Chapter 37 - Josie
Josie
For the next hour, Grayson held me down on the bed and licked, sucked, and fucked me until we were a sweaty tangle of body parts.
Only after I had come three more times—or was it four?
—did he finally clench his eyes shut and come inside me again, holding me in his arms like I was the only life preserver in an otherwise empty ocean.
For a while after that, we rested against each other in bed, catching our breath. We didn’t speak for a while, but then again, we didn’t need to. Our bodies had done all the talking.
“I don’t want to go on our date later,” he eventually said.
“Really?”
“I don’t want to play in the second game tomorrow night, either,” he added softly. “I don’t want to get on a plane and fly home. All I want to do is stay in this hotel room with you, ordering room service and making love to you all day and night.”
I smiled at the thought. “For how long?”
“Until I’m so dehydrated that white puffs of dust are the only thing shooting out of my dick. Say, five or six days.”
I snuggled against him happily. “I bet you’d get bored with me after day two.”
“I fucking doubt it,” he replied with a level of certainty that made me shiver with joy.
As we cuddled together, I took a mental step back and thought about the situation. I was sleeping with a hockey player. The captain of the team, the most eligible bachelor in San Antonio. We had an insane amount of sexual chemistry.
And he seemed like he was into me as much as I was into him, a comforting realization.
We cuddled together for a little while longer, and then he kissed my forehead and got out of bed. “I have a team meeting in half an hour. Then I’m going to nap a bit before our dinner date.”
“Napping is a good idea,” I told him, stretching out on my belly like a cat. “You’re going to need your energy for later.”
He grinned while putting on his clothes.
“Aren’t you going to ask why?” I prodded.
His green-eyed gaze locked onto me. “I know exactly why. Believe me: it’s all I’ve been thinking about since I came inside you half an hour ago.” His eyes left mine and moved down my body. “Damn, pussycat. I’m half-hard just looking at you right now.”
“Only half?”
“I already came twice,” he reminded me. “Hence the need for a nap.”
“Be sure to drink a few Gatorades before our date,” I said. “It’s important to hydrate.”
He leaned over the bed and gave my ass a hard, loud smack. “I intend to put plenty of fluids in my body. Then I’m going to put some fluids in your body.”
When he was finally dressed, I crawled out of bed and wrapped the robe around me again. Then I opened my door and stuck my head out into the hallway, first looking to the left toward the elevators, then to the right down the end of the hall.
“Coast is clear,” I said.
Grayson gave my ass a squeeze as he slipped by me. “See you on our date. Don’t wear anything too sexy or I won’t be able to control myself at the restaurant.”
“No promises,” I replied.
He flashed me a playful glare, then headed to the right—away from the elevators. I watched him go to the end of the hall and then disappear into the stairwell. That was probably a better way to get to his room without anyone noticing he’d been on this floor first.
I let out a happy little giggle as I returned to my room. I had a pretty long to-do list for my TikTok channel, but all I wanted to do was lay in bed and inhale Grayson’s lingering scent.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I was stretching out in the bed and glancing at my watch. I had an hour until our date.
I fiddled around on TikTok for a bit, got dressed, and teased my hair until I was satisfied.
This time, Grayson was the one waiting for me in the lobby. He looked stunning in a dark gray suit, the jacket emphasizing the broadness of his shoulders. He had his hands in his pocket, facing away from me as I approached.
“Aren’t you the Steel Wall?” I whispered when I got close enough. “Can I have your autograph?”
He was smiling when he turned around, but the grin immediately slipped from his lips as he took in the sight of me. His eyes raked over my body, starting with my high heels, moving up my legs, lingering at the hem of my cocktail dress, then gliding up over my cleavage to settle on my face.
“Josie,” he breathed. “You look…”
“That is the reaction I was hoping to get. You’re speechless.”
He clenched his jaw. “I don’t know what to say, but I sure as hell know what I want to do.”
“Ready for dinner?” Manny asked, popping up next to us like an annoying pet. “Damn. You clean up nice, Josie. The camera’s going to love you.”
“Easy there, pal,” Grayson said. “She’s my date.”
It was too chilly outside to walk to dinner, so we took a taxi. It was a quaint little Italian restaurant, with dim lighting and accordion music playing as the host escorted us to our table.
“I love Italian food,” I said as we sat down. “I’m going to fill up on focaccia bread, and you can’t stop me.”
Grayson leaned closer and said, “I’d like to fill you up.”
