Chapter 18 #2
“Mack can fuck whoever he wants. As his friend, I just hope that he chooses where he sticks his dick a little better from now on. Gen is crazy.”
Laughter bursts out of me. If only I had been wiser about where I stuck my dick, too. “That’s solid advice. And I agree about Gen. I think she did something to your top on audition day. And she clearly dared me to kiss you because she thinks there’s something between you and Mack.”
“Mack wasn’t even in the room.” Taryn rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, but Gen’s friends were filming us. She probably sent it to him.”
She looks me right in the eye. “It doesn’t really matter. Mack and I are just friends, Nash.”
I don’t know why that makes me feel better, but it does.
“I like it when you say my name.”
The words tumble out of my mouth in a whisper. I have no business saying stuff like that to her. But it seems that my self-control is on a hair trigger, ready to snap with one look into her eyes.
“I’m sorry Gen is making things hard for you. But I’m glad that’s why you’re upset and not because of something I did out there when we kissed.”
She shakes her head again. “Nash, I…”
I take one step closer. We aren’t touching, but I can feel the heat radiating from her body. “You should stop.”
Taryn’s eyes find mine. She looks confused. “I should stop what?”
“Saying my name.”
“I thought you just said you liked it.”
The air between us crackles with electricity. “I do. I like it too much. If you say it again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist touching you. I’m fucking dying to kiss you again.”
The bereft look on her face is replaced by something else. Interest, maybe.
“Thanks for coming to check on me… Nash.”
I snap. I close the distance between us and pull her into my arms. My lips find hers and I nip at that soft, plump bottom lip.
A low sound, something between a groan and a growl, fills the room, and I realize that it’s coming from me.
She surrounds my neck with her arms and kisses me back just as hard.
For a few moments we devour each other, licking, biting, tasting.
But like it happened earlier, I’m greedy. One taste of Taryn isn’t enough. It makes me want more.
And this time we don’t have an audience and the bathroom’s door is locked.
This time I can explore her soft body with my hands, the same way I’m exploring her mouth.
One of my hands is at her jaw, tipping her head back to deepen the kiss. My other hand traces its way down her neck, collarbone, the soft swell of her chest.
“This ok?” I murmur against her lips.
She nods, silencing me with her mouth.
Her tits feel soft and perky at the same time and I cup one, feeling its weight in my hand.
Taryn nips at my bottom lip, harder than she’s done before. A zing of pleasure mixed with pain travels right to my groin and my already hard cock pulses with need.
Her nipples are hard too. I tease one with the pad of my thumb through the thin fabric of her dress.
“Oh.” She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, and I can’t help but wish those soft lips were wrapped around the part of me that pulses again.
“You like this?” I murmur, pinching the hard, aching point.
Her answer comes in a moan. “So, so much.”
The last of my control snaps and I undo the first two buttons of her dress, baring her chest to me.
I already caught a glimpse of her perfect tits during auditions, but now I can look my fill.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I bite out, lowering my head to the swell of her chest.
Taryn’s skin is soft and toned under my open mouth.
I taste my way down to her nipple and lick before closing my mouth over the stiff peak.
“Nash.”
It’s another moan, a prayer. Music to my ears.
Her chest heaves with each breath as I suck, lick, and graze her sensitive bud. Her head is thrown back as I feast on her, giving both breasts equal attention.
I lift my head from Taryn’s chest to return to her lips. I can’t have enough of her. The way she arches into me stokes my desire rather than quenching it.
My hands return to where my mouth was a second ago, but each touch makes me hungrier for more.
I feel my way down her thin waist, lifting the fabric of her dress when I reach her outer thighs.
“Are you gonna be wet for me if I check, Taryn?” I provoke her.
She answers by tormenting her bottom lip with her teeth, her pupils blown huge.
I find her inner thighs; the toned skin there is soft and smooth like silk.
The fabric of her panties is sopping wet, and I smile, moving it to the side to find smooth, bare skin.
I feel my way down her slit, dipping lower, and she’s so wet and hot for me, just like I knew she would be.
