36. JENSEN
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H er silence is literally killing me as I wait in nerve wracking anticipation for her to say something. Anything.
My heart pounds against my ribcage, the blood running through my veins with a throbbing pulse. I’m not easily scared, but pouring my heart out to this girl has me frightened as fuck. I felt really confident when the words left my body, confessing I’m not ready to give up whatever the fuck is going on between us, but now that she’s staring back at me with her brown Bambi eyes flashed with confusion, I’m not so sure.
“Say something, babe,” I plead.
“Yes.” It’s soft, and my eyes widen, not sure if I heard her correctly.
“Yes?” I parrot.
Her face moves up and down with a breaking chuckle coming from her luscious lips.
“I want to see if this can work. If we can work. I want you, Jensen.”
Not willing to wait any longer, I suppress the twitching of my mouth, keeping a straight face as I slowly lean in.
“Good, because it might be a bit tacky doing this with some random hook up.”
Smoothly, I jump off the hood of the car with a mischievous smile on my face.
“What are you doing?” Her brows plow together as I grab her hips with a rough tug, and she lets out a shriek.
“Making my fantasy come true.” I push her back onto the hood while she keeps her head up, her eyes locked with mine.
My fingers move to the button of her jeans, loosening them, before I reach for the hem of the fabric and eagerly pull her jeans from her perky ass.
“Oh, shit,” she mutters as recognition flares her sparkling eyes. Biting my lip, I throw the blue denim on the ground, then slowly drag her gray lace panties from her hips until they are completely off.
With our gazes still locked, she swallows. “Don’t you mean, my fantasy?” she quips, her voice hoarse.
I shake my head. “Not anymore, baby.”
Then I tilt my neck to look at the sight in front of me. Her legs are open and wide, her pussy shining from arousal, all spread out on the hood of her SUV.
It might not be my Camaro, but it’s still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
She stares back at me with hooded eyes, her lashes fluttering as she pants when I grab her ankle. The sun shines bright on her vibrant face, the soft breeze blowing a strand of her hair over her cheeks. With my thumb, I rub the skin on the inside of her leg, taking in this image that I want to hold on to forever.
“You look amazing.” I place a kiss on her calf, before starting a trail as I move my way up.
“Fuck, Jensen,” she huffs when I reach the inside of her thighs.
Softly, gliding both hands over the outside of her hips, I move them under her body, cupping her ass to bring her closer to my mouth, and she freezes when she feels my breath on her folds.
“I’ve been dying to do this since Atlanta. Since your dirty little mind planted that seed in my head.”
Before she can say anything, I press my lips against her clit, taking the little nub in my mouth as I tease it with my tongue. She whimpers in my hands, and fueled by her small moans, I start to taunt the flesh directly around it. Gracing her clit with every kiss and every lick. The sweet and salty taste of her juices on the tip of my tongue has me groaning in pleasure as I watch her closely.
Her beautiful face is looking up at the sky, her lips parted with her chin held up high, showing off her slender neck. She squirms under my touch, the movement growing my own desire. My dick presses uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans, but my mind is completely dazed from the sweetness coming from her core.
That same rush of adrenaline surges through me with every game. The scratching of the ice echoing through the rink, while I glide over it, only focused on one thing; getting that puck in the goal.
I’m the puck.
She’s the goal.
I delve into her center, making her cry out, before I push a finger between her walls while my thumb presses against her clit. She winces at the intrusion, her head snapping up.
“Oh, my God!” she cries.
I shut her up by sucking her inner folds in my mouth, twirling her around my tongue like fucking gummy bears. A whine rings in my ear, like a sweet melody, going straight to my already throbbing dick.
Pushing her even farther, I press a second finger inside of her, then start to finger fuck her in a steady pace. My thumb circles around her clit, and I straighten my back, fully enjoying the view.
She has pushed her white t-shirt up, exposing her matching gray laced bra while she massages her breast with her eyes closed. Every time I push back in, she lets out a small yelp, arching her back to make me go deeper and deeper. The taste of this girl is addicting, and when I dig in, I want to tear her apart.
