Chapter 55 Cole
Cole
“Hey, goalie,” I hear Cassie say from the doorway to the living room. “How do you like my game outfit for tomorrow?”
The Nor’easters are on the verge of making it to the finals. For the first time in over a decade.
Tomorrow will be Game Five of the series here at home in Boston. I want to win this series so fucking bad I can taste it. We’ve made it further than all the preseason expectations. Everything the team has worked toward this long, crazy season has led up to this point.
I’ve been so focused on the game the last few weeks of our playoff run.
Once, that would have gnawed at me: the fear that this drive to win could eclipse everything else. But now every night after practice or a game, I come home to Cassie, and it feels like everything in my life is in exactly the right place.
She wants me to do everything I can to make sure the Nor’easters win, and I know I’m going to do everything I can to make sure she’s the happiest woman on the planet.
I glance up and see her walking toward me. My brain is busy short-circuiting because I can barely process the flash of blue fabric and New England logo on her body before she gives a cute little spin, and—
Heat tightens deep inside me. Because Cassie is looking intensely beautiful, long hair in sleek waves over her shoulders, and when she turns, I can see that she’s wearing my goddamn jersey. And, crucially, no pants, with her beautiful legs on display.
I’m so used to her wearing her professional agent outfits to games, or one of her many Nor’easters logo shirts and sweaters. But this is making heat burn through my veins in some kind of wild, primal way.
My name on her back. Right there so everyone in the arena tomorrow will know exactly who’s the only man who gets to touch, kiss, and worship Cassie Wells.
“Goddamn it,” I nearly groan. “Is it egotistical if I say that you wearing my jersey is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen?”
She arches an eyebrow, looking amused. “Hotter than seeing me naked?”
“Different kind of hot. You naked drives me insane every time. Always will. But you wearing my jersey is something different.”
“Well, I had to give you a little extra motivation.” She eases a little closer toward me, one hand resting on my chest and curling around my shirt. “If you win, you get to take it off me.”
“I don’t want to take it off you. I want to fuck you until you’re coming while still wearing it.”
I cup her face with my hand, enjoying how she shivers and leans into my touch.
“I actually have to admit I’ve had this jersey for a while.” She looks up at me, blue eyes glittering like sunlit ice. “For ten years, actually. I got it back when I was your fan. The first time around.”
Something about the idea of her buying that jersey as a fan when I was just a young rookie myself, keeping it through all the ups and downs in my life, through all the time she thought I was an ice cold jerk, through the months of us falling in love, until she became the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with…
Something about that makes me nearly lose control.
“Aren’t you gonna guess the color of my panties?” she asks.
I groan. “Pink. Blue. Red. I don’t fucking know, sweetheart. But whatever the answer is, I want to see them.”
“Wrong, wrong, and wrong.” A smile plays on her lips. “The answer is no color.”
Fuck. “You’re not wearing any?”
Just when I thought I couldn’t get any harder. I slide my hand under the jersey and grab a handful of her ass, and I can confirm, yeah, she’s not wearing panties underneath.
A flash of hesitation crosses her face before she speaks. “You know… if you’re nervous about the game, maybe I can help take your mind off it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She pushes against my chest. I’m dazed enough that the foot of height I have on her does me no good. I drop back onto the couch with a thud.
She sinks down to the floor. Bare knees on the soft carpet.
Shuffling between my legs, she reaches for my zipper, and I have to hold back a groan.
“Well, All Star? Would you like a distraction?”
I watch her rose-pink lips as she speaks. Even the thought of them on my dick has me rock hard in an instant.
She’s briefly wrapped her lips around my cock a few times as part of foreplay—the memory of each time is seared into my brain. But she’s never just given me a full blowjob before.
She mentioned that work meant she rarely had time for dating over the last few years. If she’s apprehensive about something because of a lack of experience, there’s no way in hell I’m pressuring her into it.
Hey, it’s fine by me. I know how much she likes my cock. She’s come on it enough times to prove that. And when her pussy feels that good, I genuinely don’t need reciprocation. Going down on her is my favorite thing.
