15. The Rebound
CHAPTER 15
THE REBOUND
JAGGER
I ’ve never been so pumped up before a game.
The house smells like Bay’s good luck chili when I sneak out to get to the arena earlier than the rest of the team.
It’s tradition that my good luck bj should happen in an empty locker room.
That’s how it all started.
In reality, two years ago I headed to the locker room before anyone else because our old coach wanted to talk to me about a scout who was interested in signing me with a pro team in the East Coast.
I had to explain to him that there were expectations for me to work in the family business.
I remember leaving that meeting sad and frustrated, wishing my father and grandfather didn’t consider hockey just a hobby.
I had decided to head out to the student center for a quick snack, since I had skipped lunch to make that meeting after one of my classes had run late.
It was just by sheer luck that I bumped into one of the bunnies who was at the arena on an assignment. She had been setting up some banners before the game.
The girl in question has graduated and I wonder if she even knows what she started.
We got talking and when flirting turned into more, I snuck her into the locker room and the rest is history.
That night I scored a hat trick and when I told my teammates why my performance on the ice was so good, they had no doubt that all the credit went to the blowjob.
Until two weeks ago, I would have laughed at the notion that a bj before a game could make a difference in my performance, but the two losses we suffered since the bunny strike beg to differ.
I enter the arena with a pep in my step. It has nothing to do with the imminent blowjob in itself—I know, it’s fucking crazy—and everything to do with Bay Woods.
We didn’t even fuck last night and yet I can’t stop thinking about her hot kisses, and the sweet taste of her.
The way her face turned a pretty shade of pink when she came all over my tongue; how her small, pink nipples hardened to delicious, tight peaks.
I almost didn’t shower because I didn’t want to wash the scent of her off my skin, but I eventually caved. If my teammates were seconds away from offering to blow me themselves after those two losses, I can bet they would order me not to shower ever again if we win tonight. Tucker’s underwear is proof that they’re crazy enough to do it.
I spot her black SUV right outside the arena and knock on the driver door.
Fuck.
Maybe I won’t even need to get her mouth around my dick to blow my load, Bay is so gorgeous that my cock twitches in my slacks the second she gets out of the car.
“Hey,” I smile, taking in the skintight dark blue mini dress with a silver zipper running the entire length at the front. “How are you?”
Her glossy, pink lips curve into a sexy smile. “I’m good. I have the chili for tonight simmering in a couple of slow cookers and all the sides are in the fridge. I’m ready to celebrate the first victory of the season.”
I catch the meaning behind her words and I’m already fully hard. If all my blood hadn’t migrated to my small head, I would probably start wondering how is it possible that Bay has such a powerful effect on me. I mean, it’s obvious that she’s gorgeous. But I’m always surrounded by beautiful women and no one has ever affected me this much.
“Let’s go,” I offer her my hand and when she takes it, I quicken our pace, impatient to get her alone.
We don’t bump into anyone on our way to the locker room and I’m relieved. Seeing me here early wouldn’t raise any suspicions, but I’d rather not have to explain why Bay is here.
Coach has played college and pro hockey, so I’m pretty sure he understands the importance of good luck rituals; I’d rather not risk it in case he doesn’t.
My lips are on hers the second the locker room door closes behind us. I’ve missed kissing her but I don’t tell her that.
“You look so fucking hot,” I growl against her lips as my fingers close over one of her tits.
A little whimper escapes her, her blue eyes skimming over the length of my body. “So do you. I can’t believe I never noticed how handsome you look in a suit.”
I chuckle. “I swear I’ll never complain again about having to wear a suit before every game.”
“So,” Bay smiles, playing with the lapel of my jacket. “I have something to set the mood.”
Did she make a playlist? That’s such a girly thing to do.
“What do you think?”
She lowers the zipper, letting her dress fall on the floor .
If most of my blood was down to my groin area before, the sight of Bay in a pale blue, tiny lace thong that does nothing to hide her sweet pussy is almost my undoing.
I drink her in.
She isn’t wearing a bra and I swear to God, those tits defy gravity in all the best ways.
“Jagger?” she giggles nervously.
“I love you—it. Fuck, I mean I love it . The panties, your tits… I didn’t mean?—”
She laughs again. “I know what you mean. I thought dressing the part would help us break the ice, so to speak.”
