A Regular Thing (BCU #1)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Should I be doing this?

JAKE

Normally I sound extremely cocky when I say that I know we’re going to win—but tonight we’re fucking crushing it.

Something has to be up with Vermont University, ’cause their team cannot defend for shit. Their goalie has allowed us to score too many goals within the first two periods, they’ll never be able to catch up.

If Kieran let this many slide, Coach would have his head on a stake the second we got back to campus. It would serve as a warning for anyone else who fucks up that badly.

Blowouts are hard to come by, but I have a feeling tonight we’ll be celebrating.

It’s pathetic for Vermont, considering how much shit their center has been talking the entire game. Austin Trent always talks about how good of a player he is and how his team would be nothing without him.

And yet he hasn’t scored a single goal all game .

Trent’s had two breakaways tonight, one when Eli was preoccupied with one of their wings, and the other when I may have been looking in the stands to see if Vanessa was watching me.Lucky for me, I’m fast on my skates and Kieran blocked the shot before anyone could even blink.

We’re in the third period and only have about two minutes left. There’s no way they’ll be able to catch up. Even if we pulled Kieran out of the net, we’d still beat them by a landslide.But they’ll try anything to get a number on that board to score points for this season.

Trent skates toward our net, but Eli and I are already ahead of him, anticipating his next move. He winds back, setting himself up to try to take a slap shot. I pump my legs faster, trying to get to him before he has the chance to shoot.I’m a second too late and as he shoots, I slide into him, both of us slamming into the boards as Kieran saves the puck.

No whistle, so my hit was clean. I’m pretty good at hitting hard but clean. I don’t try to hurt another guy ’cause I know exactly how that feels. But fuck, my shoulder is definitely going to hurt later from that one.

The play is stopped, and Vermont’s coach calls for three of their guys to swap.

“That was a dirty hit, Shepherd. You better watch your fucking back.” Austin skates over to me, he’s the do you know who my father is type of guy. He’s also notorious for hogging the puck and not being a team player, which is redundant because hockey is literally a team sport.

I don’t know what it is with a lot of these college captains, but most of them have this superiority complex where they believe that they’re better than everyone else. We’re lucky to have a guy like Nate as our captain because even though he comes from money, he never makes you feel like a lesser human being. I swear some of these trust fund kids are so obnoxious, it’s nice to make them feel like shit during a game.

“Take a good look at that scoreboard, Trent. I’ll score another just for you.” I wink and blow a kiss at him as he continues to his bench, which only causes him to grunt like a fucking neanderthal.

Some guys are so easy to piss off. I live for it.

Shit-talking is all part of the game. It fuels your adrenaline.When someone says something to piss me off I turn into an absolute machine. My mind blanks and my body knows exactly what limits to push itself to. I don’t experience that too often, but when I do, the guys know when to back off and let me be.

The clock counts down again as Nate takes control of the puck. He gets over the center line and both of Vermont’s defensemen are on him immediately. Their coach has clearly been paying attention during the game because Nate is always our highest scorer. For the rest of the game, Vermont’s players will be looking at him closely and playing dirty.

Coach has taught us what to do in this exact situation. If Nate is ever double-teamed, we do what Coach calls the swing. Nate keeps the puck tight and close and looks over to Levi who is trying to get an opening.

My turn.

I whistle loudly, skating behind Nate to signal I’m open. Nate flicks his wrist and sends the puck right into my stick. I weave past their forward and have a clean shot right to the net. The only one who can stop me now is the goalie. And given his record tonight, he shouldn’t be a problem. I look into the stands for a split second and catch Vanessa with her camera—filming me .

Time to give her a little show.

I skate hard and fast toward the net. I’ve have this trick shot that I like to throw into the mix every now and again. I showed Eli how to do it during our summer training, but he shoots the puck too high every time. But this is something I’ve worked years to perfect.

During the summer my dad would take me to an indoor rink and work on some drills with me. He’s not the best skater, so he mostly would pass me the puck and we’d focus on stickhandling.It was a random summer day, and I was playing around with the puck on the ice while waiting for my dad to lace up his skates. I did this weird figure-eight movement with my stick, and my dad thought it would be a fun trick shot if we were able to incorporate it into a play. For the remainder of that summer we worked on it until finally I came up with my own unique trick shot. My dad calls it the eighth wonder.

