Chapter 32Nick
Chapter 32
Nick
DECEMBER | TAROT: King of Swords
Miss Friends-with-Benefits, Miss We-Have-To-Be-Lowkey. Well, there was little Miss Wearing-My-Jersey-At-My-Request.
She waved down to me from the top of the lower bowl, where she stood with Jessie and Kitty. She mouthed a “good luck.” I then went about the business of ignoring her, all the while enjoying the surge of hormones from Annabelle Markham doing what I asked.
Or well, I successfully ignored her until I went to the side to stretch. Then I had to look again. She also made a show of waving at Romelski, also her client. She turned, tossing her hair over one shoulder to reveal the number on the back, gesturing to it with her thumbs for Romelski to see. He laughed next to me.
That little sneak. She wasn’t wearing my jersey at all.
“Aw, Annie wore the jersey I gave her!” he said. “She’s so cool. I liked Marcie too, but Annie’s the best.”
Little did he know that she was doing it to get under my skin. And it worked. I both loved and hated it. For being a golden child, she had the tiniest rebellious streak. I liked provoking it, and knowing that she flexed it just for me.
Rebellious Annie dry-humped me in an ice rink locker room. Rebellious Annie did naughty stuff with me where we shouldn’t. Rebellious Annie was wild and free. But the things that made her wild made the balance of her controlled exterior so much more intriguing.
Annie Markham always had it together. Annie Markham was one person who contained multitudes. She could on one hand negotiate the hell out of a business deal, and on the other walk around my kitchen with nothing but the breeze touching her perfect ass.
So anyway, I had to focus.
The game against Minnesota had me on my toes. I let one get past me in the first, something I try not to do. I did everything I could to not try to find Annie at every TV timeout, focusing on the streams of water I sprayed down my back. Oh, showering with Annie would have to be added to my education list.
Focus.
We were up 3 to 2 in the third, and the boys kinda came apart. Some of them, like Mikey, were getting agitated. One of Minnesota’s players kept trying to mess with me, so Mikey picked a fight with him. That resulted in him going to the box and Minnesota getting a power play. So naturally, they scored with three minutes remaining, tying the score.
We went scoreless in overtime, so that put us on to a shootout. My time to shine, with my sassy angel girl watching.
To my delight, the brat who kept trying to fight me was up first. It’s not often that I care enough to do something vengeful, but this day was different. I was fired up by Annie and annoyed with this particular winger.
So instead of focusing on blocking the shot, I focused on tripping his ass with my stick. Fortunately, I was successful, both at blocking his piddly-ass shot and at sending him sailing into the boards. I couldn’t help but grin when I stood with the puck in my glove.
“Oops,” I said as he peeled himself off the ice and skated away.
He turned back instantly, throwing off his gloves before the ref held him back. Like a child, I stuck my tongue out at him. Then to add insult to injury, Sorrento netted one on them with no effort.
Minnesota’s best vet got one past me, doing the wait-till-the-last-second trick that I should have seen coming. Then Stelle sank another for us.
Minnesota sent out one of their young hot shots for their final chance, but I was easily able to swipe it away from him with my stick.
Shutouts are great, but winning a shootout also feels pretty damn good.
I expected to walk out to an exuberant Annie. Not that she could touch me or give anything away, but I had this flash fantasy of sending her saucy texts while we were in the same room celebrating.
My high was quickly thwarted.
After the game, Jessie and Kitty waited for their men, but Annie wasn’t there. I almost asked Kitty where Annie went, but stopped myself. Instead, I went into Broody Nick mode as we went to get some food after the game.
“Obi, you’re grumpypants,” Jessie teased me as I overheard Kitty say to Stelle, “Annie sends her regrets. She came to the game but said she’s behind on laundry.”
I grunted at Jessie.
“Grunting? Seriously, Obi? You’re so moody.”
“I’m tired,” I grumbled as I pulled up my texts.
Behind on laundry, huh?
Annie Markham
I’ve been on the road all week, Ober. Is that a problem?
My jersey too dirty for you to wear today?
Dunno. Couldn’t find it before the game
“Up too late doing something last night?” Jessie pushed on with a little smirk.
I put my phone face down and shoved a chicken wing in my face. “No. Who would I be doing anything with?”
She gave an innocent little pout of her lips. “I don’t know, maybe that girl you’re involved with?”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Stay out of my business, Mommy.”
“Oh, so there is business?” She propped her chin on her fist and batted her eyelashes. “Do tell the business. Does the business ever come to your games?”
Kitty joined the conversation, throwing her arm around Jessie’s neck. “What’s this I hear about business?”
I sucked the rest of the meat off the chicken bone and threw it in the pile of discarded wings. “You’re not my real mom,” I spat at Jessie.
She and Kitty giggled as I stood, slammed my glass of water, and threw money on the table.
“Where are you going?” Kitty asked, also entertained by my grouchiness.
“I’ve got business to attend to.”
I stormed out of the bar without a backward glance, texting Annie again.
Greg and I are coming over
You and Greg? To what do I owe this honor?
You’d better do that no panties routine again,
and this time, you wear my jersey
Should I plan for an extended stay?
