10. Harrison
Chapter 10
Harrison
I could eat Jessica’s pussy all day long. Her creamy arousal tastes like ambrosia, and her body responds to me so effortlessly. She shivers beneath my lips, and her walls tighten around my tongue. Every part of her is in tune with me. My chest throbs when she cries out and comes on my mouth, knowing this is a gift she’s only shared with me.
I strip off my clothes before getting into bed beside her, pulling her into me and holding her. She fits perfectly against me—all soft curves against my hard planes.
I promised myself I’d wait to have sex again after Shelley, wanting it to mean something, to be special. And there’s no doubt that Jessica is vibrantly, perfectly special.
It’s been two days since we first had sex. Two gloriously amazing days of laughter and contentment and whispered words in the dark. My cock has been buried inside her at every available opportunity. I can’t get enough of her. Don’t think I ever will.
The bed was empty when I woke this morning. I padded to the kitchen to find Jess on the stool at the breakfast bar wearing one of my jerseys. Seeing her tousled hair curling over her shoulders, her legs bare, and the exposed sweep of her heart-shaped ass made me crazy. I could smell my scent mingling with hers, in her hair, on her skin. It was a heady concoction, and something primal reared up inside me.
I swept her up and carried her back to bed, making her keep my jersey on while I ate her sweet cunt until she creamed all over my face.
And now she’s curled up against me, purring like a satisfied kitten after her orgasm. I love watching her come. But I’m not done yet. I’ll never be done with my angel.
“I want you,” I growl, nipping at her mouth. Not just physically. But those words go unspoken. Part of me feels like I’m at the top of a rollercoaster, poised on the edge, waiting for the drop. Waiting for something to screw up this newfound happiness.
Jess looks up at me, and her blue eyes vanquish all other thoughts. I’m in the here and now with her, just the two of us, our arousal swirling around us.
“I’m yours,” she whispers.
No games. No guile. Just my Jess in all her authentic, wonderful glory.
My hand snakes up her back and into her hair. I grip a fistful and pull her head back.My mouth crashes down on hers, a clash of lips, tongues, and teeth. The kiss is messy and needful and fucking perfect. Excitement pinballs around my body, landing in my tight balls, which are throbbing with need.
I kiss her jaw, her throat, tugging the jersey up to reveal her gorgeous tits, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I oblige, sucking a dusky peak into my mouth so her back arches and she sighs. I fist my cock, watching as my precum drips from the glistening tip onto her mound.
“ Please , Harrison. I need you,” Jess moans, placing a hand over mine and guiding me to her entrance.
“You got me, baby,” I grunt, thrusting inside her with one firm flex of my hips.
She cries out as I stretch her, wiggling beneath me to find a good position.
“That’s it, Jess,” I huff, pulling out and driving in again. “You’re taking me so good. Love the way your tight cunt wraps around me.”
Her eyes flare. She loves my dirty talk while we fuck.
I withdraw and slide in again and again, taking longer, deeper strokes and grinding against her clit. She rocks her pelvis in rhythm with mine, and my thrusts become sloppy as my climax approaches like an express train. It builds like a tidal wave of pleasure as her walls flutter around my cock. She cries out as she comes, and I throw my head back and roar my release. My cock throbs deep inside her as I unleash a stream of cum, almost blacking out from the intensity of my climax.
“Fuck. Fuck ,” I grunt, collapsing above her, careful to keep my weight braced on my elbows. I roll to my side, tugging her against me and kissing her forehead. “You okay?”
Jess mumbles, unable to form coherent words. I link my hand with hers and lift them, looking at them—her left hand in mine. I turn them a couple of times, imagining matching rings on our fingers.Yeah. That feels . . . right.
Jessica’s stomach rumbles loudly, and I laugh, bringing our entwined hands to my mouth and kissing her knuckles.“I need to feed you. And I know a great place.”
We shower together, dress, and head out to a cozy breakfast place a few blocks away, ordering eggs and bacon with coffee.
“Have you thought any more about the coaching?” Jess asks once our food has arrived.
“Been kinda distracted by a gorgeous blonde I can’t keep my hands off,” I reply with a smirk.
A blush stains her cheeks. I love that I can still embarrass her after all the wicked things we’ve done together over the last few days.
My phone buzzes with a text from one of my teammates, wanting to meet up to find out what’s going on. But I don’t want to talk about that now. I want to be here with Jessica, enjoying our food.
We chat easily as we eat. It’s one of the things I love about Jess, how relaxed I am with her. I pull myself up short. Wait. I love her? The knowledge settles in my chest. Fuck, yeah, I do. I love her. Am in love with everything about her. I’m not sure what to do with that knowledge. I feel alive and free, yet cautious and vulnerable. It’s an odd mix.