To successfully maneuver it, you have to be close to the net and give it the force of a slap shot.I scoop up the puck and keep it balanced on my stick. I flick my wrist in a figure-eight motion and send the puck flying into the net. The goalie’s glove reaches a second too late.

We win 5–0.

My shoulder is killing me. It’s only been a few hours since our game and I can already tell I’m going to need to ice and heat it before bed.

I wish I was in my own bed tonight rather than rooming with Kieran, sleeping on a hard hotel mattress with starchy sheets.

At least this is one of the nicer hotels we’ve stayed in.

I remember we once stayed at this grimy motel during one of our away games. Instead of staying right in town, Coach accidentally booked us with the wrong hotel, and we were staying in the outskirts. The hotel smelt moldy and had these sheets that looked like they hadn’t been changed since the sixties.

But this hotel has good amenities. Most of us have been hanging out at the bar ever since we got back from our team dinner.Some of the guys decided to stay out for a couple of beers, but my stomach is full of wings and beer. I’m ready to do nothing but lie in bed and watch The Office.

It’s only a little after nine, but the hallways are empty, my bed is going to be so— That’s my best friend’s bare ass .

I cover my eyes with my hand and face toward the door. “God dammit, Kieran, can you put a sock on the door or something next time?”

My voice scares the shit out of them. “Jake, get the fuck out!”

I grab the handle of the door and head out before I catch a glimpse of something I definitely shouldn’t.

“I’ll be in Eli and Nate’s room when you’re done,” I call out as the door shuts behind me.

I’ve seen Kieran’s ass probably a million times by now. I mean, hell, we all shower in the same locker room. Dicks don’t even surprise me anymore.I walk across the hall to Nate and Eli’s room. I knock once. Twice. Three times. Finally I hear heavy footsteps.

Nate opens the door slowly and the light from the hall illuminates his room. He was sleeping? You’ve got to be kidding me. We’re the same age but sometimes Nate acts like he’s years older. He’s definitely wiser.

“What?” Nate’s voice is laced with sleep and annoyance. As soon as we got back from dinner, he and Eli went straight up to their rooms, no post-game beers with the boys in the lobby bar.

“C’mon, old man, there’s no way you were already in bed?”

He looks both ways down the hall, making sure the coast is clear for whatever he’s about to say.

“Eli and I ate some gummies at dinner and I’m too tired to even finish the story.”

I look up at his face and take notice of how red his eyes are. Oh, gummies. Yeah, I take back what I said about him being wiser. You’d think he’d know by now what his tolerance levels are.

“Oh, what happened to Mr. Responsible?” I push his shoulder and he almost loses his balance. Okay, yup, he’s definitely stoned.

“I thought they were CBD, but I guess I read the packaging wrong. What do you want, Shep?”

“Kieran has a girl in the room, so I need a place to chill for a while.” I try to squeeze past him to get into his room, but he puts his arm up, blocking the entrance.

“No, I want to pass the fuck out and I know that your dumbass will put on a movie and you won’t stop talking throughout the whole thing.”

I don’t always talk during movies. Most times, maybe, but if there’s something I see that I want to talk about or a theory of what the plot twist might be, I have to share it. It would be rude to not share my thoughts with other people.

“C’mon, I thought captains were supposed to help their teammates?”

“Yeah, well, not tonight. Go sit in the sauna or the hot tub for an hour. I’m sure that’ll give Kieran more than enough time to finish with whoever he’s fucking.”

The idea of hot water and jets makes my body spasm. It would feel heavenly on my aching muscles. Especially my shoulder.

“Great idea, except what the hell am I supposed to wear?” I refer to my sweatpants and hoodie I’m currently wearing. If I was planning on swimming then I would’ve brought swim trunks with me, but considering we’re here to play hockey, it seemed a bit redundant to pack.

“Sounds like a you problem. See you in the morning, Shep.” He shuts the door in my face, and I hear the bolt lock on the other side.

I guess I could always strip down to my boxers. It’s not like anyone’s going to notice what’s going on under all the bubbles anyway.

I head downstairs to the pool; the hallways are still fairly empty, thank fuck . Normally hotels are packed with people and families. Kids are always running up and down the halls, playing pranks and knocking on random doors. The occasional businessman sits in the lounge, two vodka tonics deep, flirting with the waitress. It’s the same at every hotel.