Break the ice? More like melt it, she’s that fucking hot.
I don’t even tell her that usually the bunnies would just kneel between my thighs and blow me without either of us taking off any clothes. Thinking about it, the entire thing sounds very clinical, but the first time it happened it had been a quick and dirty hookup. The clothes stayed on because we were worried about getting caught by either my teammates or someone on the coaching staff.
I hope we win tonight because I want this to become a tradition.
Not just the naked part, the Bay part.
To be precise, the naked Bay part. It’s important to be as specific as possible when bargaining with Lady Luck.
“You look good enough to eat,” I tell her, shucking my jacket and undoing my belt as I kick off my shoes and get rid of my socks.
“Jagger,” she scolds me. “Remember how yesterday you said it was all about me? This is all about you. We’re here to make sure luck is on your side tonight.”
She’s right, but I’m a greedy motherfucker and I’m fucking obsessed with her body. “We have time and I just really liked making you come last night.”
Bay’s tongue darts out to lick her lips and I’m dying to feel them around my cock. “I liked that too. But we need to do this right. Maybe we could get together later?”
Her offer stops me in my tracks.
Of course I want to. Since that totally random kiss at the fair, I’ve been totally obsessed with her. The time we spent in my room last night did nothing to cure me of that obsession, if anything, it made it worse.
The realization that I have a crush on Bay Woods hits me like a wrecking ball. She’s drop dead gorgeous, kind, funny and the physical chemistry between us is explosive.
I’ve never been the relationship type and I don’t know if I could ever be, but I know I definitely want to get to know her better. For the first time in my life, the idea of being someone’s boyfriend doesn’t send me running for the hills.
I just need to be honest with her, because I would hate to hurt her if things fizzled out between us.
“I would like to get together again,” I say honestly. “But I usually don’t date?—”
Her blue eyes widen at my words. “I’m on the rebound, Jagger,” she blurts out. “After what happened with Toph, I’m not really looking for a boyfriend. I don’t think I’m ready, and I don’t know if and when I’ll ever be. I also came back to school determined that I wouldn’t get involved with another hockey player.”
I tilt my head to the side, a little confused. “What are you saying?”
She sighs. “This is the problem. I don’t even know what I’m saying. I said no more hockey players and then I almost hooked up with one on the flight back to Star Cove?—”
“You did?” I ask, unsure if I should be jealous or what.
“Nothing happened, but that’s beside the point. I was adamant that I would avoid hockey players like the plague. Then we kissed and things just spiraled from there. I can’t think about anything else but kissing you again. And things didn’t get any better after last night. I want to see you again but I don’t want to date you. Or anyone else. Especially not another hockey player. Not until I’ve figured out how to get over what happened with Topher.”
I’m a little disappointed, but maybe this makes things easier. Maybe Bay and I can explore things without any pressure to define our attraction.
The offer rolls off my tongue easily. “Then let me be your rebound. We can keep hanging out like this. No obligations, no strings attached. We can just have fun and when we decide it’s time, we can stay friends.”
BAY
This is an offer I can’t refuse.
The best of both worlds. I can keep hanging out with Jagger and get more orgasms, and at the same time, I don’t need to worry about getting hurt or hurting him.
I don’t need to worry about his fuckboy reputation or the trust issues Topher has left me with.
Besides, Jagger comes from a rich family like Topher’s. If we aren’t dating, I don’t need to worry about what his parents would think of my middle class family.
“Ok,” I decide, surrounding his neck with my arms. “We have a deal. Now, let’s make sure you win tonight’s game.”
The smile on his face is so sexy that my pulse quickens.
I talk a big game but sometimes one has to project confidence in stressful situations. This is why I got into makeup and fashion in the first place. Dress the part, wear your battle paint and the world will take notice.
I really hope I’m not gonna blow this though, no pun intended. Jagger has received countless bjs, I don’t want to be the worst one.
You’ve got this, Bay .
This time the voice in my head is on board with owning our sexuality. I’m no longer the girl who fakes her orgasms. I’m not broken or uptight. The only thing that was wrong with me is that my partners had no idea how to get me off. Then I got in my head, to the point that I couldn’t even get myself off.
I’m a new woman. Sexy, confident and powerful.