I want her to come undone, to be completely surrendered to me, like I am to her just by watching her smile. She pushes me to do better, and think about what I want in life, captivating me with her scornful eyes any time I’m being an ass. Having her below me in complete submission gives me the confidence to do whatever the fuck I want. In any way possible.
“Jesus, Jensen,” she puffs, opening her eyes when I replace my thumb with my tongue once more.
“Shut up, baby.” Flicking her clit with my tongue, I press her stomach down to the metal of the car, making it unable for her to move.
“Oh, fuck,” she calls out, trying to break loose from my touch. “Oh, Jensen. I can’t!”
Ignoring her, I keep going, building up her high until she tenses beneath me, and a feral screech erupts from her mouth. Her legs shake, and I run my tongue along her clit with a few more strokes until she goes limp, completely spent with her eyes closed. Her pussy drips from wetness, looking sexy as fuck, and I can’t resist placing another kiss on her core, coating my tongue with her juices.
Bringing my head back up, I take a step back, looking at her lush body, plastered against the shiny black metal. Her legs are spread, her arms above her head as she pants into the sky.
“Do you know how hot you look right now?”
“My ass is burning on this metal, and my pussy is burning from your touch, so yeah, I have a good idea,” she says, like a fucking smartass, smirking up at me.
I quickly grab her ankle, yanking her off the car before I catch her with her ass in my palms. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I bury my face in her neck, sucking on the skin below her ear.
“Cheeky little witch.”
“Hmm.” She tilts her head, giving me better access while her hands pull my hair. The sensation of the burn on my scalp goes all the way to my legs, and I close my eyes, breathing her in. My body completely overwhelmed by lust.
She pushes me back, her hands moving to my front, grinding her palm against the bulge in my jeans while she gives me a lazy look. A look that tells me I’m tired, but I want more anyway.
My hands are locked around her spine as she slowly starts to undo my jeans until they fall down, pooling around my ankles. I pull her hips against me, rubbing my hard dick against her soaking wet pussy. The friction of my boxers against her core makes her huff against my neck, her nails digging into my back as she holds on tightly. I fist her hair, roughly tilting her head to capture her mouth with mine again. A searing shiver graces my spine, sending new spirals of ecstasy through my body when our tongues smash together again.
There is more urgency every time I kiss this girl, as if my mark still isn’t complete, and I’m doing my best to burn it into her body. To claim her with every collision of our lips, until one day, there is nothing left but a permanent mark.
“I’m all for feminism, equal rights…” I groan against her lips between kisses, “equal pay, and all that shit.”
She pulls back, holding my chin in her hand with a frown. “What is your point, hockey boy?”
A lopsided grin slowly builds. “I mean this in the best way possible,” I start, pushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, my mouth hovering above hers, “but you are mine . I own you. You are spoken for, taken, booked for the foreseeable future. Claimed. ”
She purses her lips with an amused glint dancing in her gold eyes. “Is that so?”
“Property of Jared James Jensen from this day forward.”
A smile travels her face, closing her eyes for a second. “Those arrogant jocks.”
“Just one, babe,” I mutter, recapturing her lips in a demanding way.
Without wasting any more time, I push my boxers down. My dick eagerly springs free, and I push against the warmth of her pussy, relishing in her wetness as I run my shaft through her folds.
“Are you on the pill?”
She nods, eagerly biting her lip.
“You clean?”
Another nod.
“Me too. You cool with this?” Fucking hell, I hope she is, because I’m pretty sure I don’t have a condom and she’s too sexy to leave her all willing and wanting.
“Yes, Jensen. Come here. I want to feel you.”
She jerks at my repeating touch, showing the whites of her eyes with parted lips. The sun is burning on my neck, but it’s nothing compared to the burn that I feel rubbing my tip up and down through her heat. Being on fire has never felt this good.
