22. Sam
Sam
I don’t remember being this nervous for a date as I stood awkwardly outside Kelsey’s suite door.
When Monica had checked in earlier and asked for a budget for Kelsey’s clothing, I had told her to give her the world, but if Kelsey saw a single price tag, I’d fire her ass.
I wouldn’t, and she knew it, but the empty threat conveyed the importance.
Kelsey and I were from two different worlds where money was involved, and I didn’t want to add to that wall between us.
My heart just about stopped when Kelsey came out of her bedroom, face flushed and wearing a dress that I swore was now my second favorite color—second only to the golden color of her eyes. I kept glancing down at her as we walked hand in hand to the car waiting at the front of our hotel.
I brushed off the driver and opened the car door for her, waiting until she was settled in her seat before circling the car and entering on the passenger side. Once seated, I offered my hand and relaxed as she slipped her tiny hand into mine .
“Where are we going?”
“I let Monica pick for us. It’s in St. Paul. She said the chef was known for incredible five-course tasting menus, but you can also order a-la-carte.”
Kelsey swallowed nervously, “I’m assuming they don’t have a Juicy Lucy on the menu?”
“If you want a burger, I’ll find you one.”
“No, I’m a foodie. I love everything from oysters to shitty, fried carnival food.
Burgers have a time and place; I’m not risking getting a single drop of melted cheese on this dress.
Speaking of dresses, thank you. I’m in love with it.
I also don’t think Monica can return the rest of the dresses she sent over; all the tags were removed. ”
Yep, Monica was getting a raise.
“I guess you’ll need to keep them.”
“That’s silly. I don’t have any place to wear those clothes.”
“I’d like you guys to come on the road with me. For all my away games, I’ll find plenty of places for you to wear them.”
Kelsey hesitated, “But what about my job? If I can’t earn money consistently, I won’t be able to pay my bills and save for school.”
“I realize that I’m asking you to leave a lot behind, and I think it would be more than fair for me to cover the cost of your education in return for you attending my games.”
I felt Kelsey stiffen and realized I’d pushed too hard, too fast. She gazed silently out the window and leveled me with a menacing glare. “I don’t want to be your employee.”
Fuck. Kelsey, as my employee, was the last thing I had considered. I saw her on my arm, in my bed. Yes, it was something I would never consider doing with an employee.
“I don’t want that either. Yeah, it seems like it’s transactional, but outside of school and the games, everything else is optional.”
“What is ‘everything else’?”
I stroked her hand with my thumb, “This, taking you out. Touching you, desiring you, maybe kissing you.” I looked at her expectantly, watching her gaze soften. “That’s entirely up to you. But know that I plan to pursue you whether or not you take the other deal.”
Kelsey got quiet again. Oh, to only be able to get into that head of hers. “You can, you know,” she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What can I do, Kelsey? I’m going to need you to be very specific.”
“You can do all of that: touch me, kiss me, take me out, pursue me.”
My mouth went completely dry as I looked my fill, my stomach flipped, blood rushing to my groin.
“Tell me, Angel, is that the natural color of your lips, or am I about to fuck up your lipstick.”
“It’s natural,” she whispered and moved almost imperceptibly closer to me; I might not have noticed if I wasn’t hyper-aware of every single move she made. I took her face in my hands and brought my mouth a hairsbreadth from hers.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she licked her lower lip.
I hesitated only long enough to realize that this woman was going to wreck me, and I didn’t give a fuck.
She groaned when our lips met. I growled like a goddamned animal, my control snapped.
I took her mouth hard and fast. Her mouth opened to my assault, her hands tangled in my hair, and she tugged me toward her.
I only then realized that the car had stopped in front of the restaurant.
I reluctantly pulled away and rested my forehead on hers, took a few deep gulps of air, and told my dick to calm the fuck down.
“Aren’t you going to get out and open my door?” she asked.
“Angel, I need you to look down in my lap. I need a minute before embarrassing myself in front of all these nice people.”
Her eyes widened as she took in the image of my dick straining against my dress pants. “That’s just from a kiss?”
“If you want to call that ‘just a kiss,’ I’ll need to up my game.”
Kelsey’s gaze flitted to the restaurant door and then back to my lap. “I have an idea. I’ll leave the car, and you can slide out behind me. I’ll walk in front of you so no one will see. The restaurant should be dark enough.”
And that’s how I ended up being led by Kelsey like a teenager, and instead of subsiding, my arousal became more painfully obvious.
