. “I haven’t…” I hesitated. “You’ll have to bear with me, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with anyone.”

He gazed intensely down at me, tugging his full bottom lip with his teeth and stretching his prickly soul patch. “How long is long?”

Turning away, I stared up at a crystal ceiling light.

“Dana?”

I sighed.
What the hell.
“Until you, at the wedding the other week…” I sighed. “Two years.”

His eyes widened. “Two years, Jesus, how did you manage that?”

Turning back to him I frowned. “Easy,” I said. “I’m not a very sexual person.”

He grunted. “Not true, you’re the most sexual person I’ve ever had the pleasure of giving pleasure to.” He dipped his head and fluttered his tongue over my left nipple. My eyes shut and I rose for his touch. He palmed the soft flesh and gently lifted it for deeper suction, his warm, moist mouth suckling exquisitely at my nipple.

“Mmm.” I threaded my hands into his thick hair. “That feels so nice the way you do that.”

He lifted his head. “Point proven,” he said, grinning and brushing my lips with his. “You’re a very sexual person.”

I furrowed my brow. I’d fallen into that one.

“But can I just say,” he murmured, “that I’m honored you chose to break your two years’ celibacy with me?”

I rubbed my fingertips over his stubbled jawline. “I don’t know how much rational choice there was. I can’t seem to help myself when you’re around.”

“Good, that makes two of us then,” he said. “I’m guessing when you told me I kept making you break a promise to yourself that is what you were talking about.”

I nodded. I was buzzing for him again, his big, naked body pressed onto mine was irresistible. It felt as though I would never get enough of it, enough of him.

He lifted up and slipped from the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Only to the dresser, I need another condom if I’m going to make love to you slow and indulgently like we planned.” He pulled open the top drawer and plucked out a jumbo pack. “And it seems we’ll have to do it several times over, because you, wild thing, have lost time to make up for.”

* * * * *

“I have to get to practice,” Rick said, holding a tray in front of me.

“On a Sunday?”

“Yeah, we have a game Tuesday plus I’ve got some stuff to work through with Fergal.”

I smiled up at him and hoisted myself higher on the pillows. I felt satisfied and content, optimistic about my day, hopeful about Rick and the future. It was a seriously good feeling. “This looks lovely,” I said, taking the tray set with pancakes, coffee and a small yellow flower with bright pink stamen.

“I figured you don’t get breakfast in bed very often being a workaholic and all that.” He walked over to the window and drew back one of the heavy black curtains. Brilliant sunshine spilled onto the deep-pile carpet.

I blinked and squinted. “You thought right.”

He sat on the edge of the bed. He was wearing jeans and a soft white T-shirt with
Vipers
written in small red stitching over his left chest muscle. His biceps bulged from beneath the sleeves and I wondered if he had to have clothes specially made to accommodate those damn fine muscles of his.

“Will you be here when I get back about three?” he asked.

“I should go home and check a few things, grab my laptop, but yes, I could be back just after three.”

His face broke into a wide smile. “Great,” he said, dropping a kiss to my cheek. “And then we’ll have a special celebration.”

“I think we celebrated in a pretty special way last night, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah, that was something else. But today, baby, is my birthday and you, quite honestly, are the best present I could have ever wished for.”