10. Felix
10
FELIX
“ S hit, that’s my phone,” Harper says as she straddles me, my dick mere moments from sinking inside her. She reaches over, grabs it, and stills. “It’s Issy.”
“Ignore her.” Fucking, Issy.
“She’s only going to keep calling,” Harper states, and before I know it, she’s answering the call. “Hey, babe,” she says, sounding high-pitched. “No, you haven’t interrupted anything.” Haven’t interrupted anything? Like hell, she hasn’t. My hands start to slide up and down Harper’s legs. “Yeah, I’m worried about Felix, too.” That has my attention. “I agree. I think her team might play dirty if he doesn’t come to the table.” Harper nods. “Yeah, he’s onto it. I bet he’ll have something for me tonight.” That sounds promising. I wonder if they will find something. Not sure how I’ll feel if I find out there were more men. Harper reaches and slides her thumb over my brow, unwrinkling my frown. She gives me a small smile. Screw this. I grab her by the hips which makes her squeal. “I’m good, I just slipped.” Not yet she hasn’t, but in two point five seconds, she will have as I slide my cock between her wet folds and nudge at her entrance. Harper frantically shakes her head, those blue eyes widening in disbelief as I slowly slide myself into her. She bites her bottom lip as she tries to stifle the moan that is begging to fall from her lips. She flips me off and I chuckle. “That was no one,” she says to Issy on the phone. No one. I’ll show you no one. My hand slips between us and starts circling her clit as I move inside her. Harper tries to hold on with each of my thrusts, but she falls forward on one hand, and it lands on my shoulder, giving me better access to thrust harder. She closes her eyes and tries to contain herself.
“I’m meeting up with … Felix …” Harper’s eyes roll, “… for dinner tonight.” One of my hands plucks a nipple and a whimper falls out. “Just a scratchy throat,” she tells Issy. “We can talk about strategic ideas then.” Harper glares at me which makes me smile. “Sorry, babe, I was about to have a massage, but I’ll be in touch tomorrow and let you know. Yeah, bye,” she says before hanging up. “You fucking asshole,” she yells, slapping me.
“Hey, ouch.” I laugh as I try to defend myself.
She looks down at her phone to make sure her call is disconnected, then locks it before throwing it away. “I can’t believe you did that. Of all the people.”
“Thought you could multitask.”
“I’m a great multitasker,” she says through gritted teeth, “but having my friend’s client shove their cock up me while I’m on the phone to their agent was a first.”
“It was hot.”
“No, it wasn’t”
“Kind of a little hot.”
Harper can’t hide her smirk. “It’s mortifying.”
“I think you mean, naughty . You were being a very naughty girl, Harper, taking that call when I was trying to fuck you,” I tell her.
“I was trying to help fix your life.”
“And I was trying to give you an orgasm.” My hands grip her hips as I hold her against my cock. A sigh falls from her lips as she grinds herself against me.
“Urgh, fine, you’re right. But you also know Issy wouldn’t have stopped calling,” she says through gritted teeth as she starts to bounce on my cock.
“Please don’t say my agent’s name while my cock is buried inside you.”
Harper smirks as she leans forward and kisses me. The kiss is slow, languid, and explorative as if we have all the time in the world, and maybe we do. We have nowhere to go, no one to see, just the two of us. Maybe I should take my time with this beautiful woman instead. I flip us over onto her back and deepen the kiss, running my fingers through her hair. My teeth nibble her lips, our tongues duel, and I achingly slowly start to slide in and out of her, using every core muscle I have, it’s torture, but, fuck, it feels so good. Harper’s legs widen as she takes me deeper, her back arching wanting more, trying to urge me to go faster with her heels on my ass. No. I’m enjoying this way too much.
“Felix,” she moans, “please fuck me,” she begs.
“I thought I was fucking you, princess.” I continue to roll my hips slowly.
“I want it faster.”
“What’s the hurry?” I ask. Those blue eyes look up at me. “We have no place to be. Isn’t the point of this week to learn to slow down?”
“Mentally, not sexually,” she bites back, and the cutest pout forms across her lips. Leaning forward, I start to lay tiny kisses down her neck, nipping every so often until I reach her collarbone. She squirms beneath me. Then I start on the other side of her neck giving it the same treatment as before. “Felix.” She sighs as my lips move down over her collarbone, down across her chest until I reach one of her tits. Her dusty pink nipples are hard peaks and the deep guttural moan that Harper lets out when I suck one of them in my mouth, I feel it in my balls. Her pussy tightens around me, sending white-hot heat up my spine. My hands, tongue, lips, and teeth devour her tits as I lose myself. I never realized how much of a boob guy I am or maybe it’s just her perfect tits that drive me wild, but I can’t get enough of them.
