Chapter 44 Kennedy
kennedy
Ihave never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my life, and here I am with the only man who has ever been hesitant in return.
My body aches for this man like I need him to survive, and goddammit, I need some relief.
But even more, the ground shifted like an earthquake, shaking me open.
Seeing him so broken, witnessing a side of him that helps everyone but himself, carved out a space inside me I didn’t know existed.
My breath catches as it hits me—this is starting to feel like more than just attraction.
I place a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
I want to help him. He deserves a do-over.
He deserves to know that one mistake doesn’t define the rest of your life.
I’m going to give him a boost of confidence to get him where he should be.
I want more than anything to have him buried deep inside me. But he’s not ready for that.
And I’m still trying to untangle a world of emotions I don’t recognize.
“So…what’s this idea?” he asks, his deep voice shaky, but curious.
“I’d like to be your coach.”
“My what now?” he sputters, his eyes wide and his jaw unhinged.
I huff a quiet laugh. “Your coach. Let me teach you how to do things. Let me show you exactly how to make me come.”
His brows narrow. “Kenni…I’m…I don’t know…you want to coach me?”
I pat his chest. “I’m a flight instructor.
I know how to walk someone through pushing the right buttons, staying calm under pressure, and reaching the final peak.
You’ve had coaches your whole life, right?
They tell you how to do a drill, and you do it.
” He nods slowly, still confused. “Just pretend I’m your…
your…clit coach,” I say as a smirk flitters up my face at the fucking fantastic alliteration I just came up with.
“Clit Coach? Fuck, we need to trademark that,” he quips as we both laugh.
“Can you follow instructions? Do you know right from left? Up from down?”
“Wait, your right or my right?” I lift a brow, not breaking eye contact. “Yes, Kenni, I can follow directions.”
“Good. Then we won’t have any problems.”
His brow creases, his lips tight before the words rush out of his mouth in a tangled mess. “And you swear to God you won’t fake it? Promise you’ll tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”
My heart softens just a little more. “Look at me, pretty-boy.” I cup his cheek. “I promise. And, since we’ve been sharing secrets, I’ll let you in on one of mine. I have…I have a tell.”
“A what?”
This sweet, innocent man. “A tell. If I’ve had a real orgasm, my clit pulses like it has its own heartbeat. You can feel it, so you’ll know.”
His head pulls back. “Seriously? That’s a thing?”
I nod. “Every woman reacts differently, but that’s what happens for me. Are you interested in seeing how it works? You want to make my clit beat for you?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. “Yes.”
I gently grab his hand, placing soft kisses on it before running it down my body again. Placing it right between my legs, once again letting him feel what he does to me.
“We’re going to go slow, so just use your hands to tease me through my panties. Just gentle, slow circles.”
He does exactly as I ask, and fucking hell. Warmth pools low in my stomach, my toes curling into the sheets. The heel of his hand presses into my clit as his fingers slowly explore what’s beneath the damp fabric barrier.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice unsteady.
My heart swells more than the area he’s rubbing between my legs.
He’s nervous. It’s the sweetest and hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
And I am more than okay taking the lead here to make him feel comfortable.
“You touching me like this is why I’ve been touching myself every night. Imagining this very moment.”
His groan echoes low in my room. “Kenni. You’ve…you’ve been getting yourself off thinking about me?”
I smirk. “I told you, pretty-boy…” My chest heaves, tremors flooding my senses, “You’re not the only one fighting attraction here.”
His eyes shut closed as his head tips back. “Fuuuck.”
“We’ll get to that,” I tease, finally getting him to let out a real laugh. “Jordan. Relax. You’re doing fantastic. There is only one thing you could be doing better.”
His eyes fly to mine. “Tell me. I’ll do it.”
I lean up, whispering in his ear, “Kiss me while you slide your hand under my panties and rub my clit.”
He flashes me a wide grin with a confidence that nearly undoes me. “Yes, Coach,” he whispers as he places his lips on mine.
I drag my teeth along his lower lip as he shudders. He gently slides his hand as I instructed, his touch warm against my skin. My back bows off the bed in response, his finger slowly sliding between my lips, finally reaching my most sensitive place.
Fucking hell, there is no way this man could be bad at anything.
“Oh God. That’s…that’s perfect. Just like that.” I can barely get the words out, the heat in my core the size of a forest fire.
“You’re sure…this feels good?”
I grip his chin, ensuring he can’t look away. “Listen, pretty-boy. You said you trusted me. I will fucking tell you to change something if it’s not working. Got it? Now put your fingers in my pussy and stretch it the fuck out. Do you understand?”
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
He slides his fingers farther down, easing one into my dripping cunt.
“Goddammit, that feels good,” I reassure him as his finger moves in and out of me, reveling at the burn as a second, then third finger fills me completely. Every movement, every thrust of his hand, feels like something he’s done a million times.
Like this is something I don’t ever want him to stop doing.
“I’m getting,” I gasp, my nerves on fire, “I’m getting close. Finish me off on my clit.” He pulls his fingers out, the instant emptiness of their absence only relieved by his gliding up to my clit.