I’m here to keep my head down, to finish my degree, and to play hockey.
This is what this season is all about for me.
But the season hasn’t started yet, at least technically.
It’s probably a bullshit cop out from my plans, but right now it’s good enough for me.
I dip two fingers into her heat, gathering her wetness on the tips of my fingers and using it to rub a couple of light circles over her clit.
Taryn doesn’t close her eyes. She moans softly, and something inside me breaks.
I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth, lapping up her sweet taste. I’m two seconds away from dropping onto my knees to get more of her sweetness until she comes all over my tongue.
But that would be a really bad idea.
It’s the way she’s looking at me; it’s more than I can take. It’s too much.
I’m not here for a deep connection. I should walk away, but I can’t. I want her too much.
My fingers hover over the buttons that close the front of her dress. If I fuck her like this, looking into her eyes, this is going to turn into more. Because I’m going to want more. But I promised myself that I would put hockey first in my senior year.
I should tell Taryn that this is a one-time thing. That I can’t afford to let it be more. At least not for now.
Is Taryn a one-night stand kind of girl? I have no idea, but I know I should make sure she’s aware that this is all I can offer; even at the risk that she might change her mind and tell me to get out.
“Taryn, this doesn’t mean…” I force out as I undo another button.
She shakes her head. “Don’t. I don’t want to talk. Not now.”
God, she’s so fucking perfect. But I’m an honest man and the last thing I want is to hurt her. “But I—”
“Not now, Nash.” She reaches down between us and palms my erection through my jeans.
Fuck. I can’t fight what I want anymore. I know this is selfish, but my last shred of self-control is gone.
Things haven’t changed though. I still can’t bear the thought of being inside her while looking into those intense, soulful eyes.
So I let my primal instincts, my raw desire, take over.
“What are you—” she gasps as I manhandle her, forcing her to turn around and guiding her to the side of the sink.
“Hands against the wall.” I order, pressing her with my body.
She goes willingly, doing as she’s told, and I make quick work of getting a condom out while lowering my jeans.
I sheathe myself, letting the foil wrapper fall on the bathroom tiles.
Like I did before, I lift her dress, moving her panties to the side and lining myself up with her entrance.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I exhale, covering her hands on the wall with mine.
It’s not really the truth; I would stop at any time if she asked.
“Nash, please.” She begs.
I drive my hips forward, one single, hard thrust.
I’ve thought about this countless times since the first day of the class Taryn and I took together.
In my fantasies of her, she would be wet and tight, but nothing could have prepared me for this.
She’s so wet that I sink into her to the hilt like a hot knife through soft butter.
Her pussy feels like the softest, silkiest, tightest embrace I could have ever imagined.
She fits me like a glove, and my cock pulses, sending a dangerous wave of heat to the base of my spine.
There’s no way in hell I’m gonna allow myself to come before she does.
I withdraw just a little before sinking back into her, and she gasps, her inner muscles fluttering around me.
“Does it feel good?” I murmur in her ear.
“So good.” She squeezes me again, making stars explode behind my eyelids.
I hadn’t even realized that I had closed my eyes.
“If you keep doing that,” I pant, giving a soft bite to her earlobe. “This is going to be over too soon.”
If we get just one time, I want to make it last. I want to commit it to memory.
Taryn squeezes me again, and I lose my shit.
My hips snap forward over and over, and I go deep; as deep as her body will take me.
She arches into me, and even this, even being buried deep inside her, isn’t enough.
“Hold on to the wall.” I demand, wrapping my hand around her silky blonde hair.
My other hand goes around to her front, inside her panties.
I press into her, my movements hard and urgent as my fingers find her clit and begin rubbing fast, hard circles.
My hips grind every time I drill into her until I bottom out.
Taryn lets out a little scream and I fucking love it. I don’t give a fuck if our friends outside hear her. I want them to hear her while I’m deep inside her.
While we’re as close as two people can get. And yet, I need more.
I pull on her hair, twisting my fist to force her to turn her head over her shoulder.
