Chapter 14
Fourteen
BASS
It was not my plan to seduce Kai Vega.
In my head, I swear I had a very platonic (keep my wandering hands to myself) visit all planned out.
I was going to show Kai how serious I am about my future and about getting to know her, but suddenly I find myself with a handful of her soft tits, and now all of my good intentions have gone out the damn window.
Even over her clothes, I can tell that Kai’s body is lush with soft curves that beg to be touched, caressed, and kissed. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning, eagerly wanting to unwrap the “best” gift under the tree with care.
I can’t fuck this up by being too anxious. Given the fact that I’ve sped up my plan times ten, Kai at least deserves for me to take things slow and deliberate in this moment.
“Is this okay?” I ask for her consent as I lift her shirt to put eyes on the sexiest pair of tits known to man. They sit high and round in a deep red colored bra with a small hook in the center.
Jesus.
My dick is growing harder by the minute.
I hope to God she says yes. Please say yes.
“Yes,” she says softly.
Hell, yeah! I celebrate inside my head.
“But–” she adds, and I immediately let her shirt fall back down to her waist. I may not have listened to every presentation during my freshman orientation, but the ten-minute talk on dating and consent I paid close attention to.
“But?”
“Since we’re crossing all kinds of lines with this work friendship, let’s at least make it fun.”
“Um, I take offense to that. I was having hella fun already.”
She smirks. “Let’s negotiate for clothes.”
“Negotiate what?”
“The terms of our agreement.”
Okay, I get it. She likes to play, and she definitely likes control. My kind of girl.
“I’m with it,” I respond swiftly.
“Okay, but don’t just say yes to anything because you want me naked. Once you agree to my terms, I’ll expect you to keep your word.”
“My word is my bond. Ask anyone on the team.”
“Okay then…the first thing I’m going to need are the logins to any of your social accounts that are public-facing.”
“Ah, I see, you’re the jealous type. You want to see who’s in my DM’s? I can just show you, though. I have nothing to hide.”
“No, dude, I’m not your wife. I don’t care who’s in your DM’s. I need the logins because I’ll be posting relevant content that looks good for your brand, and I need full access for that.”
“And what do I get?”
“A professional-looking social media presence.”
“No, I mean in the clothing negotiation.”
“Oh,” she grins. “Well, you can take my shirt off.”
I’m used to girls typically throwing their shirts at me. Hell, sometimes even their panties, but this sexy negotiation of Kai’s is turning me the fuck on in a very different way. This is playful, not desperate.
“Deal or no deal?” she asks me.
“Deal.”
“Did you even think about it?” she giggles.
“Oh, I definitely thought about it. Now raise your arms, Vega.”
I gently pull Kai’s sweatshirt up over her head and toss it to the side. Damn, she looks incredible.
Flat stomach.
Glowing skin.
One single mole on the exposed area of her left breast, I want to bend down and kiss it.. I think some people call them beauty marks, and I agree. Fucking gorgeous.
“You’re beautiful, Kai.”
“Thank you,” she smiles reservedly, which is kind of surprising based on how utterly confident this girl always is.
“Do I make you nervous, Vega?” I tease, keeping the mood light.
“Absolutely not,” she says, and I can’t help but grin to myself. Part of this girl’s charm is how unimpressed she is with me.
“Is it my turn to negotiate?” I ask, thinking of a good request.
She crosses one leg over the other in a power pose. “Go ahead.”
“I approve all posts before they go live,” I say, trying real hard not to focus on her tits. At this point, I have tunnel vision.
She raises an eyebrow. “You don’t trust me?”
“Just being careful…with my brand,” I say, speaking her language.
“What do I get if I agree?”
“Same deal. My shirt off.”
“I’m going to need a little more than that,” she flirts, and I fucking love it. “I don’t like being second-guessed.”
“Okay…how about my shirt and sweats?”
She pretends to consider my offer for a moment. “You’ll need to approve the posts in a reasonable amount of time. I’m not waiting around all day to help you.”