Once Kelsey opened the door and allowed me to touch her, she opened like a flower.
We sat in an intimate, U-shaped booth with high backrests and ample privacy.
Her hand rested on my thigh as she leaned affectionately toward me, and when she said something incredibly adorable, I kissed her on the forehead.
She nuzzled into my neck, breathing in my scent and releasing a low moan.
We finished our meal and turned down dessert; her hand had climbed up my thigh, my erection practically begging for release. “If you move your hand any higher, I’ll need to steal a napkin to hide the mess in my pants.”
Of course, she took that as a challenge. “So, what you’re saying is that it’s fine for me to spend the night in damp underwear, but you won’t do the same for me?” She asked innocently.
“Kelsey, baby, are you saying you’re wet for me? ”
She met my gaze head-on, her guileless eyes as wide as saucers. “Soaked.”
With that, I hopped out of the booth, reached down, and tugged her after me.
She giggled playfully. There was a brief flash as a photographer recognized me when I left the restaurant.
I wasn’t usually tabloid fodder, but there was occasional Page Six interest after my parents divorced.
I slid her into the car, practically skipping to the other door.
When I slammed my door shut, I pressed the privacy divider and dragged Kelsey over to me. Our mouths met, crashing together with pent-up desire from over two hours of foreplay. My hand snaked up her skirt, only then realizing that she had on stockings with garters.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to get you back so I can see these on you. Are we doing this tonight?”
“Mhm,” she moaned against my mouth, spreading her legs wider as she tried to palm my erection in her hand.
“Uh oh, no, baby. I need you to use your words. Consent. Do I have your consent? Can I fuck you tonight?”
She pulled away and met my gaze. “Yes.”
“Can I go down on you?”
She nodded again, “Fuck, yes.” God, I loved her enthusiasm.
“Is there anything you aren’t sure of?” There was no way I was going to chance pushing this woman too far; every fiber of my being screamed at me: Keep, Keep, Keep. I already knew that once would never be enough with Kelsey.
She blushed, “I’m not sure if I want you to touch my nipples. They might leak or spray.”
“Fuck, that would be hot.” I blinked hard, the image ingrained in my mind. Yes, I’d never once thought about breast milk before, but now I thought I might have a milk fetish. “Let me know if you change your mind. Hands off unless you give me the green light. Ok?”
“Sam, how about you? What can I do to you?”
“I’m not going to say no to anything you want to do to me.”
“Oh good, pegging it is.” She said, and my heart lurched.
“Yeah, not that.” I winced, and she burst out laughing.
“Stop trying to treat me like I’m innocent, Sam. If I’m going to come on your face, I’m sure as hell going to choke on your cock.” Fuck me, this woman was a goddamned dream come true.
“I’ve been dreaming about your mouth since I first saw it. Do you know what to do with it?”
“I do,” she answered with a nod and a quick lick of her lips.
“Do you like to spit, swallow, or do you want me to cum on your face?”
She gasped. “All of it.”
“Fuck, it’s like you were made for me. Come a little closer, and let me see how wet those panties are and give you a bit of relief.”
She scooted across the car and spread her legs.
I shifted her so her skirt lifted enough for me to find her damp panties, sliding them to the side.
When the pad of my finger found her clit, she gasped and groaned my name as she tossed her head back and gave in to the sensation.
I circled her clit, as her hips began to move, her breathing becoming ragged.
Her little moans built, and her legs began to shake as her breath came out in short pants.
“Kelsey, are you gonna come for me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you close, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispered .
“Come, now.”
I felt her entire body tense up just before the orgasm took over. My name tore out of her mouth as her body shook with her release. When the tremors subsided, she said, “I think I changed my mind.”
Panic set in, “About what?”
“While you were touching me, I was dying for you to touch my nipples. You can have those too if you aren’t afraid of a little milk.”
I buried my head in her shoulders, struggling not to laugh. “I was so afraid you were going to say you changed your mind about having sex with me.”
“No, I’ve been thinking about that for days.”
We all but sprinted for my suite when we returned to the hotel. I practically kicked down the door and pushed her in. The second the door closed, I was on her. Her dress was up around her hips before we realized her phone was ringing.
“Shit, it’s Avery.”
And as if someone had doused us both with ice water, we sobered up and crashed back to reality. Avery wouldn’t have called unless necessary.
“Crew has a fever; he’s been crying all night.”
She pulled her skirt down, pure panic in her eyes, the news from Avery hitting us like a glass full of ice water.