The only difference about this one is there’s no one in the pool this late. Except for one person.

I make my voice as deep as it possibly can go and do my best impersonation of Coach Wilson. “Ms. Nichols, what do you think you are doing?”

“Jesus Christ!” She shrieks, almost tossing her book in the water. “Jake, what the hell, you nearly scared me half to death. What is wrong with you?”

I can’t help the laughter that escapes me. I would pay serious money to have that recorded forever. The look of pure horror on her face for a split second, thinking she was caught.

“C’mon, it’s a little funny.”

Vanessa’s eyes look dark as she shoots me a glare that could kill a man. She shakes the book, a few droplets of water falling from her page. It looks fine, minimal damage at most.

I strip down to my boxers and toss my clothes onto a nearby lounge chair. Vanessa’s eyes are attached to my body as I walk toward the stairs of the hot tub, and I pretend like I don’t notice. She quickly averts her stare as I walk in, making it seem like she wasn’t just eye fucking me.

Sneaky girl.

The hot water immediately eases the tension in my body, and I almost collapse onto the bench next to Vanessa. I settle into the corner, the jets pounding against my lower back and my shoulder. The massage feels heavenly. That last hit tonight definitely sent me over the edge in the pain department. I’m ready to sit here for the next hour and let the jets work their magic. And maybe annoy Vanessa a little.

I let out a groan in pleasure as one of the knots in my shoulder gets repeatedly hit with the strong water pressure. We need to invest in a hot tub at the house.

“So what are you up to tonight? Drinking wine and reading your hockey porn instead of going out with the guys?”

“No.” She looks at me for a moment, then sighs in defeat. “Okay, maybe I was doing that. I didn’t feel like interrupting and there was nothing good on TV, so here I am.” She motions to the wine and book she set down.

“I’m sure the guys would’ve loved to hang out with you in a bikini.” I don’t know what it is, but flirting and irritating Vanessa are probably my two favorite things.

“Hence why I came here, alone . That is until you interrupted me.”

I’m starting to think she loves to bicker with me. The funny thing is, if she thinks this annoys me, she’s completely wrong. I will bicker with her until those eyes get stuck in the back of her head from rolling them so much.

“All right, all right I’ll keep to myself. I just wanted to come down here to relax until I can go back to my room.”

“What’s wrong with your room? Not up to your high-class standards?”

“I love how you think I’m just a stuck-up snob. But alas that’s not the case.” I grin at her as she moves her hand in a circular motion, silently asking me to continue. “Kieran currently has a girl in there and I don’t enjoy watching, which is why I’ll be here for the next hour.”

She makes a noise that is a mix between a hmm and an ugh sound.

“What?”

Vanessa shifts on the bench, situating herself so now she’s sitting directly across from me. “I thought Kieran might’ve been interested in Maddie, but maybe I was picking up wrong signals.”

Huh. Glad to know I wasn’t the only one who thought that. The way he acts around her is different from the way he interacts with Vanessa and Sydney. But I would know if anything was going on. Kieran might be reclusive with a lot of stuff going on in his life, but I’m his best friend, he tells me everything.

“Well, she’s hot and definitely his type.” I lean my head back, closing my eyes and focusing on the hot water. “Enjoy your book and your wine. If I fall asleep and start drowning, save me, will ya?”

She giggles at my comment. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you sleep with the fishes.”

Did she just quote The Godfather ? Nothing’s hotter than a girl quoting one of your favorite movies. Actually, scratch that, nothing is sexier than a girl in a bikini, wearing glasses, and quoting one of your favorite films. Fuck , the red fabric over her breasts is so thin I can see her nipples, the smallest movement would have her bare to the world.

Fucking hell, stop being a creep.

I lean back into the water, and it feels like my body is melting away. The temperature is hot, but not burning.The soft spa music playing in the background is just about lulling me to sleep. Until I hear a small, almost inaudible gasp come from Vanessa’s mouth. I peek an eye open to see what she’s doing. Vanessa is holding her book close to her face, sipping the remainder of her wine.

Clearly there’s something entertaining happening in her book.

