23. Corrigan
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CORRIGAN
Me
What is this, Bodhi?
Bodhi
What is what?
Me
The big box that was just delivered to my door with overnight shipping from Indianapolis.
Bodhi
You haven’t opened it yet?
Me
No. I wrote you first. Should I wait until tonight to open it with you?
Bodhi
Fuck no. I want you to open it now. You’ll need it for tonight…
“ O h God, what could that mean,” I mumble to myself after reading his text. Grabbing a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer, I cut open the box and immediately smile at the scent wafting into my nose.
This box smells like him.
Or rather the contents of the box.
Folded neatly inside is Bodhi’s jersey. The number thirty-seven staring at me when I pull back the tissue paper. I pull the jersey out of the box and bring it to my nose, inhaling his scent and committing it to my memory all over again.
Fuck have I missed him.
Something small tumbles to the ground and rolls across the floor. I bend to pick it up and realizing what it is, I smile to myself and then reach for my phone to text my gracious gift giver.
Me
And just what do you want me to do with this?
Bodhi
I want you to fucking wear it, Babe.
Quickly slipping off my clothes, I pull his jersey over my naked body and then sit on one of my dining room chairs with my legs spread wide open.
Me
Happy to oblige Mr. Roche…
Bodhi
Fuuuuuuck. Corrigan. I don’t have time to get you off at the moment. I’m about to get dressed for tonight’s game.
Me
This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
Bodhi
This is exactly what I want…after the game. You in my jersey and nothing else.
Me
And as for the vibrator that came with it…?
Bodhi
Hmm. How’d that get in there?
Me
If you’re not careful, you’re going to turn me on.
Bodhi
Good. I want you wet and wanting when I call you later.
I sit on the couch with one leg bent so my foot rests on the couch cushion and one hand is posed between my legs and then I set the three second delay to snap a picture.
Me
Good luck tonight, Bodhi.
Bodhi
Do you know how hard it is to put a jock strap on when your dick is hard?
“Hey stranger.”
“Whoa,” he says with an appreciative smile on his face as he leans back against his hotel headboard. He smooths his hand down his face and shakes his head slightly as he takes in my body. Draped only in his hockey jersey, I’m positioned on my side giving him a view of my bare hip and part of my torso. “You are stunning.”
Knowing Bodhi would be calling tonight for a little intimate fun, I grabbed a charcuterie board from the kitchen and set my phone on top of it attached to a small ring light tripod. That way I could be hands free and he could get an up-close experience.
“I’ve been draped in you all night long and I don’t think I’m showering until you get back into town because I don’t want to lose this scent.”
“You look fucking amazing in my jersey. August told me there’s nothing like seeing your girl in your jersey but I didn’t believe him. And I was fucking wrong. Don’t ever take that off.”
“If I never take it off, you won’t be able to see my whole body when you make me come.”
“All I need to see is that pussy babe. That’s the show I want tonight. The rest is right here,” he says, pointing to his temple, “in my mind. Do me a favor and spread those beautiful legs for me.”
I do as he asks and roll over, propping myself up on my back and spreading my legs giving him the perfect view of my pussy.
“Fuuuck that’s hot.”
“What do you want me to do now Boss?”
“I want you to slide your hand up my jersey and wrap it around your breast just like I would. Play with those nipples. Feel how soft your skin is. You know how much I love touching your soft skin.”
I do as he says, my mouth falling open when I fold my hand over my breast and give it a light squeeze. “Bodhi…”
“I’m right here with you, Babe. Your hand is my hand. Lift that jersey for a minute so I can peek at those beautiful nipples…yeah, just like that. If I were there right now, I’d have those babies in my mouth, sucking them in and flicking them with my tongue.”
“Your tongue on my nipples drives me wild.”
“I know it does. And just seeing them right now is making my cock hard as fuck.”
“What now, Bodhi? Tell me what to do.”
“Slide your hand between your legs and touch yourself the way I do. Trail your finger slowly through that pussy, let’s see how wet you are.”
I reach down and drag my finger through my arousal, moaning when I realize I’m much wetter than I expected I’d be. I hold my finger up to the camera for him to see.
“Bodhi…oh, my God look how wet I am.”
“That’s right you are. Suck that finger into your mouth, Corri. Taste what I can do to you even from half a country away.”
When I suck my finger into my mouth I see Bodhi’s head fall back against the headboard and his eyes close momentarily. “Fuuucking hell, Corri.”
“Are you touching yourself?” I ask him.