“Please, Felix,” Harper begs again, her nails running down my back, piercing the skin, as her heels dig into my ass urging me to fuck her harder. So, I do, I pull almost all the way out and slide back in harder, deeper than before. “Yes,” Harper screams, which undoes me, and the control I had disappears as pure and utter need takes over. “Yes, yes,” she continues to scream as I fuck her, harder, deeper, until nothing outside of us exists. I can’t hear the ocean, nor the tropical birds, nothing but her screams. My balls tighten the closer I get.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her.
“Yes,” she calls out.
The next thing I do is pull out of her and come all over her fucking tits. Fuck. That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My hand continues to jerk myself until there is nothing left. And because I’m a gentleman, as much as she may have screamed for my cock, I know she didn’t come. Before she has a chance to get up, I dive between her legs.
“Fuck, Felix,” she whimpers, her hands grabbing hold of my hair as my tongue toys with her clit. It doesn’t take her long as she was already there, a long hard suck of her clit has her coming on my tongue. I continue to lap up every single drop, satisfied that she’s satisfied. I lift myself up from between her thighs and grin at the mess that is still there on her chest.
“Stay there, let me clean you up,” I tell her. She looks down as if forgetting what I had just done and nods. I carefully, on Jell-O legs, get off the bed, walk into my bathroom, and grab the two hand towels, wetting one before bringing them back to her. I carefully and slowly wipe myself from her tits. I think I’ve unlocked a new kink as I swipe everything from her creamy skin, and then with the dry towel, I finish her off. Then I throw the towels off the bed and slide up beside her.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey,” she answers, looking down at me before we burst out laughing at the awkwardness. “That was fun.”
“It was. Is that what you were looking for when you came over?” I ask.
“Pretty much.” She smirks.
“Glad I could be of service.”
“Stellar service, ten out of ten,” she jokes.
“Wow. Glowing review. I’ll take it.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.” She grins, rolling her eyes at me.
“I promise to stay humble in light of my stellarific cock.”
Harper swats me playfully. “Least you fuck better than you play tennis.”
I feign hurt. “You hustled me. Issy told me you could have been a professional tennis player.”
“Oh, did she now?” Harper asks, raising her brow.
“She asked me what I did today, and I said we played tennis and that you beat my ass.”
“I detect no lies.” She giggles.
“And that’s when she told me about your tennis prowess.”
Harper shakes her head. “There is no way on this Earth I was ever going to be disciplined enough to become a professional athlete.”
“I get it.”
“Plus, I hate working out. I like sleeping in and love champagne,” she explains.
“All valid reasons.” I chuckle. She swats me again, knowing I’m teasing her. “I get up between six and seven most mornings, have breakfast, and head to the training center by nine or ten then I’m in bed by ten at night. If I have a late game, then I’m probably not home till midnight as we work out after the game.”
“You have to work out after the game?” she asks.
“Yeah, for recovery. We cool down, five minutes on a bike, and then move into stretches. It helps our bodies to recover, and we sustain fewer injuries,” I explain.
“I had no idea. Can you party after a game?”
“Yeah, depends on the schedule. If we have to travel right away or have a back-to-back game, then we wouldn’t. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen, it depends on who we are playing and if we win or lose. But yeah, we can party within reason.”
“Never really thought about the life of a hockey player before. How long do you get off between seasons? Do you have to work out or can you just go crazy?”
“Depending on if you make the play offs or not. Unfortunately, this year we missed out so our time off is longer. Training camp will start up again mid-September, so you better be fit by then, otherwise, the coaches will make your life hell. If you maintain your fitness while on summer break it’s easier to get back into,” I tell her.
“Are you supposed to be working out now?”
“I’ve given myself the week off, but technically, I’ve been getting my cardio in.” I grin at her.
“Oh.” She giggles, realizing what I mean. “Glad I could be part of your gym plan.”
“You’re my favorite kind of workout,” I say, reaching out and cupping her neck as I pull her to me and kiss her softly. “But now I am truly starved. All this …” I say, rubbing my hand over my naked body “… needs fuel.” I grab the tablet and start swiping through the menu. “Did you want anything?”
“You want me to stay?”
I frown. “Of course, we can watch something on TV or whatever, while we eat.”
Harper’s face lights up. “Okay sounds great. Get whatever and I’ll pick from it.”
“Are you sure? I do eat a lot.”
“We can order more if needs be,” she states.