Chapter 13 #2
“Everything is negotiable,” he whispered, his tone dangerously calm, running his hands up her thighs with spread fingers as she unbuckled his belt. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to be on the bottom.”
“You’ll be the one begging,” she promised, yanking his briefs and pants over his hips and wrapping her fist around his hard length.
God, she’d almost forgotten how big he was. Her index finger and thumb didn’t meet. But she hadn’t forgotten the sounds he made when she firmly ran her hand up and down him.
He released a sharp intake of air, a throaty growl that made the fabric of her panties stick to her wetness.
Gareth pressed his thumbs into her thighs as he lifted his hips, driving his cock deeper into her hand.
He kept his eyes closed, his lips parted.
Nothing cool or controlled remained. There was only desire and heat, and with it, everything Hazel needed.
She circled his tip with her thumb, from which a drop of pleasure was leaking, and rose to her knees, rolling her panties down her thighs with her free hand.
Gareth’s hands were now on her hips as he lifted her so she could get rid of them completely.
Then he pulled her fingers off his shaft, ran his own hand roughly up and down it, and positioned her directly above him.
He rubbed his tip through her wetness, causing her to whimper.
She braced herself with both hands on his chest to keep from collapsing.
Their eyes met, paused for a second, before Gareth murmured harshly, “Take what you need, Hazel.”
She licked her lips and sank onto him, agonizingly slowly.
Inch by inch. She gave her body time to adjust to his size and savored every second watching Gareth as the unbridled desire in his eyes turned into ecstatic gratification.
She enjoyed the way he dug his fingers into her hips, as if it cost him everything not to simply pull her roughly onto his cock and thrust into her from below.
But he gave her the power. Gave her time.
Gave her complete control, until she was sitting at his base, not knowing where he began and she ended.
It was too good. She was too full. Gareth was everywhere.
She moaned, contracted tightly around him, and began circling her pelvis, lifting herself again and sinking back onto him, using his pecs for support.
She felt Gareth’s muscles tremble beneath her palms. Saw sweat beading on his forehead…
“You can let go now, Gareth.”
…and the next moment, he thrust into her, simultaneously jerking her hips down.
Lightning shot through her core, and she closed her eyes, gasping, as Gareth took control, dominating each of his thrusts and accelerating the rhythm.
She loved seeing him like this. Raw, rough, and uncontrolled.
Loved every second his shaft filled her.
Loved how Gareth sat up and kissed her before tugging down her bra cup and leaning forward to suck her nipple as she sank down onto him again, the heat inside her unbearable.
It was everything, yet too little. Too much, yet not enough. The sweet tension in her lower abdomen tightened with every second, with each of his relentless thrusts…
“Is that all?” she whispered against his ear, gently biting his earlobe.
She felt him smile and moaned when he reciprocated by biting her nipple and before she knew what was happening, he had lifted her and pressed her into the carpet.
The pile chafed her back, but she didn’t care.
Nothing mattered. Because in this position, Gareth could go even deeper, could go even harder.
He was able to kiss her neck and take greater possession of her mouth as he pulled out and thrust into her again.
He slid a hand between their bodies and pressed his thumb against her most sensitive spot.
An unholy sound rippled from Hazel’s throat. She closed her eyes, wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his back, and began to twitch, but Gareth suddenly slowed the rhythm, and withdrew his thumb, not letting her finish yet…
“Look into my eyes,” he commanded. “I want to see you come.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him, her breath ragged in time with his thrusts — as Gareth buried himself deep inside her, roughly rubbing her clit.
She came so hard, her hips jerking so violently that Gareth almost slipped out of her.
But he held her tight. With his gaze, his hand, and his shaft, which he drove into her again as she contracted around him, tearing at her body with wave after sweet wave as he prolonged her orgasm with his thumb and cock.
Finally he relinquished his control, followed her into the abyss, and kissed her as he came inside her.
Hazel collapsed, gasping for breath. Absently, she wrapped both arms around his back, holding him in place. His forehead rested against hers, his heavy breathing in her ear.
“That was…”
“I know,” she whispered, gently kissing his frantically beating pulse. “We haven’t forgotten anything.”
She felt his laughter all over her body. “No. I’d say we’ve gotten even better.”
No. He had gotten better. How the hell could it be that the guy contradicted her every time they spoke, but gave her everything she wanted and needed as soon as they were naked?
Maybe they should only negotiate contracts between the sheets. Then she might even be able to keep her gummy bear clauses.
But it would be ethically...um extremely, uh…reprehensible if they…if they…
“Shit,” she whispered, digging her fingers into the fabric of his open shirt. “Shit, no one can find out what just happened here, Gareth!”
He raised his head and an eyebrow. “And I was just about to video chat with my sister.”
She wasn’t in the mood to laugh. Oh, fuck.
If it got out that she, as an agent, was sleeping with the owner of the Hawks…
It would be a disaster. Oh God. She felt sick.
She pushed against his shoulders, causing him to roll off her, and she hastily sat up and put on her underwear.
Why the hell hadn’t she thought of that sooner?
She’d been working for years to be taken seriously in the industry. And now...
“Oh no,” she whispered, rubbing her face. “Gareth, no one in the organization can find out, do you understand?” She looked at him sharply. “No one in the entire hockey world.”
He sighed and slowly sat up. “I wasn’t planning on making it known.”
Right. Privacy meant just as much to him.
Technically, she had more to lose, but if his sister found out he’d slept with an agent, Gareth wouldn’t be allowed to touch players’ contracts with a pair of ten-foot poles.
No, no one would find out, and they wouldn’t have a problem.
It wasn’t like they ever wanted their affair to be public!
“Okay.” She nodded. “Okay, you’re right. Then you can go now.”
He blinked. “Sorry?”
“You can go. It’s only sex, right? No cuddling, no sleepover…”
“Ah.” He nodded and stepped into his boxer briefs. “So those are the rules, yes?”
Hmm. That was a good point. How careless of them to sleep together without making any rules!
“You’re right,” she said firmly. “We need rules. I…” She took a deep breath and forced herself to look at him – at his face, not his bare chest, even though it took some willpower.
“I can’t just sleep with you, Gareth. We’re business associates.
Besides, if this gets out, I’ll lose my integrity and my clients’ trust. The whole industry would accuse me of securing business advantages for myself or giving you discounts because of it.
It’s not that simple; we need some new clauses. ”
Surprised, he opened his mouth. “So, you don’t want to…stop?”
She laughed in disbelief. “Are you stupid? For once I don’t want to kill you and the only reason for it is that you gave me two fantastic orgasms. It would be reckless of us to stop this whole thing before the tension between us is gone and we’ve…
had enough. What if we become even more aggressive because we know what we could actually do instead of arguing? ”
Besides, she would sleep with whomever she wanted. She wouldn’t let the world dictate what she could and couldn’t do. And she desperately needed this to finally eliminate the damn tension between them.
But that also meant they had to be very careful.
Gareth grinned. “I can’t refute your argument. This is a shining example of logic.”
“I see it the same way,” she acknowledged with satisfaction, adjusting her skirt. “So, I’ll formulate new rules, and you’re welcome to come up with some on your own.”
The whole thing had been far too…uncontrolled.
Too explosive. They couldn’t just carry on like this.
They needed structure, so they could fuck each other out of their systems in an orderly manner.
And Hazel knew exactly what the contract needed to say, but she needed a few hours alone to get things straight.
“Okay. I’ll give you the first draft tomorrow,” she decided, nodding. “So, like I said: you can go now.” She smiled broadly. “Thanks for your service, Gareth. See you later.”