I close my eyes and focus on the distant ache of my muscles being relieved. I wonder what exactly she’s reading. All I gathered from her explanation is that it’s a romance novel about an NHL player in Vancouver and his best friend’s younger sister. I don’t know how that could pique anyone’s interest, but with the way Vanessa is blowing through the book, it makes me think that there’s a huge following for this kind of stuff out there. Who knew?

As I sit and relax, the only sounds are the soft music in the background and Vanessa’s little reactions to her book. I never knew that watching or listening to someone read could be so entertaining. I want to know what’s causing her to laugh, gasp, and moan.

Another sharp breath escapes her lips, and she accidentally runs her foot up my leg, immediately pulling away as she felt the movement.

“Sorry.”

I look over at her, my head still relaxing on the side of the hot tub. She never has to apologize for touching me.

“No need, it felt nice.”

The heat rises from her chest to her face, and I can’t tell if it’s because she’s embarrassed or the water is too hot for her.

“I think I just got too into the book and forgot where I was.” She grabs her bottom lip between her teeth and redirects her focus back to the novel in her hands.

A second later, I hear the clap of the book closing quickly.

“Actually, uh, I—I’m just gonna head back to my room. Y’know…to sleep.” She puts down her book on the side of the hot tub and climbs out, walking toward her towel and shoes sitting on the lounge chair. Her cheeks are still flushed, and it’s definitely not the water temperature causing the redness.

I swim over to where she was just seated and grab the book before she can come back to get it. She dog-eared the page she was on and I’m curious to see what has her all hot and bothered.

I quickly skim the pages while she dries off, completely unaware of what I’m reading. As I scan the page, it’s basically filled with porn, just in written form. Fuck, this shit is hot. Maybe men should start reading this kind of stuff. It definitely would help some guys in the bedroom. Me? Definitely not. I’ve never had any complaints, only praise. But some guys could learn a thing or two.

Before I can react, the book is snatched right out of my hands.

“Excuse me, that’s private.” Vanessa wedges the book under her arm, out of my reach.

“That’s some hot stuff in there, Ness.”

Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. Is she embarrassed? I would bet any amount of money that she’s going to go back to her room to continue to read in private.

“Thanks for the company, I’ll see you in the morning.” She tosses the small empty bottle of wine in the trash on her way out, waving her hand above her head to signal goodbye. “Don’t drown! The team might need you.”

A minute goes by, and I try to refocus on relaxing.

Five minutes go by and all I can think of is Vanessa going back to her room to please herself while reading that book.It was clear as day that was what she intended to do tonight. The brief few sentences I got to read even had me turned on. I can imagine her now, splayed across her bed, her fingers gliding in and out— fuck , I shouldn’t be imagining her doing dirty things to herself. Even if I want to imagine all the dirty things I could do to her.

Another five minutes pass and I sit here, letting the jets pound out all my knots.

Fuck it, I can’t sit here any longer.

My feet move without my brain telling them to. I wrap a towel around my waist and spend no time putting my clothes back on. I collect them into a ball, not caring if they get wrinkled or not.

Should I be doing this? She did say that she wanted some alone time and privacy—but how am I supposed to give that to her when I know exactly what she’s doing all alone in that room?

I’ve tried hard to just be friends with her, but I can’t stop thinking about Vanessa that way. I’ll take any opportunity to touch her, even if it’s just having her feet in my lap and I’m tracing circles, thinking about her. Thinking about if she likes my touch or thinks about me when she’s alone.

My feet stop in front of Vanessa’s door.

All right, Jake, you made it this far.

Fuck, I don’t know. The proper thing to do would be to leave her alone and go back to my room and just rub one out in the shower thinking about Vanessa touching herself. But when do I ever do the proper thing?

I pound my fist against the door before I can talk myself out of it.

The door swings open after a minute of waiting, Vanessa looks disheveled in a baggy T-shirt and tight pink boxers. “Oh, Jake, hey…” Her hair is tousled and messy, and her breathing uneven.

I think I have caught her in the middle of the act.

“You okay, Ness? You seem to be a little out of breath.”

Vanessa’s eyes flick back and forth, clearly trying to think of a lie. But I think I know exactly what she was doing.

“Do you mind?” I motion to my half-naked body standing in the hallway. As she takes notice of my lack of clothing, she steps aside, allowing me to come in.

Oh God, what am I doing here?