I kiss her hard, keeping her head in place and fucking her so hard that my own knees feel like they’re about to give out.
My fingers keep working her clit, and I know exactly when she snaps.
Taryn screams again, and I swallow the noise as her pussy strangles me with the rhythmic pulses of her orgasm.
Even if I wanted to hold back, I couldn’t. I’m too far gone.
The first wave of pleasure takes my breath away as I feel myself explode into the condom.
It’s my only regret. I wish I could fill her with my release, send her back to the party with my cum still inside her.
When the last wave of my orgasm ebbs away, I have to force myself to leave Taryn’s soft body.
I’m still catching my breath when she turns around.
Fuck. If I thought that she was beautiful before, I hadn’t seen her after an orgasm. After I made her come.
Her eyes are the greenest I’ve ever seen them; her cheeks are flushed; her lips swollen by my kisses.
I’m caught in the depths of her gaze and I know that I’m in big trouble.
There’s no way I can be done with her. I’ve always been the one-night stand type, but obviously not with her.
Against every promise I made myself, I pull her into my arms and I kiss her. It’s deep, but this time it’s unhurried.
“That was…” she doesn’t finish the sentence, but the way she’s looking at me tells me everything I need to know.
“I know.” I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “If we hadn’t both come to Star Cove, I would have lost you forever. You have no idea how many times I had beaten myself up for not speaking to you at the Gamma house the night of the last finals.”
She rears back as if I had slapped her. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw you arrive with your friend and I was coming to say hi. But you were talking to one of my frat brothers. Tim, the one who was—”
“You’re mistaken.” She cuts me off. “I wasn’t at that party. I was packing my apartment that night, ready to set off first thing in the morning.”
I blink, confused. “No, you were there. I definitely saw you.”
Taryn looks away. “You must be mixing me up with someone else. I wasn’t there. Jodie and I were packing. Maybe it was after the Frozen Four final or some other time.”
I think about it but I’m sure I saw her that night.
“No, it was that night. I remember because I was playing beer pong in the basement with some guys on the football team, but I received a phone call from Coach Harrison with the date he expected me on campus here in Star Cove. I walked away to answer the call, and I saw you. But by the time I came back into the house, I couldn’t find you. ”
Taryn insists. “Maybe it was another blonde. I wasn’t there on my last night on campus. Now, if you’ll excuse me, people will already think we were hooking up, and my boyfriends will be wondering where I disappeared.”
“Your boyfriends? What are you talking about?”
“I’m dating Colsen and Tucker.”
It’s my turn to feel as if she had slapped me across the face. “You’re dating two of my teammates? Don’t you think you should have told me that before I put my dick inside you?”
“It’s complicated.” She bites out.
Complicated. I hate that fucking word. It’s used as an excuse to cover up shitty behavior more often than not.
“I gotta go.”
“Taryn, wait.” I begin to follow her out of the bathroom, but I realize that my jeans are still pooled around my ankles and the used condom is still hanging from my softening cock.
“This is what you deserve for breaking your resolution to focus on hockey this year.” I tell my reflection as I wash my hands at the sink after cleaning myself up. “Women bring nothing but drama and trouble.”
For some reason, this hurts more than when I found out that the woman I had brought home from one of the bars on campus at the beginning of last fall semester was my coach’s brand new, much younger wife.
I give myself a hard stare in the mirror.
“Listen up, motherfucker. This was just a diversion from our plan. You got to fuck a girl you had been crushing on for a while. So what if she ran out of here like the fucking house was on fire? Taryn did you a favor. Now you can focus on summer training, the hockey season, and your senior year. Eyes on the prize and no more distractions, you hear me?”
My tone sounds adamant, and I nod, renewing the promise I had made to myself. As long as I stick to my plan, everything will be fine.
Then why is it that my eyes look for her the second I walk back into the party? She’s nowhere in sight, and I decide that I’ve had enough.
I walk back to my room where I can be alone and convince myself that I’m not lying to myself and that Taryn Beets isn’t my new obsession.