Plan for my head to be parked between your legs
until the fucking sun comes up
Sounds tiring
You won’t be complaining
* * *
The nerves caught up to me by the time I made it to Annie’s place. Leaving the bar, I was fueled by testosterone-filled rage. Going through the monotony of packing an overnight bag, taking Greg for a walk, and driving over to her place took it out of me.
I was going to move on to the next level in our lessons: oral. For the first time since I screwed it up over the summer. Yes, I’d successfully used my hands on her multiple times by then, but the mouth stuff was the thing that got me into trouble.
But all of the jitters melted away when Annie greeted me at the door wearing nothing but my jersey and a pair of socks, her hair cascading over one shoulder as she leaned against the doorframe. My cock immediately jumped to attention.
“Well, well,” she said with a smirk. “Look what the cat dragged in.”
She reached out for Greg in my arms, planting a kiss on his head and giving him a gentle scratch. Greg slurped at her chin, making her laugh. “Welcome back to my house, little buddy. Go have an explore.”
Annie unclipped Greg’s leash and put it by the door, letting him down. I got the tiniest flash of her butt cheeks as she set him down. My throat, and pants, felt tight. I gripped her hips.
“This looks really good on you,” I said through a graveled throat. “And it looks like you followed my request.”
She whirled in my arms, hooking her hands behind my head. “You drove a hard bargain.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t find it.”
“As luck would have it, I found it. Just in time,” she said with a shrug.
“Too bad you couldn’t find it before the game like I asked.”
“You don’t get to dictate what I wear, Nick Oberbeck. I’ll do a lot of things for my clients, but they don’t get to be my stylists.”
I nipped her neck with my teeth. “Do most of your clients make you come with their hands?”
She grinned. “That’s confidential.”
“Confidential, my ass, little girl,” I growled, throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her into her bedroom. I kept one hand on her butt, rubbing and squeezing. “Are you flashing your pussy on camera for your other clients?”
I tossed her down on the pillows with a bounce. She pinned her knees together, scooting toward the pillows. I stripped off my t-shirt and threw it on the floor, crawling after her.
“Also confidential, Mr. Oberbeck.” Those little dimples and freckles went straight to the core of me, wrecking me, ruining every hope I’d ever have of being free of her possession.
I yanked her thighs toward my shoulders. “Do your other clients know how fucking delicious your pussy is?"
She whimpered out my name as I kissed her inner thigh.
"Do they?" I demanded.
"Only you.” Her eyes danced, besotted with her little game.
“That’s what I thought. So you’re gonna wear my jersey while I eat this pussy until you beg me to stop. Got it?”
“Yep.” She gave an excited giggle, then a deep sigh as I stroked my tongue from bottom to top.
“You know the drill. Tell me if I’m doing something wrong,” I said, softer.
“Doing great so far,” she gasped as I went in again. “Just limit the teeth. Tongue and lips only, please.”
Even though we were playing around, she was genuine in trying to help me get better. That’s part of what made me so comfortable with her. I knew she wanted both of us to win. Why I trusted her.
She gave me a little more direction, broad upward strokes of my tongue, careful flicks, and an occasional suck. I’d been at it for a solid ten minutes, and she was still just writhing around under me.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“Wrong? No, why?”
“It’s just, uh, kinda been a minute.”
Her cheeks tinged pink. “It just takes time. I’m sorry. Um, if you want to use your fingers, it’ll go faster. Or I can grab a toy.”
I thought about that. “But you can get off from just oral, right?”
“I can. It just takes longer. If you’re tired—”
I placed a hand on her stomach. “Absolutely not, angel. I just wanted to make sure I was doing it right. I want to finish you with my mouth, if that’s cool.”
“Yeah. That’s how you’ll learn.”
I reached for her hand. “It’s not just about learning. I want you to come because I want you to feel good. You’re not just a science experiment, Annie.”
Her eyes softened and she raised up on an elbow. “Thanks.” Her mouth twisted into a little grin. “I want to kiss you, Nick.”
My heart melted into an irreparable, unable to be reconstituted goo. “Then kisses are what you’ll get.” I climbed up to hover over her, drinking in her smile and the freckles on her nose that scrunched when she laughed.
I wanted to tell her how special she was. How utterly breathtaking. How she’d never just be a lesson or a science experiment, but herself, and how there’s nothing and no one more wonderful than her.
But those aren’t friend feelings. Those are real feelings.
So instead, I gave her the kisses she wanted. As her body rocked under me, my hand drifted under the jersey, cupping her breast. Her hands explored me, delicate caresses that drove me up the wall. This was different than the sheer horniness with which we’d touched each other in the past. It was tender, gentle, and heated all at once.
“Ready for me to make you come, baby?”
Annie bit her lip and nodded, and honest to God, the look she gave me in that moment would have made me give her anything she wanted. A puppy. A pony. An orgasm. A house in the Bahamas if that’s what she asked for. I made up my mind right then that I’d keep adding items to our lessons checklist just to prolong this time with her. Because it wasn’t just sex I needed anymore. It was Annie.
