CHAPTER 12 #3
“I was a selfish animal. But I enjoyed every second of it.” I laughed.
“Well, I can't come before a game. Might be an old wives tale, but I'm pretty superstitious when it comes to my game. But I promise to make you come every time. Jesus, every time you want it.”
The realization of him wanting more suddenly stilled me.
He wanted me often? In the future? Like, for real?
My heart beat that before was so slow, somehow started to thump in my chest. How should I play the situation?
Was it still that dastardly flirting moment where everything I said had sexual undertones and sultry winks?
Or was it time to be adult and honest and come to terms with the fact that I was falling for this man?
Or have I fallen already now that the potential for a future is dangling from his lips?
“Um.” I couldn't get the words out. “Um, will there be a next time?”
Maybe I didn't say the words right because his body stiffened behind me. For the first time I felt a chill in the water as I realized his body was creating all the heat.
“I, uh, well I would like there to be. Shit, are you getting rid of me after I fucked your pussy with my tongue?” The tone of his voice wasn't joking. He was genuinely afraid.
“Well, no. I mean. Dammit! This is why I fuck everything up.
The transition between Lucifer and Lucy is like short circuiting.
I'm just fucking asking you if we are dating or not but I'm trying not to seem needy.
Even though I see nothing wrong with needing things from other people.
In fact, after what you did I'm sure I'll need it for, well, for a very long time.”
I sat up in the tub, my hands scratching at the pieces of my hair that had dried tightly to my scalp. The wait for his response was quick.
“Oh, good.” His large sigh of relief actually sent chills down my spine with the way his breath blew against my back. “For a minute there I thought my skills weren't up to par.”
I spun in the water so we were facing each other.
I slid against his wet body like a siren, finally getting a chance to see his defined chest that had the lightest amount of blond hair that ran down below the water.
He was slippery and smooth when my breasts pressed against him.
His hand wrapped around my waist and then cupped my ass, spreading my legs to fit around him, holding me close.
His hands felt impossibly good on me.
“From the pregame I think we can say your skills are solid. Like, I still don't know how I'm going to stand with my weak legs right now, solid.”
“I'll take that as a win.” He kissed my forehead, but didn't remove his hands where I now felt his fingers moving deeper to where I was most warm.
“What are you doing there, Sarge?” I gave him a look. “You're just torturing yourself.”
His head flopped back against the tile of the tub.
“I know.” He dropped his hands and ran a wet hand through his hair that was still rustled from being between my legs.
“I didn't realize you were going to get naked as soon as you saw my tub.
But it shouldn't have surprised me. With you I have to expect the unexpected.”
I wanted to grab him beneath the water. Wanted so badly to make him hard again when my body felt like silk. He had given me a taste of what he was capable of, a ravenous strength that's purpose was to please me. The thought alone made me hate hockey for what it denied me, for what it denied us.
Why should I have to wait? When what I wanted was right in front of me.
“Come on Sarge, let's eat something.” I didn't want to torture the man. He loved hockey and I wouldn't be that woman who would make him choose. “Shit, what time is it?” I looked around the room for some sign of a clock.
“You're fine. I set my watch for 12:30 before I got in the tub so we wouldn't fall asleep and miss your appointment.”
“You did what?” I looked at him differently.
It was one thing to make a girl orgasm, it's another to care about all the mundane tasks.
Those little day to day things that are usually overlooked, but make a difference in the workings of real life.
This man, this hot hockey player, was thoughtful enough not only to make me come, but to make sure I didn't miss my appointment.
“I set an alarm.” He smiled wide. He knew what he did was impressing me almost as much as his tongue did before. And I say almost because just the thought of how strong his mouth was on my pussy made me wet all over again. “Come on, let's get you dressed.”
Sasha stood in the tub. Water and the remnants of bubbles cascaded down his body, clinging to every ripple. He stood still for a moment as he realized I was watching him, licking my lips at his cock, wondering what it was going to feel like to spread me open after the game.
It was heavy and half hard and wet. It was gorgeous. He was gorgeous. I was totally fucked for this man.
“Oh yeah?” He smiled at me. “You approve?”
“Yeah.” I stood. “I approve.”