My voice is a rasp when I try to give her an out. “Baby, you don’t have to—”
“I want to.” She exhales, breathless. “I really want to, Cole. So how about tonight, you do what I say?”
Fucking hell. “Yes, ma’am,” I grunt.
She unzips my pants and drops her lips to the bulge of my cock through my briefs. Nuzzling and grazing her lips along the black fabric.
It drives me wild how Cassie can turn on a dime like this. From sweet and adorable to pure, goddamn seduction.
Her delicate fingers tug at the waistband of my underwear, freeing my cock. Gently, she places a hand around its base and stares at it, almost transfixed.
It looks huge lined up in front of her face like that, a glistening bead of pre-cum at the head of it. I can’t bring myself to give a fuck how egotistical that sounds right now.
“How do you want it?” she breathes.
My grin twitches up. “Thought you were in charge.”
“Mmm, that’s right. Nearly forgot.” Her pink tongue flicks out to lick the tip, circling it.
“Fuck,” I breathe. The muscles in my torso clench in response. I have to restrain myself from begging for more. “The answer is I want it however you want to give it to me, Cass.”
My pulse thuds in my ears.
This woman.
In my jersey.
On her knees between my legs.
I could probably come right now just from the sight of it.
But that would be a fucking embarrassment, so I try to think about hockey stats just to regain some composure.
“You taste good,” she murmurs against my shaft, as if she’s surprised by how much she likes it.
“Glad you like it, baby,” I grit out. “Because I think I’m already addicted to seeing you like this. Never going to forget how pretty you look sucking my cock.”
Slowly, she works her mouth a little lower over me. One inch, then another. I suck in air at the warm, wet feeling of bliss as she sinks another couple of inches.
Her hair is up in its usual ponytail, but I push back her silky bangs as they fall across her face. Clearing her vision and giving me a frankly fucking incredible view.
Another inch.
She blinks her eyes shut and gags slightly around my length.
Which is incredibly fucking hot in itself, but I’m not an asshole. Quickly, I pull out of her mouth and place a steadying hand around her jaw.
“Breathe, baby.”
She sucks in a deep breath and looks up at me, disappointed. “I couldn’t fit all of you inside.”
“It’s okay,” I reassure her. “More than okay. It was perfect. You’re perfect. Never felt anything so good in my whole life. Men would kill just to have five seconds of what you gave me.”
She shakes her head, pouting. Not satisfied with her own work. “I can take it.”
Her face gets this determined little expression. I recognize it from every time a problem gets thrown at her. Granted, those are usually work problems, not trying to fit my whole cock in her mouth.
“I’m not doubting you. Learned not to underestimate you pretty quickly, remember? That night in the bar when you hustled me at pool. If I’d known that night one day you’d be on your knees licking my cock, I would’ve been way less of an asshole.”
She softly laughs at the memory. “You weren’t an asshole. You were a challenge.” Wrapping her hand back around me, she slides her lips around the head of it, and I hiss. “I really like a challenge.”
She bobs her mouth back down over my length. Even slower this time, easing herself around me until she’s even further than last time. Bobbing her head, rolling her tongue against my shaft, hollowing her cheeks to suck at me.
“Perfect,” I mutter. It’s like I’m floating. I’m barely aware of what I’m saying. “Just like that. Keep breathing, sweetheart. So good for me.”
Though I’m deep in her mouth, practically hitting the back of her throat, I feel completely in her power. At her mercy.
And there’s no other place I’d rather be.
She blinks up at me. Eyes bright blue. Cheeks lightly blushed. Her mouth stuffed full of my cock.
“Shit, baby,” I groan, my self-control shredded. “How am I supposed to ever get anything done again when I know what you look like with your lips around my dick?”
It’s not just the physical sensation—which, don’t get me wrong, is pure euphoria.
It’s because it’s Cassie, in all her kindness and intelligence and skill. The fact that she wants to make me feel good is completely addictive.
And the fact that she’s taking my cock so goddamn well is just the cherry on top.
She slides off me with a wet, obscene pop.
“Tell me where you want to come,” she breathes, “and maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you.”