Listening to her pleading moans, I finally push inside, then tease her by pulling out to go back to her clit, before repeating the process. Her grunts are getting more demanding, sounding like music to my ears, and when her eyes flash with a glow of carnal desire, I thrust myself inside of her, slowly settling in her walls.
“Fuck, you feel so good, babe.” I throw my head back, looking up at the sky.
Pulling her closer to my body, I hold on to her hips, pushing in and out of her center. The softness of her walls on my dick feels like bliss; a hot shower after a day in the snow. Thrusting inside of her, she holds onto my shoulders, tilting her neck up.
Leaning in, I place blistering, open kisses down her neck, teasing the area below her ear. “You’re divine, baby.” I take her earlobe in my mouth, scratching the soft flesh with my teeth as I slowly pull back. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“Deeper, baby. I want to feel you everywhere,” she huffs against my lips.
Her hands move to my ass, pushing me to go deeper.
“Like this?” I roughly slam my dick inside her, and her body jerks, her eyes popping out of her head with a rumbling bellow fanning my face.
Her eyes close when I do it again, and she presses her forehead against my chest. “Yes, keep going. Like that.”
Fueled by her directions, I pick up the pace, wanting to devour her. Wanting her to fall apart in my hands, completely shattered until I’m ready to pick up the pieces. I want to break her and make her for the rest of my life.
While I’m thrusting inside of her, she brings her head up, looking up at me through her thick lashes. I lick the seam of her mouth, taunting, before nibbling her lip, then press a kiss to the pink flesh when I’ve let go. Her hand moves up to my cheek, staring into my eyes with an intense gaze. I want to take a snapshot of her face in this exact position, wishing I could frame it and hang it above my bed.
“It has never felt better, Jensen,” she speaks softly, but with determination, keeping our eyes locked as if she wants to make sure I hear her loud and clear. “Your body colliding with mine,” she continues. “No one has ever made me feel like you do.”
A jolt of electricity goes through my entire body when I understand the meaning of her words, knowing she feels how I feel, but also wondering if I will ever be able to come back from this. From her. But I already know the answer to that question.
“I think you’re made for me, Rae.”
I don’t think, I know.
Driving my hips into her wet pussy, my release builds, and I put my thumb in her mouth, wetting it with her own saliva before I press it against her clit. She winces in my arms, and I hold her up as I keep thrusting inside of her, working her clit to bring her to the top of the hill. Each push harder, each pull faster.
Her pants are becoming more frantic with every move, and when my muscles tense in my core, she lets out a long cry, like she’s a damn banshee in heat. Whatever they may sound like. My face grows stern, closing my eyes as I feel my climax hit me like thunder, a feral groan coming with it before I fall into Rae. Placing my palms on the hot metal of the car, I do my best to hold myself up with my trembling legs.
Our gazes collide, and I watch how she bites her tongue with a smirk curling in the corner of her mouth while I pant against her face, trying to catch my breath.
“Did you just fuck me on the hood of my car?” She sniffles.
“No, baby,” I say, my voice sounding gravelly. “I ate you out on the hood of your car, then fucked you underneath the sun. On the hood of your car .”
“Show off.” She gives me a playful push.
“Next time, it will be my Camaro.”
Her face falls a bit, a worry written on her face, and I know exactly what’s going through her mind.
“Hey.” I cup her cheek and search her eyes. “I meant what I said. I’m staying. I wanna be with you. I don’t know what will happen or where I’m gonna be playing next season, but I know I wanna be with you. We will work it out, okay?”
She closes her eyes, leaning into my touch.
Then her kissable mouth opens with a soft voice.
“Okay.” Mischief shines over her features before her attention drops to my side. “Does this qualify as a brand?” Her soft fingers run over my still crusty red boot tattoo.
My head falls onto her shoulder at the sensitiveness, amusement rumbling from my chest. “I love that you want to brand me, baby. But that ain’t it. That’s now the symbol of ‘fuck it’ . The one memory that made me realize I want more. I want you . When I’m getting a brand for you, it will be on full display.”
And I know exactly what to get.