Chapter 32
32
RONAN
I feel the way Nicky’s sexy frame shakes under me. Her shiver of anticipation moves through her body and into mine.
“Can I fuck you, beautiful girl?” I trace a finger between her luscious breasts, down to the hollow of her belly. I feel her abdominal muscles jump right before I cup her mound with my palm. “Do you want to feel my cock inside this gorgeous pussy?”
My dream girl moans, spreading her shapely legs wider. “Yes. Fuck me, Ronan.”
I’m grinning like a lottery winner when I shuck off my boxers and toss them to the floor.
“Oh my god…” I hear Nicky whisper.
I turn back in her direction to find her gaping at my erection, fingers clamped over her mouth. That’s a reaction I’ve seen before. On many occasions. Still, I fight back my smirk and try to play innocent.
“Is there a problem, Peach?”
She motions to my crotch. “Your hockey stick is a literal hockey stick. That thing is huge. It’s dangling halfway to the floor.”
“Three-quarters of the way. Don’t be disrespectful.”
My dick is hard, bobbing all on its own, precum dripping from the crown. I’m loving Nicky’s reaction to my manhood. A little too much. I stroke a hand down my shaft, willing the poor eager guy to calm down.
She slaps my arm. “Ronan! That thing is gonna split me like a pinata. I’m new at the office. I can’t get hospitalized right now. I’m not sure my health insurance coverage has kicked in yet.”
I clench the back of her neck, giving it a little squeeze as I steal a quick, hot kiss that leaves her bug-eyed and speechless. “It’s true, baby. My hockey stick might split you apart. In the best possible way. If that happens, I’ll cover the hospital bill. It’s the least I can do.”
Nicky’s amused laughter fills the air. It’s practically the best sound ever. I want to hear it again and again.
But I want to hear her moans even more.
“Let me take you to bed, Peach. And I guarantee I’ll give you the night of your life.”
A puff of air gushes from her lungs. “That’s what I want.”
Holding myself up on one elbow, I lean over the side of the bed and grab my pants from off the floor. I’m feeling pretty damn good about what’s about to happen until I flip open my wallet and I realize…
“ Fu-u-u-ck !”
“What is it?” Nicky asks, smoothing her warm palms over my shoulders and down my biceps. There are no words to describe how good that feels.
But now my big plan to ravage her pussy is about to go down the drain. And I’m two seconds away from violently banging my skull into the headboard. Because I really fucked this up.
“I don’t have condoms,” I tell her.
Why would I? I had no idea tonight would turn out the way it did. Merely a few hours ago, Nicky was barely speaking to me. And since Nicky is the only thing I think of, going home with any other woman was completely out of the question. So protection was the furthest thing from my mind.
Nicky scoots out from beneath me and I’m certain it’s all over now. But then she stumbles across to the chair in the corner, digs her hand into her big big purse and emerges with two small foil packets clenched between her fingers.
She grins like the champion she is. “Don’t worry. I bought condoms earlier.”
I’m so relieved, I nearly drop on my hands and knees at her feet to worship her.
But something about the way she just said that catches my attention. “You bought condoms? Earlier ?”
Round breasts, wide hips, soft tummy, she saunters across the room to where I’m sitting. Not an insecurity in the world. She comes to stand between my spread thighs, towering over me. Damn. She’s beautiful.
“In the restroom at the bar,” she says matter-of-factly. “I bought them from that dispenser thing on the wall.”
Now I’m the one grinning uncontrollably.
Fuck. I love that she prepared for this. It makes my cock even harder.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she chastises me. “Protection is important. Do I seem like a woman who would leave my entire fate in the hands of some man? Even a man like you?”
A man like me? I don’t know what she means by that, and now is definitely not the time to ask. I don’t want to risk things going sour here.
“What? Why are you grinning like that, Hockey Guy?” She looks genuinely confused by my amusement.
I smooth my hands up and down her luscious thighs. “You knew…”
“Knew what?” Her head angles to the side, the tips of her curly hair grazing her pointed nipples.
I trail a kiss over her ribs, letting my stubble bruise her skin. I weigh the globes of her ass in my palms. “You knew we were going to fuck.”