Once we’re done eating, I signal the waitress to bring the bill, pay it, and then pull Jessica to standing, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Come on. Let’s head back and plan what to do for the rest of the day.”
She laughs lightly, another thing I love about her. “I have to work today, Harrison. I have some stuff to catch up on for Mack and Harmony, though it shouldn’t be a super busy day.”
I ignore the twinge of possessiveness as we leave the little restaurant. I know Jess loves her job, and she’s damn good at it. Besides, I need to return Noah’s calls and get my shit together. These last few days with Jess have been the best kind of distraction. She’s given me a sense of peace and belonging I’ve never experienced, and now I know what I want.
Our hands are linked, and she gets on her tiptoes to kiss me. It starts light like it was only meant to be a peck, but it turns hot in seconds.
She sets me on fire—every time.
Once we come up for air and remember we’re in public, we quickly make our way back to my place.
As soon as the door closes behind us, I have her pinned against it, kissing her lips, jaw, and neck, wanting to be buried root deep inside her.
We’re both naked in a matter of seconds. I lift Jess by her gorgeous, rounded ass, and her legs automatically wrap around my waist as I line my thick cock up with her tight entrance.
She slides down my shaft, and there’s no sensation like it. Nothing has ever felt so explosive, so life-affirming, life- altering . Using my thighs and the door for leverage, I rut into her in rough thrusts that have her glorious tits bouncing.
Electricity bolts down my spine and tightens my balls. She shivers, her flesh pebbled, her nipples tight and peaked. I thrust harder, grinding against her clit each time I crash into her. She pants and moans in the way I’ve learned means she’s about to tumble over the edge. Her entire body folds toward me as she grinds against my cock, hungrily chasing her orgasm.
The sight and sound of her coming has me barreling over the edge with her, and I come so hard, I think I might pass out. I stumble backward, holding her as she wriggles her hips, eking out the final pulses of her orgasm.
I drop onto the sofa with her straddling my hips, still buried inside her as we shudder from the aftershocks of our orgasms. I never want to move.
“I could stay like this forever,” she murmurs, echoing my thoughts. “But I need to get moving. I have a meeting.”
I reluctantly let her go, my cock still twitching. I hear the sound of the shower and wish I could join her. Eke out even more pleasure for her and from her, but I know how important her job is to her, and I’m so spent—for now. She satisfies me in ways I never imagined. She completes me.
I tug my clothes on as the shower switches off, and I listen as she putters around, getting ready for work. I want every morning to be like this.
“What are you grinning about?’ she asks as I enter the bedroom, her tone joyful.
“This,” I say, spreading my hands to indicate us.
Her eyes light up, and she nods, her face radiant. There’s so much I want to say. The words are on the tip of my tongue.
“My meeting is at the Jug and Glass bar downtown if you fancy meeting me there afterward?” she asks shyly.
I pull her against me and drop a kiss on her lips. “I’ll be there.”
I spend the next few hours catching up with my teammates, who want to know how I am and what my plans are now I’ve left the team. I give them vague answers, not wanting to give too much away until I have something more concrete to share.
Then I call Noah, who curses me out for ignoring his calls for two days. Once he’s torn me a new asshole, he informs me that Bill Hamble is indeed looking for an assistant coach for The Rangers. Excitement and a sense of purpose bloom in my gut at the news. I’ll need to take some courses, but my experience and knowledge will count for a lot. My teammates will never let me live it down, moving to a rival team, but I'm doing what's right for me for the first time in a long time. A new job and having Jessica in my life is my idea of heaven.
Noah and I chat for a few minutes more, and Noah agrees to set up a meeting before ringing off.
I shower and change, heading to The Jug and Glass a little early. I need to see my woman.
The bar is gloomy, and it takes a second for my eyes to adjust from the brightness outside. I can hear Jessica speaking animatedly to someone and head in the direction of her voice.
When I see who she’s with, I stop dead. Cold dread fills me, and my breathing falters.I see red as I take in the brunette sitting with Jess, laughing and chatting like they’re best friends.
Shelley.
Fury rises to the surface at seeing the woman who almost destroyed my career, my reputation. All common sense flies out the door as I turn furious eyes on Jessica.
“You selling me out?” I demand, causing both women’s heads to spin toward me.
Jessica looks confused. “Harrison?”
“Good to see you again, Harrison,” Shelley says, her voice dripping with venom.
Jessica’s eyes flit between us. “You two know each other?”
“I can’t believe you’d do this.” I shake my head in disgust. “I can’t believe I fell for it.”
I turn and storm out of the bar, my rage building further as bitter memories fight for room in my brain.
I vowed never to be conned by another woman. What a fucking idiot. My plans for the future are crumbling around my ears.