11. Gemma
Chapter 11
Gemma
Did I just get addicted to sex?
If that’s what you could even call what just happened. It felt more like an out-of-body experience, a spiritual awakening.
What does it say about me that I want to cuff him to the bed so he can never leave and will be forced to service me any time I want?
“That can be arranged.” An amused chuckle sounded beside me.
Oh shit. Did I say that out loud?
“You sure did, but I’m happy to play your sex slave anytime you want, baby.”
Face flaming, my hands flew up to cover it. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t hide from me.” The command was gentle enough that I found myself obeying without question or pushback.
It was a good thing I was already lying down because the dazzling grin on his handsome face—a face that had been buried between my thighs not so long ago—was enough to knock me over.
Fuck, it wasn’t fair for him to be so pretty and sexually competent.
And let’s not forget about the massive dick that I was fairly certain would leave me walking bow-legged for days.
“You okay?” A wrinkle formed between Sasha’s eyebrows as he reached up to push hair away from my face.
“Yeah,” I breathed out. “Just a little shell-shocked.”
“More like cock-shocked.”
The switch from tender to ridiculous was so sudden that laughter—my laughter—filled the room, unfiltered and loud. That action had my abs tensing and, with it, my core clenching. A warm, oozing sensation between my thighs made me freeze, eyes widening.
Sasha sensed the switch, his amused grin fading. “What? What is it?”
Not answering him, I lifted my head, mouth going dry when I saw the sticky mess he had left on my stomach. He’d literally fucked me into oblivion. I couldn’t remember much past the third—or was it fourth?—orgasm he’d coaxed from my body with practiced ease. I vaguely recalled an exchange where I warned him I wasn’t on birth control and him being not at all concerned about the consequences of unprotected sex.
Swallowing, I forced myself to ask the question, even though I already knew the answer. “Did you come inside me?”
There was a beat of silence, so I whipped my head to the side to find him avoiding my stare.
“No.”
“Sasha . . .” I drew his name out in warning.
“Okay, yeah. A little bit.”
I groaned, my eyes slamming shut as I mentally berated myself for being careless. I hadn’t even realized he wasn’t wearing a condom until he was all the way inside. If I hadn’t been so lust-drunk, I might have noticed before we reached that point of no return. Guess I’d be camping out at the pharmacy the minute they opened in the morning.
Sasha sighed beside me. “I’m sorry. I just got so caught up, and you’re so perfect, and—”
“I get it,” I cut him off. “I think it’s fair to say we both got a little carried away. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
A disapproving rumble sounded from beside me, and when I forced my eyes open, I discovered Sasha’s normally happy face lined with tension.
What the hell is that about?
Shifting, he sat up, turning his back to me as he swung his legs over the edge of the mattress. “Stay there. I’ll clean you up.” With that, he stalked into the bathroom, and I heard water running.
Stepping back into the bedroom, he wielded a wet washcloth. First, he wiped the drying cum from my skin. Then, he folded the cloth in half, pressing it between my thighs.
The warmth was soothing, and I sighed in relief.
Sasha was gentle and tender, and if I wasn’t careful, I might find myself addicted to that as well.
“Better?” he asked, his tone soft.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
When he crossed the room to toss the cloth in the hamper, I shimmied up the bed, slipping beneath the covers, using them as a shield to hide my nakedness. I became hyper-aware that his perfectly sculpted form and my soft and squishy one were total opposites.
Sasha was clearly comfortable in his natural state, stepping toward the door and flicking the light switch. The soft glow of my bedside lamp created shadows on the sharp ridges lining his torso.
Flipping back the comforter, he sank onto the mattress.
“What are you doing?”
“You promised me the whole night.”
My jaw dropped. I’d thought that was a line. I didn’t think he would actually want to stay over.
The guy fucking shaved you. How could you not think he was serious about everything he said?
Reclining against the pillows, he opened his arms. “Come on, Gemma. Let me hold you tonight.”
If I’d learned anything from earlier, it was that this man didn’t take no for an answer. So I didn’t bother arguing as I scooched over, resting my head on his shoulder and hitching my thigh over his legs.
I felt the moment his muscles relaxed, and he let out a contented sigh before pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Night, Kitten.”
As I succumbed to the comfort of his embrace, I dared dream that he might never let me go.
“Baby, I need you.” The whispered words roused me from sleep.
My heavy eyelids raised slowly, trying to adjust to the darkness. It was still the middle of the night.
At some point, we must have switched positions because now Sasha’s hard body was pressed to my back, his massive palm outstretched on my stomach as he clutched me to him.
For a moment, I thought maybe he was dreaming, talking in his sleep. That was, until feather-light kisses peppered across my shoulder.