She shudders under my hands, her head tilting back in pleasure. “I did,” she confesses softly. “On some level, I knew that no matter how hard I tried to fight, eventually I’d give into this…this…”
“Yeah,” I say, my voice gritty as I pucker my mouth against her sternum and squeeze her ass. “I don’t know how to label this, either.” I kiss a line across her chest, just beneath the underside of her breasts. I could die with my face against her boobs like this. So soft. Smells so good.
“I don’t need labels,” she leans down to whisper by my ear. “I just need your cock inside me.” She closes her fingers around my length, slowly stroking me up and down.
I feel a grin slide across my lips. “I couldn’t agree more. For fifty-two days, I’ve been imagining what your pussy would feel like, wrapped around my cock. I’ve wondered how tight you’d be. How wet. Whether you’d like it fast or if you’d want me to take my time. Now I’m about to find out.”
I quickly tear open the condom wrapper and unroll the latex down my length. Then I brace Nicky’s hips. She positions both arms on my shoulders and one knee on the mattress, looking beautiful and lusty and the tiniest bit nervous as our eyes connect.
I line up the head of my cock, notching it against her opening. And I wait. “You ready?” I ask softly, all joking gone from my voice.
I’m a lucky guy. I’ve lived a fun life. I’ve had a lot of great experiences. But I just know this is about to be one of the very best moments of my life so far.
When Nicky Westbrook begins lowering her hips, the walls of her tight pussy stretching to accommodate the head of my dick, every other accomplishment in this lifetime instantly fades.
Holy-fucking-damn-shit-fuck.
Fuck.
“Ronan…” Her voice cracks around my name.
My arms wrap around her, holding her tight to my chest. “Nicky…” I croak out.
The way her breasts crush against my abs, the way she clings to my neck, the way her pussy carefully swallows my dick one inch after the next after the next. There’s no convincing me that this woman’s body wasn’t made for me.
“That’s it, baby. Fill yourself up,” I croak into her hair. “Fill yourself up with my dick. Goddammit, Nicky.”
She makes jagged sounds in her throat, clinging to me tighter. She throws her head back and sinks down all the way. “Holy…fuck…Ronan…” When she’s fully seated in my lap, she blows air through her lips. “I need a second to catch my breath.”
“Take your time, Peach.” I rub my hands up and down her back, trying to act cool and supportive.
On the inside, I’m losing my shit.
Her pussy is so fuck-damn tight. The walls are pulsing and squeezing and undulating in an erratic rhythm that’s driving me mad. Being enclosed in all this heat feels like enough to push me over the edge.
But I clench my jaw. I grit my teeth. And I wait until she’s ready to move.
And when she’s ready to move, fuck, does she go wild.
She starts rolling her hips in quick, tight motions, bouncing heavily on my lap. Her curves press against me, her nipples brushing back and forth on my chest. She’s so wet, it’s extreme. She’s completely drenched the lap, dripping down onto the sheets.
“Ronan, yes.” She purrs my name, her eyes fluttering up to the ceiling. When she starts building speed, riding me harder, taking me deeper, I want to look into those honey brown eyes. I need to.
I cup her cheek, forcing her eyes to stay on mine. I start fucking her from below and her pelvis meets mine, thrust for thrust. I can’t even catalogue all the emotions pouring through me right now. I don’t know how to keep a rein on them.
All I know is I want this to mean something to her. When it’s all over, I want her to tell me that she felt something too. Because right now, I feel everything.
Grinning in that mischief-loving way of hers, Nicky pushes me back on the mattress. She climbs over me and she rides. It’s the sight of a lifetime, this beautiful woman with her head thrown back, hands in her mahogany curls. And her tits bouncing. And the mind-melting smile on her face. I can’t look away.
“You’re staring, Hockey Guy. So rude.” A breathless grin dances on her face.
“You’re gorgeous, Peach. So distracting.”
And because her grin is a little too smug for my liking, I grab her hips and abruptly flip her onto her back.
She yelps in surprise.
Now, I’m hovering above her. “Lock your legs around my back, like a good girl. Let me fuck that smile off your face.”
“Give it your best shot, babe,” she taunts me.