“My hand is your hand, Babe. As far as I’m concerned, you’re touching me right now. Feels good, doesn’t it? Tease yourself with me.”
“Move your camera so I can see.”
He angles his camera so I can get a good view of him fisting his cock, tugging it at the base and pulling his hand up and over his shaft.
“Oh God, Bodhi. Yes.”
“Tease that clit, Corri. Make it good and wet. Spread that arousal every-fucking-where. I want you dripping.”
I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning but the sensation is too much. My breathing quickens and my head falls back as I let out a moan.
“Shiiit Bodhi. It’s too good. It’s like you’re right here with me.”
“I will be in a minute, Baby. You have that vibrator next to you?”
“Yes.”
“Stick it inside you and click the button for the pulse setting.”
“Bodhi…” I shake my head ,the overwhelming need to finish myself off growing ever present. “I don’t think I?—”
“Yes you can. I’m not done with you, Babe. Let’s go. We’re doing this together.”
With a shaky hand, I push the vibrator inside me as far as it’ll go and then hit the pulse button on the remote.
My mouth falls open and I gasp loudly. “OH FUCK! BODHI!”
“That’s it. Good Girl, Corri. Relax and feel that pulse. Look at me. Pretend it’s me pulsing inside you.”
He pumps his cock with his hand a few more times and Christ it is a turn on like I’ve never experienced before. The two of us getting ourselves off together though we’re far apart is wildly intimate and not like anything I’ve ever done before. The irony is not lost on me that although I’ve been so many firsts for Bodhi, this experience is a first for me.
“If I were with you right now, Bodhi, I’d have that beautiful cock in my mouth.”
“And I’d be watching you gag every time I hit the back of your throat because you are a fucking super star. Hell, even thinking about it right now just made me harder. God, I love when you suck me off.”
“Bodhiiiiii, I’m not going to last.” I try to steady my breathing but the sensations are too much. “I need to come!”
“Not yet, Babe. Don’t you stop touching that clit. Get it good and wet and then we’ll race to the finish line together, alright?”
I nod furiously as I continue to rub my finger over my clit. “Oh, my GOD!”
“Look at me, Corri.” Bodhi tugs at his cock harder, faster, his hand moving up and down his thick shaft. The muscles in his arm straining with every stroke. “Fuck you feel so good. Look what you do to me.”
“I want you, Bodhi.”
“You have me, Corri. Fuck, you’ve got me by the balls. All you want and more. Shit.” He squeezes his eyes closed. “I’m going to come. Come with me.”
“Yes! Yes! I’m right there.”
“God, fuck!” He grunts as his teeth roll over his bottom lip and his neck strains.
I allow myself to focus on the pulsing vibrator smacking into my G-spot over and over again and then tap at my clit, rubbing the swollen mound frantically before my climax takes over and I’m squeezing my legs together as I come fast and hard. Words don’t even escape my mouth this time and I feel like I’m having an out of body experience.
Finally, I gasp a huge breath, not realizing I had been holding it as I came, and release a loud, “Oooh fuuuuuuuck.”
“Corrigan…” My name is a pleasured whisper from his lips and even in my state of blissful satisfaction, I register the deep and soft timbre of his voice and know without a shadow of a doubt that this man means more to me than I ever thought possible.
“That was…” he says.
“Yeah.”
“Is it always like this?” he asks.
“With you? For me? Every single time,” I confess. “But this? Getting ourselves off together like this? That was a first for me.”
His eyes find mine and I watch as his lips turn up into a proud smile. “Is that so?”
“It absolutely is.”
“I gave you a first?”
“You’ve given me several firsts, Bodhi Roche.”
You were my first virgin.
You were my first student.
You’re the first man I’ve envisioned a future with.
The first man I’ve ever truly loved .
My phone dings as I’m placing Christmas cookies on a tray to take to work tomorrow. Layken and I have been busting ass all day baking every cookie known to man. I’m pretty sure we baked no less than twenty-five dozen cookies from sun up to sun down. I’m exhausted but it smells delightful in my apartment so I’m in no way in a sour mood. Plus, we’ve had wine. Copious amounts of wine.
“I bet it’s just Bodhi. Will you check that for me?” I ask her as I step to the sink to wash my hands.
“Yep. Oh, not Bodhi. It’s Ella.”
“Ella Blackstone?”
“Yeah.”
I’m reaching for the soap when she squeals. “OH, MY GOD! WHAT AM I LOOKING AT?”
“What?”