The hand on my stomach shifted lower, and I moaned when fingers drew circles over my clit with the perfect pressure. Arching into his touch, that’s when I felt his stiff cock pressed against my ass.
Fingers dug into the flesh of my thigh, maneuvering it over his, spreading me open. Reaching back, I gripped a fistful of his hair, needing something to anchor myself because I was seconds away from shattering.
“Come for me, Gemma,” he rasped, the husky tone enough to have me crying out, his name on my tongue as I followed his command.
“That’s it. You’re so fucking perfect.” Sasha’s chest rumbled as he spoke.
I sucked in a sharp breath when the head of his cock sank inside me.
“Sore?” he murmured against my skin.
Clutching at his forearm resting over my torso, I managed to stifle a groan as he sank in another inch. “Yes.”
“I’ll kiss it better later, baby. I promise.”
God help me, the memory of his blazing eyes peeking up at me as his wicked tongue feasted between my thighs had me shifting, a rush of warmth spreading from my core outward.
“You like thinking about that, baby? I can feel you soaking my cock.” With that, he surged forward, stealing my breath as his pelvis pressed flush to my ass with him fully seated.
“Sasha.” I clung to him as he gently rocked his hips, fucking me slowly like he had all the time in the world.
“It’s fucking heaven being buried in your pussy.” Sasha’s teeth dug into the flesh of my neck on a groan.
Every thrust was measured, and I shifted to take him deeper, gasping when his dick hit the perfect spot.
“Right there,” I breathed out. “Don’t stop.”
“Never, baby.” His grip grew punishing as he held me immobile so he could hit that spot over and over and over, driving me insane.
A stream of incoherent babble flew from my lips as he drove me higher and higher. Stars burst behind my eyes as tremors racked my body, pure ecstasy flooding my veins. I chanted his name on repeat, unsure whether I was begging for more or begging for mercy. Because he hadn’t slowed his pace, hammering into me with soft grunts in my ear.
“Let me come inside you.”
My mind was fuzzy, consumed by the potent pleasure he continued to wring from me with each stroke.
“Please,” Sasha begged. “I need this.”
The desperation in his voice had me mentally saying, Fuck it . At this point, I was already planning on taking a pill to head off any unwanted pregnancy at the pass, so it didn’t matter if he came in me again now. It wouldn’t change anything.
Knowing it would drive him insane, I whispered, “Fill me up.”
That must have unleashed the beast he’d been holding back because, suddenly, I was flipped onto my stomach. My yelp of surprise was cut off when he pulled my hips up and drove into me like a man possessed. Each jarring slam had me gritting my teeth against a fresh wave of pleasure. He was so deep I could barely breathe.
I clawed at the sheets beneath me, barely hanging on.
“I know, baby.” I could hear the strain in his voice. “Just a little while longer.”
A scream tore its way up my throat as I came again, tears leaking from my eyes at the intensity.
“That’s it. Milk me dry, baby. Every drop is for you.”
Roaring, he stilled, keeping us locked together as he emptied inside me, the warmth seeping out around his cock.
When Sasha collapsed, he rolled me to the side, keeping our bodies connected.
His heavy breathing fanned across my face as he banded both arms around me, burying his face in my hair.
“Gonna sleep just like this, still inside you.”
The mumbled words barely registered before I passed out again.
A blissful sigh left my lips as tingles gathered between my thighs.
My heavy eyelids screamed in protest as I tried to lift them. Dawn was just breaking, enough light filtering into the bedroom that I tracked movement through the thin slits of my eyes.
Golden hair tickled my thighs, and I peeked down to find Sasha’s face buried between them.
My back arched as he teased and tasted, my fingers spearing through his soft tresses, chiding, “Sasha, I’m tired.” The man had been waking me up all night to fuck.
Lifting his head, he grinned, lips shiny with my arousal. “I’m gonna have a little snack. Go back to sleep.”
Yeah, like that was going to happen. Especially when his hand joined the party, fingers thrusting inside me, curling with the perfect pressure against that magic button he exploited at will.
Fisting the sheets by my side, I chased my pleasure, bucking against his face and hand, coiling tighter and tighter, gasping when electricity shot outward from my core.
“That’s my girl.” Sasha eased me down before crawling back up to where I lay and placing a protective palm over my stomach. “Rest now.”
I would likely need a week of uninterrupted sleep to recover from this one night with him.
The bed dipped, and I rolled over, reaching out for Sasha. When I came up empty, I frowned, opening my eyes to find him fully dressed in his suit from last night, caging me in from above.
“Morning, beautiful.” Blue eyes glittering, he dipped his head to capture my lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
Breaking away once I was breathless, he whispered, “I hate to leave you, but I’ve gotta head to the rink.”