Okay, that question was redundant. I know exactly what I’m doing here.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as badly as I want Vanessa.Girls don’t normally have this effect on me. I meet a girl, we hook up, end of story. But Vanessa is completely different. I’ve been telling myself it’s because we didn’t hook up, and that’s why I want her so bad. Except I find myself asking her questions about herself whenever I get the chance. If I see her reading a book or an article, I always ask her what it’s about. My brain is hardwired on Vanessa, and it won’t stop.

I scan the room as she shuts the door behind me. Her sheets are strewn across the bed. Her book lies open on one of the pillows like it was just tossed aside without a thought.

Yeah, she was definitely up to something.

“Doing a little late-night reading?” I ask, walking toward the bed.

My hand barely brushes the book and Vanessa bolts to the bed as she sees what I’m reaching for. She slaps her hand on top of the book, stopping me from picking it up.

“Don’t touch that.” She holds the book to her chest, crossing her arms over it as if they’re shielding me from the content inside the pages. Too bad I already got a taste, and I know exactly what she was reading.

“Why?” Her face scans mine, but I cut her off before she gives me an answer. “You don’t want me to see what’s getting you off. What is it? Praise kink? BDSM?”

My assumptions make her blush. “No, it’s not that, you snoop.”

Vanessa takes a step back but doesn’t realize how close she is to the bed and loses her footing. I reach out and catch her at her waist. Lucky for her, I have amazing reflexes.Her chest is rising faster, and I swear I can hear the rapid beating of her heart.

“What’s in the book, Vanessa?” I still have my arm wrapped around her waist. I really don’t want to let go.

She hesitates, internally debating whether she wants to share this information with me.

“They’re not having sex, he’s just…eating her out. It’s hot.” That is hot. I never thought Vanessa would be such an easy girl to please. One tiny little sex scene and here she is all hot and bothered.

“All it takes is a good sex scene and you’re all set, huh?”

Now she takes notice of my hand on her lower back and decides to put space between us, pushing against my chest to create more room.

“When you haven’t had sex in months, it doesn’t take much. Obviously you’ve never had that issue.”

She’s right. I never really go through dry spells unless I purposely want to.

“God, it’s so embarrassing. Why am I even telling you this?” She walks toward the desk and puts the book on the surface. “Does it make me pathetic that something as dumb as a sports romance can turn me on?”

Definitely not.

“Damn, Ness, if you wanted to fuck a hockey player all you had to do was ask.” I wink, my comment causing her to laugh.She could ask me to do anything right now and I’d say yes.

Vanessa rolls those devilish eyes at me. “In your dreams, Jake. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of this”—she motions to her body—“issue without you. I was already in the process of doing so until you interrupted me.”

It seems like I’ve been interrupting her a lot tonight.

I take a seat on her bed and rest against her headboard, tucking my arms behind my head. “Oh please, don’t stop on my account.”

The frustration is clear on her face. Can girls experience blue balls? ’Cause I think I just cock-blocked Vanessa from finger-fucking herself.

“You’re infuriating.”

Maybe I can offer my own services. Although the last time I did that, she shut me down. Can my ego handle being turned down again?

Let’s find out.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I stopped by and interrupted you.” I stand and walk closer to where she’s standing next to the desk.

Vanessa’s eyes narrow at me. “What the hell are you talking about?”

I sigh. “Look, I’m great at making women come, and you need an orgasm. Therefore, I’ll let you live your hot sports romance fantasy while I eat you out.”

And now she’s looking at me as if I have three heads. Maybe no one’s ever been this blunt with her before.

Her head shakes profusely. “No. Nope. No way.”

And my ego flies completely out the window. Oh for three. I guess some girls are just unattainable, even for me.

“All right, fine.” I put my hands up, backing away from her. “Go back to your hand and your hockey porn fantasy. If you need me, you know what room I’m in.”

I make my way toward the door and grab my clothes off the floor. I’m hoping that Kieran is done by now or I’ll be sitting in front of my room half-naked.

My hand is on the doorknob, twisting it open when she calls out. “Wait.”

I release the handle and turn back to her. She’s standing next to the bed, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

“Do you really want to, uh…”

“Eat you out?” She nods at my question. “Ness, I would do anything you’d ask. All you have to do is ask .”

