Chapter 21
Audrey excuses herself to brush her teeth, and I let out one hell of a relieved exhale.
I didn’t know what exactly to think when I FaceTimed her to find an entire unpeeled banana buried into the back of her throat.
I think I blacked out driving over here.
I didn’t expect to get the best blow job of my entire fucking life once I got here, but I certainly wasn’t going to let her try to figure it all out alone.
I know she doesn’t have as much experience as me.
If I wasn’t a professional athlete, I wouldn’t either.
And I know a good chunk of the women I’ve slept with only did it because they wanted the notch on their bedpost. Hardly any women I meet are interested in dating me.
They want money or sex, and sometimes both.
But then I met Audrey, and she turned everything I thought I knew about the female species upside down.
When she said she knew I’d say every experience I have with her will be different because of her, it’s fucking true.
When she smiles, my heart skips a beat. When she unconsciously reaches out to touch me, I feel like I’m flying.
I think about her every moment I’m awake, and she infiltrates all of my dreams. So, yeah, I knew my dick in her mouth would be life-changing.
A current of air rushes across my dick, and I tuck it back inside my boxers without opening my eyes.
I know Audrey is in the room, though, and I hold out a hand for her to join me.
As soon as her fingers touch mine, I yank her into my lap.
She squeals, landing with a jolt, then laughs as her hair surrounds us.
I open my eyes to find she’s let her hair down, and it quite literally takes my breath away.
She smiles sweetly at me, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and I’m acutely aware of the fact that I’m falling in love with her.
“Hi,” she says innocently, with a giggle. Quite the juxtaposition to her devilish attitude from only a few moments ago, where she took complete control over me.
“Hi,” I reply, my voice raspy and deep. I reach up, hooking my hand around her neck, and pull her down for a kiss.
It’s a languid kiss, where we aren’t worried about time.
I slowly devour her. As I slide a hand around to meander up her spine, I realize she’s changed.
Instead of the comfortable loungewear she had been wearing when I arrived, she’s in a frilly tank that reaches mid-thigh, with ruffles along the seams, and a deep v-neck dipping between her phenomenal tits.
My hand drifts down, finding the edge of the tank, and I find a set of shorts with the same ruffles.
I quickly break off the kiss, grabbing the hem of her shirt so I can see the shorts.
“What are you doing?” she giggles.
“I have to see these,” I murmur. The view is awesome. Cupping her ass so perfectly, the cherry design featured is both innocent and alluring. “God damn, baby. I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve ever been turned on by cherries.”
Audrey bites her lip, offering me a shy smile. “I like pretty things for sleeping. There’s something very sexy about silky lingerie, or girlie sets like this.”
“I will love whatever you wear,” I tell her honestly. “As long as I get to take it off you, I’m going to find it sexy.”
She rolls her eyes. “Medical scrubs are not sexy.”
“The hell they aren’t! Do you have any idea what they do to your ass?” I ask as I grab handfuls of each cheek. “You’re lucky I didn’t bend down to bite you when I was there helping you move boxes.”
“You know Chelsea set that up, right? She got there early and moved the boxes off the shelves first.”
“I figured as much,” I tell her with a smile. “All the box-shaped dust marks on the shelves were a dead giveaway. Not that I mind having a wing-woman, though.”
“She’ll love hearing that you called her that. I don’t date often, so she’ll be pretty happy knowing she was part of pushing us together.”
I pull her down for another kiss, loving how she sighs into my mouth.
I’m torn with wanting to dial up the heat a little, but also really enjoying how sensual it feels to slowly kiss her.
I massage her ass lightly, and feel her start to shimmy in my lap.
When she lightly scrapes her fingernails along my scalp, I groan, feeling tingles shoot down my arms. I grip her ass tighter, my tongue stroking hers a little harder, and she pushes her core against mine.
“Jamie,” she whispers against my lips.
“Hmm?”
“I don’t want to sit on your face,” she blurts out. Opening my eyes, I find her staring intently at me. She doesn’t look shy or apprehensive. I don’t detect one ounce of self-consciousness in her gaze. Instead, she looks tightly coiled, turned on as hell, and a fucking vision.
“Okay? Do you want to tell me what you do want?” I ask tentatively.
Audrey bites her lip again, a move I’m noticing is her go-to for when she wants to speak her mind, but is afraid to. “I’ve never been on top before. I want to ride you. Just like this.”