I kissed, licked, and sucked. I ground my hips into the mattress, needing some relief for how much she was turning me on. She pulled my hair and rolled her hips, her legs shaking against my face.
“Nick, please, like that, it’s perfect, I—”
I wanted to egg her on with words but my mouth was busy, so I did what she asked until I felt it. Not just felt it, but heard it. Tasted it. She was wetter, tighter, and fuck, was she louder.
I looked up at her, chest heaving and inner thighs still quaking. “Seems like I got it this time.”
She let out a breathy sigh and flopped her knees open. “Yeah. You got it. I’m fucking weak. I need a minute.”
“No rush, angel. This dick isn’t going anywhere anytime soon after that.” I sprawled out next to her and she rested her head on my chest. She stroked her hand over my cock through my briefs.
“You could fuck me now if you want. I assume you’ve been tested, and my last test was negative. I’m on the pill, and I’ve still got this thing on for you.” She pulled at the jersey’s hem.
I groaned, putting my head back. It was awfully tempting. Instead, I reached to the nightstand where she had a glass of water, handing it to her.
“Your hands and mouth should do just fine,” I said. “I can’t get enough of knowing you’re bare under there. I don’t know what it is. Shirt. Jersey. If you wore a potato sack with no underwear, I’d be edging myself.”
She laughed, putting the water back on the nightstand and resting back on her heels. She swept her hair over one shoulder and lifted the jersey, touching her drenched pussy gently, then moving her hand up to her breast.
“Fucking killing me, Annie.”
“Oh, did you want to get touched?” she teased, leaning over me before tugging my underwear down. I kicked them off my feet as she straddled me and grasped my hands, all that wetness covering my cock.
“Oh, Jesus, Annie.”
“Gotta make sure we have enough lube to make it a good time.”
Right when I was trying to decide whether her dry-humping me again was what I wanted, she scooted back and her hand met my cock. The other cupped my balls, her nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I loved it all: the devilish look in her eyes, the way she kept checking my reaction, the occasional addition of her mouth. The visuals, the feelings, even the room still smelling like her. Her taste around my lips.
“On your back, angel.”
She quirked an eyebrow as I stood, pulling her hips to the edge of the bed.
“Show me you,” I said. She reached for my cock and lifted the shirt, bringing it to reveal one breast.
“Like this?”
“Just like that, baby. You still wet for me?”
“I’ll be wetter if you talk to me.”
I stalled, my brain doing the equivalent of the computer wheel of death.
“Don’t think, Nick. Just tell me what you’re feeling.”
Like you’re the most perfect human to ever grace this planet? Not the time for that.
“I love looking at you spread out for me like this. Fucking perfect tits. This tight little pussy all wet for me. You’re so fucking good with that hand, angel.” I grinned down at her. “My perfect little naughty angel, coming all over my face and wearing my name. God, I wanna hear you come again. You got a toy I can use on you?”
Her eyes widened and her eyebrows went up. “Yeah. Definitely. Drawer behind you.”
I quickly dropped to my knees and sucked her pussy for a second. “Fuck, are you kidding me, Nick?”
I chuckled, low and dark. “No, I want to make you come as many times as I can.”
“By all means,” she said.
I dug out a little pill-shaped thing and held it up. “This good?”
“Oh yeah, get back over here.”
“How do I . . . work it?” I asked, flipping it over to look for an on switch.
Annie smirked and took it from me, pressing her thumb into a small indentation and holding it between her legs. “You wanna take over?” she offered.
“What do you like?”
Her gaze softened. “Just press it into my clit there. Move it around a little if you want.”
I tried gentle circles. “Like that?”
“Yes, that’s it.”
She moaned and cried while I worked the toy over her, her hand jerking me all the while. Her eyes rounded.
“You about to come, baby?” I asked. She nodded. “Want me to hold you off?”
Her breasts moved quicker with her breath. “Yes. It’s so fucking good, Nick.”
“I like my girl to feel good,” I grinned, removing the toy. “Just ask when you’re ready to come over the edge again, okay?”
“I want to be together. When you’re close, put it back on me.” Her hand left my cock, dipping into her pussy and getting the slick on her fingers before returning.
“Fuck, baby, that’s good. So good and wet for me.”
“I want your cum,” she said, ears turning red.
I groaned. This perfect woman was begging for the dirtiest shit and I loved it. “I like you begging for it, Annie.”
I put the toy back on her, feeling my edge approach, and I raised her shirt to take a handful of her tit. And that was enough.
I choked out a “now” and a few things happened. I spilled on her stomach. She cried out and clamped my hips between her legs, and thank God she did, because I almost fell over from my vision going black. We panted, wide-eyed and disbelieving.
“Okay, I think I’m done now,” she laughed. “You alright, babe?”
“Great. Fucking amazing. Whew.”
She sat up on her elbows with a big smile. “You were all dominant. You don’t do that much.”
“You liked that? I was nervous as fuck.”
“You had me fooled,” she giggled. “Come on. Let’s go rinse each other off.”
And in the shower, we held each other. Felt the water running over our skin. Laughed about nothing. Kissed sweet, soft, joyful kisses.
I was smitten. I was screwed.