I walk over to her, standing next to the bed. Her glasses magnify the size of her mossy-green eyes and fuck, do they have me trapped. There’s a fleck of gold around the rim of her iris that I never noticed before.

Staring down at her I can tell that she’s hesitant, fighting with her inner self over what to do. She’s probably bickering with her conscience, deciding whether she should go through with this. I’m hoping that the devil on her shoulder convinces her to listen to what she wants and not what she thinks would be right.

She deserves to have fun. I can’t imagine going months without any sort of physical touch.

I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and move my lips, so they hover over her exposed neck. I wait to see if she pulls away, if she tells me to stop. I would never do anything that would make her, or any girl, uncomfortable.

Instead, she stretches her neck to the side. I start to pepper featherlight kisses along the side of her jaw. As I make my way down her neck I feel her pulse going erratic under my lips. The sensation causes goose bumps to rise on her skin.

“Tell me what you want, Ness.” My throat is scratchy. I feel like I’m parched and she’s the closest glass of water. I want to drink her in.

Slowly, I back her up onto the bed, positioning my body over hers. I hover over her, making eye contact as I start tracing small circles on her inner thighs, causing a shiver to go through her body. I hope she doesn’t mind my calloused hands, but that’s what years of playing hockey will do.

“Ness?”

“Hmm?” My touch clearly distracts her.

“Tell me.” I stop my movements, waiting for her to respond.

“Will you…” She looks down between us, squirming under me, getting more impatient with every second that passes, my small touches driving her nuts.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Will you”—her breath hitches as my thumb finds her clit over the thin fabric—“ please , go down on me.”

There it is.

“Anything for you, angel girl.”

I move down her neck, sucking and kissing the tender skin. I pull her shirt aside when I get to her collarbone, wanting to touch every part of her. She pulls the shirt over her head, exposing the most beautiful pair of tits. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a perfect pair. Her nipples are pink and hard against her soft skin. I take one into my mouth, sucking and kissing softly, earning soft moans from Vanessa’s lips.

As I work my way down, exploring her body with my lips and tongue, I reach the hemline of her boxer shorts. They’re light pink with cherries on them.

I wonder if she bought these for herself or stole them from a previous hookup—I guess it’s none of my business, though.

She slowly grinds her pelvis into me.

So impatient.

I trace my fingers along the elastic waistband and start pulling them down slowly. So slow, sucking and kissing her legs and I pull them off and toss them onto the floor behind me.

She smells fucking divine. Coconut and vanilla. Whatever lotion she has on her body has me salivating at the mouth. Her pussy is the prettiest shade of pink, and the landing strip has me looking exactly where I want to go.

Fuck me, she’s gorgeous.

“Are you just going to stare at my pussy or are you going t—” I run my tongue along her center to shut her up. Definitely impatient.

I glide my tongue over that sensitive bud of nerves, slowly dragging it up and down her sweet pussy. I suck on her clit and trail kisses down until I reach her opening. Her hands reach me, tangling her fingers around my curls. As I suck and kiss harder she pulls my head in closer.

I’d be perfectly fine if she suffocated me like this.

I tease her with my tongue, slowly pressing inside of her.

“ Fuck , Jake. Oh my god, keep doing t-that.”

I do exactly as she wants, lapping my tongue against her, thrusting my tongue in and out, tasting her. Fuck, she’s so sweet.

Vanessa moans louder, telling me she absolutely loves the feel of my tongue on her.

“Can I add a finger?”

She responds in between moans. “Yes…please.”

I suck on my index finger, making sure it’s lubricated for her. I push a finger inside her tight cunt as my mouth moves around her clit.I know exactly the right moves to get a girl to come in under a minute, but I feel like taking my time with Vanessa. I’ll make it the best goddamn orgasm she’s ever had. I want to make it so any time she comes, she’s always comparing it to me. Any time she wants to please herself, she thinks of this moment, because I know that after this I will never think about anything else but her.

Slowly I thrust my finger into her while continuing to play with that bundle of nerves. Kissing. Sucking . I give her clit a small nibble, which causes a moan to escape her lips.

Oh fuck, the sound she makes has my dick throbbing in my pants. She tastes so sweet and her pussy is soaking my hand.

I pause for a moment, which causes her to whimper as I pull my finger out. God, she’s so sexy.

My eyes meet hers. “I’m gonna add another finger okay?”

