Chapter 19 - Reese
Reese
His lips met mine with a force that stole my breath, and I let myself sink into it with a heat that couldn’t be contained for one more second.
My hand pressed against his chest, tracing the ridges, feeling the subtle twitch of muscle under my fingertips.
I wanted more, wanted every inch of him. And my touch floated lower.
But then I pulled back, ignoring the slight furrow of confusion that flickered across his face. “Hold on.”
Theo fell back with a groan. “I’m done holding on. All I’ve been doing is… oh.”
His protest fell flat once the faucet opened with a rush, and I quickly scrubbed the remnants of cooling gel from my hands.
When I returned, he was still there, propped on one elbow, watching me like he hadn’t quite processed what just happened. “I love how you’re always looking out for m—mhmm…”
I crashed back onto him, tongue plunging into his mouth without ceremony, my hand slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. A primal sound came out of me when I finally made contact with his cock, still warm and sticky from the intense workout.
All this time, all these weeks that I’ve spent working closely with him, feeling him shiver under my touch made me weak.
Theo pulled out of the kiss with a wicked grin, holding my chin between his index finger and thumb. “Are we really doing this?”
His dick throbbed in my hand, thick and hard, begging for it. “Well, you did finish the rehab like I asked. Mostly. And I always keep my promises.”
He lunged for me then, ravenous, swallowing my moans as if they gave him life. I reciprocated, sliding my tongue over his with relish I could hardly contain. All the desire that had been building up finally found a place to go. There would be no stopping now.
The glass panels only shielded part of the rehab area, and it just so happened the exam table was right opposite the open archway that led into the larger workout area.
If anyone were to duck out of practice early and come down here, they’d get an eyeful.
But all that thought did was turn me on even more.
I jerked back—tank top, pants, bra… everything had to go.
Theo was still in the process of nudging his shorts down when I was on the table with him, bent over and starving.
I locked eyes with him, loving the breathy shudder he gave when my tongue made contact with the base of his shaft.
Holding his dick steady, I dragged my flat tongue all the way up to his tip, gliding through the slit, circling, and then sucking him into my mouth.
“Oh, God, Reese,” he groaned, his legs going limp, back tensing. A rough jerk of his hips slammed his cock all the way in, and I moaned around him.
Mouth full, pussy wet and aching, I shifted so his knee rubbed against the spot I needed him most. One roll of my hips, then another, my hard clit gliding easily into the pressure. Pleasuring myself, while I pleasured him. I’d always been partial to a win-win scenario.
Kind of like how all this started in the first place. Only now, our connection went so much deeper than a hockey game and a job promotion.
His musky scent curled up my nose as I sucked him in deep, cloaking me in a haze of lust and unguarded passion.
I gagged when his tip hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t move.
I kept him right there, watching the battle of restraint versus release play out on his features.
He bunched my hair into a fist and pushed me down even more, causing hot tears to spring into the corners of my eyes.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I replied with another long, drawn out moan that made him clench his teeth and curse under his breath.
Whatever breath he had left. I massaged his balls, lifting my mouth in a slow release until his tip was hot and swollen against my lips.
He bit his lip as my breath played over it, hands shooting out to grip the edges of the table for support.
“You should know… I respond well to external validation.”
My words were barely out when I had him in my mouth again, sliding my tongue all the way down to the base of his cock.
I switched, sucking his balls into my mouth, while my hand took over where I’d been licking him.
The change ushered a sharp quiver through him that almost flipped us both from the table.
I dug my one knee in harder to keep steady, and set right back to work.
“Fuck.” I released him with a pop, and caught my breath. “I knew you’d taste amazing.”
“I’m all sweaty,” he said, gazing up at me with hooded eyes.
I licked my lips, lowering my head again. “Even better.”
This time when I sucked him off, I added the gentlest graze of my teeth as I came back up. Theo hissed, his eyes wide as he gazed down at me. That look, and the way he trembled under me… it got me wet all over again, my pussy slipping wildly as I sped up the rocking motion on his thigh.
His cock twitched harshly, signaling the fraying edges of his control. I swirled my tongue around his tip and lapped his precum until he physically stopped me with a firm hand on my head.
“Don’t. Wait. I—”
No explanation was needed. Besides, I was so close to coming myself. I wanted it to happen with him inside me.
Using one hand on his chest as an anchor, I straddled him on the narrow table, making sure both our weight was fully supported before rocking back on my knees.