“Oh, I was trying to be nice. But now, you’re gonna pay, my little brat.” I flip her again, this time so she’s facedown on the mattress. I grab onto her hips, pulling her ass up in the air.
“What are you gonna do? Spank me?” She wiggles her butt at me.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Maybe.” She wiggles that perfect ass again.
I grin to myself as my open palm comes down hard on the flesh of her ass. I watch the way her curves wobble.
“Ohh, mmm,” Nicky groans, arching her spine, pushing her breasts into the mattress, giving me a view of everything. I watch, my dick about to explode as even more wetness spills from her opening.
“Fuck. I need to be inside you. Right now.”
I align my cock with her entrance, wondering just how hard I can take her. Nicky answers the question by throwing her ass back and swallowing half of my cock into her pussy in just one movement.
I roar like an animal. And then I go in.
I pound her mercilessly. I fuck her pussy like it’s mine. Like it belongs to me. Like she belongs to me.
Hunching over her, I plant one arm on the bed and reach around the front of her body. I rub and stroke her clit as I fill her opening to the hilt. Over and over again.
“Love the way your body responds to me,” I murmur.
“Love the way your cock fills me up,” she shoots breathlessly over her shoulder, working her ass back against me.
This feels too damn good. My body can’t take anymore. I may be a world class athlete but suddenly, I don’t trust that my own body is strong enough. My arms wobble. My knees shake.
I’m not going to last long. Shit. I’m going to blow in no time.
I give her clit one last tug between my fingers and Nicky starts to unravel beneath me.
Her pussy heats up like lava and her walls begin to clench and release. I hear her cries, muffled when she buries her face into the bedding as she rocks recklessly against my dick. “Come for me, Peach.”
“I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming…” she yells, followed by a long string of moans.
My body goes deadly still and my seed shoots out like a rocket. I empty-empty-empty inside her, afraid this stream of release will never stop.
When Nicky tumbles into the bed, she falls onto her side, shaking and flushed, a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. From where she’s panting and struggling to catch her breath, her eyes meet mine.
And the look she gives me makes me want to run. She regrets this. She regrets doing this with me. It’s written all over her face. And I don’t want to hear her say that.
Her mouth opens tentatively. I cut her off before she can utter a word.
“Bathroom!” I yelp. “I’ve gotta use the bathroom!”
I hobble off the bed, my legs shaking beneath me like pogo sticks as I hightail it to the bathroom. I deal with the condom and splash some water on my face, taking stock of what just happened.
I fucked Nicky Westbrook, and now she’s about to list a bunch of reasons why it shouldn’t have happened. She’s going to tell me why it won’t happen again. And I’m going to be devastated.
Dammit.
“You got yourself into this mess, asshole,” I mutter to my reflection in the mirror. “Don’t hide in here. Go face it. Go face the music.”
Grabbing one of those tiny complimentary towels folded on the edge of the hotel sink, I drench it in warm water and head back into the bedroom.
Nicky is propped up against the headboard. She has a pillow clutched protectively over her naked body and a nervous look on her face.
“Hey…” she says shyly in a voice that doesn’t even sound like hers.
I take her in. Pretty and messy and about to stab me in the fucking heart. “Hey…”
Sitting on the edge of the bed beside her, I smile softly, running the rag over her sweaty forehead. I gently pry the pillow from her hands, and to my surprise, she lets me. I blot the terrycloth between her breasts. Then hesitantly, Nicky widens her legs and lets me clean her there, too.
I turn to start grabbing my clothes because I’m sure that’s what she wants. She’s about to kick me out, so I might as well get a head start.
She surprises me though, grabbing my wrist. I glance in her direction and find her nervously licking her lips.
I sit back on the edge of the bed with a sigh, resigned to the incoming disappointment. “What’s up, Peach?”
She lets her suddenly shy eyes meet mine. “Remember how you said that we could…practice. Being in a relationship. Like study buddies or whatever?”
My body stills. That one fragmented question ignites my chest like a pilot light. “Yes?”
She pulls in a deep breath. “I was wondering…is that offer still on the table?”
Shock smacks me upside the head. An instant grin splashes across my face. “Hell yeah, Peach!”