Her chest is heaving as she nods.

My tongue finds its way back to her center, running it up and down, earning the softest moans that trickle from her mouth. I push a second finger into her, and I can feel her walls tighten around me. My fingers are soaked from her, I wish it was my dick inside of her rather than my fingers.

No, tonight is all about Vanessa .

I know a vibrator and a dildo can do the trick, but I also know that there is nothing nor anyone that will make her come like I can.

I’m going to ruin everything else for her. Her dildo won’t be enough to please her after me. She’ll try hard to think about someone else—even that damn Henry Cavill—but every time it’ll be me that pops into her beautiful head as she comes.

Am I being a little too cocky? Maybe, but I don’t really care. I’m too confident in my abilities.

I slide my tongue in between her, then suck on her clit until her legs start to shake.

“Oh God, Jake.”

“Ness, I want you to fucking come all over my face. Do you understand?” She’s silent, besides her heavy breathing . She’s enjoying this too much, lost in the sensation that’s taking over her body.But I know exactly how to make her talk.

I remove my fingers from her and slowly tease her with my tongue.

“Jake, please. I’m so close.”

Vanessa seems like she’s the type of girl who likes to be praised during sex but also to be told what to do.Sometimes you can just tell by looking at someone exactly what their kinks are. Or I might just have a superpower of knowing what turns women on.

“I said, do you understand ?”

She looks down at me, those giant green eyes giving me the biggest pouty look as she nods.

“Good.” I grab her hips and flip us over, placing her on my face, but she pulls up to balance on her knees.

“Jake, I don’t know…”She looks down at me, her eyes falling onto her thighs that rest next to my head. Not realizing it, she lets her insecurities show just for a second, not saying a word but silently saying everything.

Being with someone is intimate no matter the setting. You both are naked and vulnerable. Exposing a piece of yourself even if you don’t mean to. I don’t want her to feel anything but wanted when she’s with me.

“The nicest thing you could ever do to me is suffocate me with these thighs.” I take turns kissing both sides of her thighs. The skin is so soft and creamy, I run my tongue along her as I guide her to sit on my face.

The last thing I want her to feel while she’s on top of me is insecure. Her body is magnificent. Her skin is velvet soft, and she has the cutest dimples at the bottom of her back that my fingers are loving digging into as I hold her on top of me.

I resume feasting on her like I was moments ago. She rocks her lips against me, loving the friction that she’s creating. With the way she’s grinding on me, I can tell that she’s close.

There’s this trick I’ve learned some girls really like.

As she rides my face, I take her clit in my mouth, sucking it as if I could suck her soul out of her body. I slowly graze my teeth along her clit, and it sets her over the edge. She comes with my name spilling from her mouth.

Fuck, her moaning my name gets me so hard, I swear I could come just from that sound. I look down at my boxers and looking at my bulge physically hurts me. I’ll take care of that later.

Vanessa collapses on the bed, satisfied.

“Well…they were right,” she says between heated breaths.

“Who was right?” I ask, facing her.

She smiles and rolls those devilish eyes at me, knowing what she’s about to say is going to boost the shit out of my ego. “I’ve heard whispers around campus since I started working with the team. You live up to your reputation.”

Well, that’s not shocking.

“I know, but I love hearing that come out of your mouth.” My ego has successfully been repaired.

“You’re such a dick, did you know that?”

“I may be a dick, but at least I’m great at making you come.”

Vanessa grabs the pillow from above her head and swings it at me, hitting me in the face. I grab the pillow and toss it back at her, tackling her back into the bed with me.

How does she have this much energy? Here I was thinking I had just given her a mind-numbing orgasm that should’ve put her to sleep, but maybe it was just mediocre.

“Clearly I didn’t make you come hard enough if you still have energy to start a pillow fight.”

She grabs the pillow and places it under her head, as if she’s getting comfortable before falling asleep.

“Yeah, as if you’d tongue fuck me all night until I pass out from so many orgasms.” Her voice is laced with sarcasm, but I’m going to make her eat those words. If she thinks I won’t go down on her until sunrise, she’s mistaken. I’ll make her come so hard that everyone in the hotel will hear her yelling my name.

“I could do this all night, sweetheart.”

Her eyes look over to me, lust written all over her face. “Prove it.”

And so I do.