Theo gave an approving nod, and shot up to sit with the ease of someone who wasn’t dealing with limited range and mobility in his shoulder.
His hand slid between my legs, eyes locked with mine.
“For me?” He dragged two fingers through the wetness between my folds. I swallowed hard.
And when he brought his fingers up to his mouth to suck them clean, I damn near lost it. One hand shot out to the wall beside us, the other was flat on his chest. But it took his steadying touch to the small of my back to keep me from swaying too much.
The ache in my clit grew painful, throbbing in its relentless search for release. I let out a low groan when he dropped his hand between us again.
“You want to come, don’t you?” He tapped my clit lightly, and when my thighs began to shake, he switched it up and worked me with his whole finger. Up and back down the length of my pussy. “Say it. And remember rule number one: Full honesty.”
I bit back a whimper as I tried to steady my breathing and my mind enough to form a coherent sentence. “I want to come. I’m close. I want…”
He applied more pressure, narrowing his movements to the tightly coiled arousal in my clit.
“Close. I know. You’re so fucking wet.” First one finger, then two.
Theo dipped inside me, curling against my inner wall to elicit a strangled cry from deep inside my chest. “Yeah, you’re gonna come the second I slide my dick into you. I can tell.”
My walls clamped around his fingers, pulsing dangerously close to the edge. “Theo… Please…”
The hand on my back moved around to grip my hip, yanking me closer. His fingers slid out of me, but only so he could guide the tip of his cock to my entrance. I was shaking, breathing hard.
“Look at me.”
The words were surprisingly tender as he pushed me down, inch by inch, letting me sink onto him until our bodies were flush against each other.
A ragged moan drenched in filth and fire ripped out of me, and my body started moving by its own instruction.
Rolling hips seeking out that high I’d been wanting for the longest time.
“That’s it. Just like that.” He grabbed a fistful of my ass cheek, giving it a squeeze before slapping it hard enough to leave a mark.
My pussy tightened around him, the sting and the ghost of his hand imprint sending a fresh surge of juice pouring out of me to coat his thighs.
I moved faster over him, several little gasps and moans falling from my lips as my grasp on control faded away.
He felt it too. Both hands were on my hips now, rough and needy as he bucked his hips to meet my frantic pace.
And my God, I loved it. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him all over me—inside me—for days.
“Theo…” I felt that familiar tightening low in my belly, between my legs. The knot of arousal quickly coming undone.
With a hand at the base of my head, he pulled in for a hard, bruising kiss, devouring my wanton moans with a feverish heat as I fell apart on top of him. Broken. Shattered by wave after wave of indescribable pleasure raking through me.
The kiss was broken by his own growl of pleasure then, still slamming into me, but his movements more feral, jagged, as he jerked through the force of his climax crashing into mine.
His kisses trailed over my throat, the curve of my breasts, sucking my stiff nipples. Still so greedy. My pussy clenched again and again, milking him until there was nothing left to give.
Dazed, breathless, limp in each others’ arms, he brushed away the strands of hair sticking to my face.
He was fucked out, but those eyes were still on fire.
His softening cock twitched inside a few more times before slipping out, and he groaned through it, a tired smile quirking the corner of his mouth.
I pressed my lips against it, holding for a beat longer before meeting his gaze again.
“You’re amazing,” he said, voice all thick and cracked. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
I’d really done this. We had. Of all the lines we’d crossed this season, this was the most fun. Hands down.
“I have to say, Bouchard…” I clambered off the table with shaky limbs and breathless lungs. He went back to lying on his side, head propped on his hand as he watched me. “...I kinda like being a white collar deviant with you.”
Even his laugh was tired, showing in the shaking of his shoulders more than coming out as a sound. “You’re so full of it.”
I was pulling on my underwear but paused to swipe the inside of my thigh. I held up the glistening evidence. “Full of you, more like it.”
His eyes grew dark, and his dick jumped slightly on his thigh. “Get over here.”
“How about you come and get me?”
He sat up too fast and swayed slightly, gripping the edge of the exam table as he blinked stars from his eyes.
“That’s what I thought,” I said with a chuckle, and finished getting dressed. “Also, the guys will be finishing practice soon and I know you’re all tight and stuff, but I doubt you’d want them catching us in a compromising position.”
He sighed, finally beating the spinning head and jelly legs to make it over to me. One hand snaked around my waist, and the other tilted my chin so I was looking up at him. “You know what I just realized?”
“What?”
He smirked, and said, “I like you better when you’re thinking with your dick.”