Holy fucking hell. “What else do you want, baby?”
Her eyes become more hooded. “I want you to suck on my breasts while I ride you.”
“I want that too,” I tell her honestly.
“And I want to ride you bare,” she finishes, her eyes dancing between my eyes and lips.
I’m not going to need that full thirty minute rebound now. I’ll be lucky if I last thirty seconds buried inside her raw. “Are you sure, Aud?”
“Yes,” she says, nodding affirmatively. “I’m on the pill. I take it religiously. I really want to feel you, and —”
I cut her off by crashing our lips together. Say no more, Doc. I’m not turning this down. There’s even a tiny voice in the back of my head whispering how amazing it would be to create a baby with Audrey, so evidently, I’m even more on board with this than I would have thought.
Audrey inches my shirt up my abs, and I lean forward, reaching over my shoulder to rip it off.
I then grab the hem of her frilly shirt, pulling it off slowly, watching as every creamy inch of skin becomes visible.
As soon as her breasts are free, I lean forward to suck a tip deep into my mouth.
Audrey’s moan is instant and guttural as she holds my head against her. “You’re so good at that, Jamie.”
I don’t answer, only because I refuse to remove her breast from my mouth.
Slipping a hand between her thighs, I find the seam of her shorts hot and damp, the fabric sinking deliciously into her pussy.
I rub the fabric, feeling it become much wetter, and love the sounds Audrey makes as I continue my ministrations.
Pushing it aside, I easily push two fingers into her channel.
Her walls flutter around me, and I wonder if she’s close to coming.
Letting her breast pop out of my mouth, I look up to find her gaze unfocused and lust-filled. “Are you about to come, Doc?”
She nods, then uses a hand to push her breast back into my mouth.
As soon as I nibble on the tip, her orgasm crashes over her.
I watch, utterly captivated, as she capitulates, thrashing around through aftershocks, her walls tightly clamped onto my fingers.
A beautiful rosy hue covers her body as she catches her breath.
I wait patiently, alternating between each nipple, tonguing them gently, as my fingers slide painstakingly slow through her wetness.
When her eyes open, I can see a much clearer gaze. “Stand up.”
Audrey stands, her legs shaky and unstable, and I remove her shorts before pulling her back into my lap. A quick shuffle as I pull my cock out, running it through her pussy. Notching it at her opening, I say, “Eyes on me.”
She dutifully gazes at me, placing her hands behind my head, as I grip her hips.
I slowly pull her down, filling her painstakingly slowly, but I know this is going to be exceptionally quick.
She feels incomparable. When she’s fully seated against me, I look at where we’re joined, and I can’t focus enough to find where she ends and I begin.
I want to live right here. Where this perfect woman completes me so flawlessly.
“This is gonna be quick, Aud,” I finally rasp, my voice strained with need and tension. “Gonna need you to touch yourself to help me out. Get yourself there.”
“Okay,” she whispers as I pick her back up, where I almost slide completely out of her, then slam her back down. “Oh, God, Jamie, it won’t take me very long.”
Thank fuck for that. I’m a half-second away from coming.
I can barely see straight as pleasure zings through every nerve in my body.
I quicken the pace, white spots dancing in the corners of my vision, and Audrey rests her forehead against mine.
Her moans are getting louder, and I feel her walls begin to clamp down on me, but I can tell she’s not quite there yet.
I lean down, latching onto her nipple, and slide one hand around to press my thumb against her back hole, and that combination does the trick.
We come together, our slick bodies moving as one, and I’ve never had a better orgasm.
Audrey collapses against my shoulder, her hair tickling my sweaty skin along my side and abdomen, and I wrap my arms tightly around her.
“You good?” I whisper breathlessly, placing an absentminded kiss against her shoulder.
“So good,” she murmurs.
I’ve always been partial to schedules. I’m not a man who thrives in an environment of chaos and inconsistency.
So, it’s not only an absolute relief to find that Audrey likes schedules as much as I do, but that she also needs the safety of it.
However, blending our schedules together is more difficult than I’d anticipated.
As I get closer to training camp, I’m in the gym more, meeting with trainers and coaching staff, and finishing up any sponsorship deals I have. Adding in all the punishment tasks I’m still completing means my schedule is jam-packed.