I giggled, but then the couple at the table glanced over at Grayson’s comment. The restaurant was too small to chat without everyone overhearing.
“I’m more of a chicken parmesan kind of guy,” Grayson said, picking up the menu.
I pulled out my phone and texted him.
Me: I’d like you to fill me up, too
Grayson: That can be your dessert, as long as you don’t stuff yourself with too much bread
Me: The only thing I want to get STUFFED with is that big dick of yours
Grayson: Fuck. Now my cock is harder than this table.
Me: It had better be, since I’m sitting across from you :-)
The server arrived to take our drink order. Grayson smiled up at her and pointed at the menu. “We’ll take a bottle of this. I don’t want to butcher the pronunciation.”
She leaned close to see where he was pointing. “Of course, however, let me warn you that the price for that bottle—”
“We’re not worried about the price,” he replied, closing the wine menu. “Just one glass, please. I’ll take a water.”
“Right away, sir.”
I frowned at him. “You’re not drinking?”
“No drinking the night before a game,” he reminded me.
“Even if it’s a bottle of wine that costs more than my car?”
“Especially then. I’ll have plenty of time to drink in the off-season.”
“The team won’t be paying for it then,” I pointed out.
Grayson gave me a smug smile. “You looked up how much I make. I can buy all the expensive wine I want and it will barely put a dent in my bank account.”
“Fortunately, I’m a beer drinker most of the time,” I said. “Give me a six pack of Shiner Bock and I’m a happy girl.”
Grayson smiled at me, then began typing on his phone.
Grayson: You’re killing me with that dress.
Me: Oh? What about the dress is killing you?
Grayson: All of it. The cleavage spilling out the top. The way it hugs your ass. Right now all I can think about is taking you into the bathroom, pushing you down onto your knees, and coming all over your tits.
I felt myself blush. I glanced at the couple sitting next to us, then slowly responded.
Me: You can come all over my tits when we get back to the hotel room tonight. Or anywhere else.
Grayson: I don’t know if I can wait that long. My cock is fucking THROBBING right now.
Me: That must be really hard for you.
Me: Emphasis on hard.
I slipped off one of my heels, then slid my bare foot up his leg and into his lap. His erection was immediately noticeable through his thin dress pants, especially as I dragged my toes across the shaft.
He let out a low groan and glared at me, then turned his attention back to his phone.
Grayson: I can’t stop thinking about burying my cock deep inside of you.
Me: How do you want to do it? Tell me.
Grayson: Bending you over and squeezing your ass with both hands. Flipping you around and kissing you passionately while making slow, sweet love. Lying on my back while you ride me until the bed breaks. I can’t decide which position sounds the best.
Me: No need to decide. We can do all of them tonight.
Grayson: Oh my God.
Me: As long as you finish all over my tits.
Grayson: That’s the easiest promise in the world to keep.
The server returned with our wine and told us about the specials while opening the bottle. Everything on the menu sounded amazing. I ordered the focaccia bread and the baked ziti, while Grayson got the focaccia and chicken parm.
“That’s not too much food before a game, is it?” I asked.
Grayson shook his head. “This is the best part of the hockey season. I get to carb-load before games. How’s the wine?”
I swirled the wine around in my glass like I was a fancy rich person, then took a sip. I smacked my lips dramatically, then nodded. “I’m getting notes of… maple leaves. And I think beaver pelts?”
Grayson burst out laughing. “I know you’re trying to sound sophisticated, but it’s not working.”
I let out a mock gasp. “How dare you challenge my palate. I’m an expert in wine that costs way too much, especially from the Alberta region of Canada.”
Grayson twisted the bottle around. “It’s an Italian wine.”
I nodded along with him. “Yes, of course, the Northern region of Italy has grapes that are very similar to western Canada. All wine experts know this.”
He smiled warmly at me as I pushed my glass across the table. “Have a taste.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“Come on. I’m not asking you to drink a glass. Just taste the expensive wine you ordered. If you really want to adhere to your team’s drinking rules, I can ask the waitress for a spit-bucket. That’s what all the fancy wine people do.”
He glared at me, but picked up the glass by the stem. He lifted it to his nose, inhaled deeply, then took a sip.
“You know,” he said, “it might be my imagination, but I think I taste notes of maple too!”
“Hah!” I replied. “Bow down to my expert palate!”
Grayson flipped me his middle finger, and we both laughed like teenagers. It was all so easy and natural, now. We meshed in a fun, surprising way.
I couldn’t believe we hated each other on our first date.