“Corri!” She bursts out laughing. “Are these? Oh fuck, what is this?”
“I don’t know. What is it?” I ask, rinsing my hands and grabbing for a towel. I glance to my left where Layken is standing with my phone, her eyes narrowed and her head cocked to the side. She’s studying way too hard. “Oh Lord, this has to be good if you’re speechless.”
“I think it’s…”
She hands me the phone and I glance at the picture that reads DECK THE BALLS NUMBER 1 in a red bold font above a square picture of a set of glittery balls topped with an animated bow.
“Holy shit. What did they do?”
Layken snickers and points to the pictures behind this one. “Look! There are more of them!”
“Oh my God! What is this?”
“Wait, wait,” Layken says, moving her finger over the screen. “Scroll up. Maybe I missed an explanation.”
Sure enough, a text from Ella was sent before she sent the group of seven pictures. The text chat is between three of us, but I’m not sure who the other number belongs to.
Glad it’s clearly not my dad!
Ella
Corrigan, welcome to the Anaheim WAGs (I learned about WAGs from the Chicago Red Tails wives and girlfriends…also, we totally need jackets). As one of the newest of the WAGs, Scarlett and I thought you deserved to be a judge with us for the first, hopefully annual, DECK THE BALLS team competition (please don’t be grossed out or offended and pretty please don’t tell your dad! This is just silly fun and all started with Bodhi…I’ll tell ya later)! YOU are about to receive a set of seven anonymous pictures. Each one a set of balls belonging to our gloriously sexy Anaheim players creatively decorated in holiday glitter. It is your job to assess each picture and respond with your top three winners. Happy Holidays! (And we should totally hang when the team gets back!)
Scarlett
OMG why do I feel like this is going to be epic?
Ella
LOL because it is! Here you go!
Layken giggles. “Oh my God! We’re actually looking at the balls of some of the country’s biggest hockey stars!”
“Yeah but we can’t tell whose is whose.” I shrug.
“That’s okay!” She nudges my shoulder. “It’ll be fun to guess. I wonder which ones are Griffin’s! Let’s go sit down and study this a little closer.”
Scrolling through each picture, Layken and I scream in laughter. The first picture was a set of balls covered in a spattering of red and green glitter titled MERRY DICKMAS . Another set of balls is decorated in red and silver glitter resembling a candy cane or a piece of peppermint candy. The words IT’S NOT GOING TO LICK ITSELF written at the bottom. Another all in green with the words HE’S A MEAN ONE written across the middle.
“Oooh this one shows creativity!” Layken says, pointing at the picture of balls covered in red glitter with white glitter around the bottom so it looks like a Santa hat. The words
HE KNOWS IF YOU’VE BEEN BAD OR GOOD scrolled across the top.
“You’re definitely right there. Someone took a hot minute to make that look good. Doesn’t look like Bodhi’s balls though so I bet they’re not his.”
The next one is all gold and resembles a bell, and unsurprisingly reads JINGLE MY BELL and the next is completely red with the words WILL YOU RIDE MY SLAY TONIGHT.
Layken cackles. “Nice play on words with that one.”
The last one makes us laugh so damn hard we both lose our breaths. With the words NAUGHTY GIRLS GET NOTHING BUT COAL , the last set of balls is decked in black glitter and very much resembles the shiniest piece of coal we have ever seen.
“Oh shit! That one might be the winner!”
Scarlett
OMG! These are TESTI-TACULAR! LOL!!
Ella
Right? I can’t even figure out which pair belongs to August! Does that make me a bad wife?
Scarlett
Nah. They’re all covered so it’s hard to tell. Though I think the Will You Ride My Slay Tonight might belong to Oliver. His right side hangs a little lower than his left
Me
The things I didn’t know I would learn tonight… LMAO!
Scarlett
Teehee! Sorry! I guess I’m a bit of an over-sharer. Or I’m just comfortable enough among like-minded women to not care.
Ella
So, do you all have a favorite? Because I snorted at the black shiny piece of coal.
Me
I have to admit, I laughed a little extra hard at that one too. Definite creative points.
Scarlett
Yep. I can definitely give props to the shiny black ball. Corrigan, does that naughty girl ornament belong to you?
Me
*GIF of Elmo shrugging* I mean, I can hope, right? Cause I wouldn’t mind being naughty and playing with that a little but also if those balls belong to one of your men, then just pretend I said absolutely nothing.
Scarlett
LOL deal!
Ella
I knew I liked you!