Panic stole over me at the idea of him walking out that door, and I blurted, “When can I see you again?”
I cursed myself for being so transparent when I saw the bright smile grow on his face. I’d just let him know he’d worked his way into another date, fuck session, or whatever it was that we were doing.
So much for “just one night,” Gemma.
One hand left the mattress to push tangled hair away from my face. “You working tonight?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed
“What time’s your shift?”
“I start at six. Staying until close.”
“Good. Mind if I pop by after practice this afternoon? I’ve got a game tonight, so I usually nap between one and two-thirty, and I would really like to do that with my arms wrapped around you.”
I shoved at his chest slightly to put distance between us. “A nap? Are you serious?”
He shrugged. “Most players take one before a game. We need our energy to be top-level late at night.”
Snorting, I muttered, “Yeah, I don’t think you have a problem in that department.”
“So, can I nap here, Kitten?” He ran the tip of his nose along my jaw, inhaling deeply when he reached the crook of my neck.
“You’re practically an overgrown toddler, you know that?”
Sasha’s chuckle vibrated against my skin. “Last night, I was a baby. Now, I’m a toddler.” When he pulled back, those straight white teeth taunted me. “Maybe by tomorrow night, I’ll have made it through puberty and into adulthood.”
Even though the eye roll was tempting, I held it back, a corner of my lips twitching. He was ridiculous, but I found that it was growing on me.
Holding my head still, he slipped his tongue into my mouth, groaning when I battled back with my own.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his lips ghosting over mine as he spoke. “I really have to go.”
“Go to work. You can swing by later for your nap.” I couldn’t help but snicker at the idea.
“Laugh all you want, baby. I love the way it sounds.”
That sobered me up quickly. There hadn’t been much to be happy about lately—or ever—in my life, so it was shocking that he brought it out in me so easily. Maybe having him around might actually be good for me.
Stealing one more kiss, Sasha stood, and I marveled at his size. I reclined on my pillow just to be able to meet his eye when he rose to his full height.
“I put the bath bombs in the bathroom. Take a good long soak this morning. Breakfast and a pharmacy delivery should be here within half an hour, and I’ll see you later.”
I caught his wrist before he turned to walk away. He stared down at me with a question in his eyes.
“Pharmacy delivery?”
Sasha’s eyes seemed to stare straight into my soul. “Take the pill or don’t. I’m fine either way.”
Bolting upright, I screeched, “Excuse me?”
I winced at how my voice rose in pitch. But who could blame me? His suggestion that I not take the morning-after pill might be the most insane thing to ever come out of his mouth—and there was some stiff competition.
Sighing, he sat on the edge of the mattress, turning my hand over in his and gripping it. “I know right now this is only about sex for you, and that’s fine.” Before I could argue that I wasn’t that shallow, he continued, “But I already know what I want from you, and I won’t stop until I get it.”
Mouth going dry, I croaked out, “A baby?”
Shaking his head, he replied, “No. Forever.” A corner of his lips twitched, unable to hold back his signature smile. “Though I wouldn’t say no to the baby, either.”
“You’re crazy.”
Pressing his forehead to mine, he whispered, “Crazy about you.”
There was one last thing I needed to know before he left. “Do you—”
When my words cut off abruptly, he pulled back to survey my face. “Do I what? I told you; you can ask me anything.”
Strengthening my resolve, I asked, “Do you do this a lot?”
“What are you asking, Gemma?”
Was he really going to make me say it? Ugh, fine.
“Are there a bunch of little Sashas running around out there?” His bark of laughter caught me off guard, and I withdrew, hugging my knees to my chest, muttering, “Not sure what’s so fucking funny about it.”
Gripping my knee and squeezing, still a twinkle in his blue eyes, he schooled his face, trying and failing to appear serious. “No, Kitten. What happened last night? That’s the first time I’ve ever done that with any woman.”
“Sex?” I teased, not sure I could handle a deeper answer. I was already in way over my head with this guy.
“Come on, Gemma, give me a little credit.” He winked.
“Fine. Then, what?”
“I’ve never skipped out on using protection, no matter what assurances a girl made about having it covered. But do you know why I didn’t think twice with you?”
Licking my dry lips, I dared to ask, “Why?”
“Because you’re the one.” Kissing my forehead, he stood, stepping toward the door and throwing over his shoulder, “See you this afternoon.”
Stunned, I watched as he disappeared into the hallway.
If it weren’t for the ache between my thighs every time I shifted an inch in bed, I would have believed last night and this morning to be a dream—a glimpse into a world I’d always wanted but never dared to hope for.
Could it really be this easy?
Sasha seemed to think so.