My breaths are short as my chest heaves, the fiery urge building inside like a pressure cooker. But I want him to feel exactly where my favorite spot is. The one that makes me lose control in an instant.
“Move your finger…” I say between pants… “just off to the side.” The pressure builds in my core, all the blood rushing between my legs. “Fuck…just like that. Just a little more—Ah!” He does exactly as I ask with the precision of a sniper. “Just a bit more to the side…ohhhh, holy fuck. Right there.”
I’m writhing against his hand. It’s been so long—there’s no prolonging this. “JJ…shit…I-I’m coming.”
A breathless moan escapes me, my body shaking. His hips thrust against my leg. His hand is still working me until he’s sure I’m done, as he groans, panting, unable to control what he’s experiencing as well.
“Fuck, Kenni!” he screams with several more slow, deep thrusts. I still, a satisfied smile softening my face as I realize he’s reached his own orgasm.
Holy. Fucking. Hotness.
The bliss of this much-needed orgasm, and the fact that he just came in his goddamn pants, nearly sends me over the edge again. He collapses on his back next to me with a full-body sigh. He’s spent. I’m spent. Both of us are trying to recover from the euphoria flooding through us.
“Come here.” I motion for him to roll back my way.
“Kenni, no.” His voice is shaky, the man desperately trying to regain his composure. “I’m a mess, I—”
“Do I look like I care? I said, come here.” His body tenses, my voice softening as I try to calm his fear. “I need you to feel what you did to me on the first fucking try.”
He does as I ask, and I take his finger, placing it next to my clit, letting him feel the still pulsing heartbeat that’s thrumming only because of him, only for him. I’m not sure if I’m still shaking from the orgasm, or if it’s because my heart is starting to beat for him as well.
I’m not sure it will ever be the same after being with this man.
His gaze, gleaming with astonishment and curiosity, locks on mine. “Holy shit. I…I did that to you?”
“You did.” I offer a tired smile with the only energy I have left in my body after that.
“Jordan, you’re not bad in bed. Not even a little bit.
You listened, you hit the perfect spot, and it was fucking fantastic.
The fact that you did all that, and then came without me so much as touching you?
I’ve never been more turned on in my life. ”
A shy smile creeps up his face. “I told you you’d get your wish. Want to know what finally pushed me over the edge?”
“Please tell me so I have this information for future coaching sessions.”
His gaze softens. “You called me JJ.”
Now it’s my turn to be astonished. “I did?”
“Yeah. Turned me the fuck on. Only people I’m super close with call me that. Not even my teammates know that name. How did you hear it?”
I rack my brain trying to remember, my shoulders relaxing as it dawns on me.
“Hannah. She kept calling you JJ, and I guess I must have tucked that away somewhere. Sorry, it just sort of slipped out.”
“I liked it. And after that?” He sheepishly grins. “We’ve definitely reached a new level of…closeness.”
I nod with a laugh. “We did. And you…holy shit, you’re a quick learner. You did amazing. Better than amazing, it was an elite athletic performance. Which is why I want to just lie here and die from the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“There is no way that was the most amazing org—”
I place a finger on his lips. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.
No more of this self-deprecating shit. We’re done with that.
Jordan…” I pause, remembering what he said.
“JJ, I will never lie to you. You are the most confident motherfucker in the world outside of this one little area. We’re going to make you the best fucking fucker there ever was.
No one will ever be able to question your skills.
Are we clear?” He nods as the reality of a looming end date for this agreement creeps back in.
I feel it too.
“I assume you have practice tomorrow?”
“I need to leave around eight.”
“Well then, we need you to get some rest.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep much after that.”
I laugh at this soft, sweet man sprawled in bed with me. He’s so different from his public persona. This side of him, the sweet, scared guy coming out of his hidden mask, is something I feel lucky to witness.
“If you think you won’t be able to control yourself, I’m happy to put up a wall of pillows in the bed—”
“Hell fucking no. I’ve dreamt my whole life about cuddling after sex. Well…sex-ish? Sex adjacent, I guess? You’re not gonna steal that away from me.”
I laugh before placing another kiss on his lips. “I would never deprive you of that. I know my resting bitch face doesn’t project this, but I am a secret snuggle addict. Just don’t tell anyone; I have a badass bitch persona to uphold.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. A badass bitch and a hockey enforcer cuddling in bed? No one has to know,” he says in a comical whisper.
“Perfect. Let’s get cleaned up, put on comfy clothes, order food, and snuggle.”
“The night of my dreams,” he murmurs as he drops a kiss on my lips and heads toward the bathroom.
The giddy smile I’ve been fighting all night finally breaks free.
I’m not going to lie—this does feel pretty perfect.
My pulse is still racing from this entire day.
These feelings, these emotions, are foreign and a little scary.
It’s like I’m taking control of a jet for the first time.
Once I pushed past the fear, I reached heights I never dreamed of.
But this is one of the weirdest damn flights I’ve ever been on.