“No problem.”
“Okay, then, agreed.”
I happily lift my hockey jersey over my head and toss it on the floor. Then I get rid of my sweatpants and am left standing in front of her in a pair of black boxers, which are barely covering my huge, stiff one.
I stare at her quietly, looking for a reaction, but her facial expression isn’t giving me much to go on.
Does she like what she sees?
Does she think I’m sexy?
Does she want to climb me like a pole?
Normally, I’m so self-assured, but this girl makes me second-guess myself all the damn time.
“Well?” I say, trying my hardest not to rush the tempo of things.
“No more fights on or off the ice.”
“Now wait a damn minute. We haven’t even held hands yet, and you’re already trying to change me.” I say the words playfully to her, but I’m not really playing.
No fighting? Like at all?
Fighting is in my DNA.
“The fights don’t make you look tough. They make you look like you have a problem with impulse control.”
“I know some teams that would love to have a young enforcer on their roster.”
“Maybe…but I promise you that companies don’t offer endorsement deals with players who have little impulse control.”
The fact that I haven’t spread her legs and shoved my face in her pussy by now should prove my ability to show the ultimate impulse control, but I can’t say that in this moment, can I?
“You don’t understand how the game works since you’re all up baseball’s ass. In hockey, dudes come after me on and off the ice. I’m a threat to them, and they’re constantly trying to prove something when it comes to me.”
“And you have to show them that you won’t play into their strategy of getting you thrown out of the game…or a bar.”
“What do I get for agreeing to this part of the negotiation?” I huff.
It better be fucking good.
“Bra off...and shorts.”
The blood from my brain rushes straight to my dick. I can’t even think straight. The only logical answer to her question is, “Deal.”
“You’re sure?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“Okay,” she chuckles, standing first to pull down a baggy pair of jean shorts, revealing a pair of bikini-styled panties that match the color and fabric of her bra.
I might just come in my boxer shorts if she keeps toying with me like this.
This is starting to get embarrassing.
She turns to face away from me as she unhooks the front of her bra, but I’m too busy staring at the perfect roundness of her ass. I only snap out of it when her bra drops to the floor and she pivots to look at me, hands covering her nipples.
“I know I’ve said this already, but you are incredibly beautiful.”
“Incredibly?”
She turns and walks toward me.
Suddenly, I’m the one who’s nervous.
My Christmas gift is almost entirely unwrapped, and now that it is, I’m not sure I even deserve to see what’s inside.
“Yes,” I confirm with a suddenly dry mouth.
“Sit right there,” she orders me to take a seat at the edge of the bed and then proceeds to sit on my lap, facing forward, her back to me. I know she can feel how much I want her, but I keep my hands to myself until I’m told what to do.
I fucking love this game.
We can see each other in the mirror that hangs on the wall across from her bed. She stares at me through our reflection.
It’s sexy as hell.
But then she starts playing with her nipples, and I can’t help myself. I slide my right hand down the front of her panties and am met with a slick warmth that has me salivating.
“Damn, Vega,” I mutter.
Her hips start to move.
Slowly at first.
Forward and back.
Inviting my fingers to explore further inside her.
It’s the sweetest form of torture as she dry humps me while I finger fuck her. And the whole time, her eyes are locked on me in the mirror.
This girl has put a fucking spell on me. She could ask me anything and I’d say yes. I wouldn’t be surprised if I start talking in tongues.
“I’m coming,” she moans almost reverently.
“So am I,” I say thickly.
Then I remember.
This is a game.
A game of negotiation she likes to play. And I can play it too.
So I pull my hand free from between her legs.
“Why’d you stop?” she frowns.
“I’ll lock us both in this room and make you come all day if you want, but not until our final negotiation.”
“Which is?” she smirks.
“I want you at every home game. You need to learn the sport if you’re going to help me build my brand.”
“Y’all play a lot of games.”
“That’s my ask.”
“I can make myself come. I don’t need you for that.”
“Not the way I’m going to make you come, baby.”