I researched the fuck out of how to give the perfect blowjob and I’m gonna rock Jagger’s world the same way he rocked mine last night.
I kiss him. Hard.
His lips part easily to let me slip my tongue inside his mouth.
Jesus.
Why is it that every time this guy touches me in any way, my skin catches fire?
I circle his tongue with mine, the same way I plan on circling the head of his cock in a second.
His moan of approval makes me bold and I cup his erection through his boxer briefs.
“Where do you want to do this? Sitting on that bench?” I ask, looking at the long bench by the first row of lockers.
“No,” he decides. “Usually that’s where it would happen, but I told you I want to make you come too. Come on.”
“Hey,” I giggle as he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me toward the showers.
I’m surprised to see partitions and doors closing every cubicle. They don’t go all the way from floor to ceiling, but if anyone walked in on us, all they would see is our feet. Maybe Jagger’s head, because he must be well over six feet. Even with my four inch heels, I’m too short to be seen over the top of the saloon style shower doors.
Jagger places me back on my feet. “Jagger, we can’t have a shower, I didn’t bring anything to fix my hair and?— ”
“We aren’t here to get clean,” his smile is devilish. “We’re here to get dirty.”
Well, then.
Maybe I should take off my shoes, but they make me feel sexy and like this he towers over me by just about a foot.
Not that it’ll matter, since I’m gonna be on my knees in a few seconds, but the extra height makes reaching his lips a lot easier.
We kiss again, his big hands immediately closing over my tits. I love the way he touches me, and my body responds with that intense, unmistakable throb between my legs.
His eyes have lost their golden color, the green specks in them darkening his irises as we part and stare at each other.
I don’t say anything, I just sink down to my knees as I drag his underwear down with both hands.
When his cock springs free, I close my fingers around the base, keeping my eyes on his.
“Bay,” he murmurs. “Even if we lose, I don’t think I’m ever going to get luckier than this.”
I know he wants me, his hard-on says as much, but his words spur me on. Jagger has no idea what he did for me yesterday. Or maybe he does, but he did much more than making me feel good. He showed me that the only thing that was wrong with me was dating someone too selfish to care if I came or not. Who had to assign blame, rather than work harder, to make sex good for both of us.
I never saw it before how his feelings for me were all talk. On the outside, he would treat me like a princess, lavishing me with gifts and affection. That was nothing but gaslighting, meaningless grand gestures meant to hide his selfishness, his controlling and deceitful nature.
But I don’t want to think about him right now.
This is all about Jagger and I’ve never wanted to do something as much as I want to go down on him right now.
I lick the length of his shaft, starting from the base and massaging his underside until I find that spot where he likes to be touched, right under his crown.
I circle his tip with my tongue a couple of times, just teasing his favorite spot. He takes notice of it, inhaling sharply every time my tongue touches it.
“Oh fuck,” he growls when I take his cockhead into my mouth, sucking and massaging it with my tongue at the same time.
I stay there for a while, licking and sucking, pumping his shaft with one hand, while my other hand cradles Jagger’s pink, symmetrical balls.
He voices his approval, with soft moans and whispering words of encouragement, and I’m really enjoying myself too.
I use slow, deliberate movements, spying the way the muscles in his lower stomach contract and twitch every time I do something that feels particularly good.
Every time I switch from licking to sucking, I dip my head a little lower, taking more of him into my mouth.
His balls feel tighter, his shaft harder than ever and I realize that he must be getting close.
I’ve never deepthroated anyone, but the way Jagger reacts every time the tip of his cock gets deeper into my mouth, makes me want to try.
“Fuck,” he grunts when his cock hits the back of my throat, and that’s my cue to continue.
My head bobs up and down, the ends of my ponytail tickling the center of my back as it swings with the movement.
“Bay,” his moan is needy and desperate at the same time, his eyes almost closed. “I’m so fucking close. If you don’t want me to shoot in your mouth, now it’s time to—oh, Jesus.”
Yup, I did that. I just raked my nails over his balls while I went as deep as I could take him.
Jagger’s cock swells into my mouth and I grab his hips to keep him exactly where I wanted him.
If I’m doing this, I’m doing it right, and I swallow every last drop he gives me as his warmth coats my tongue over and over.
I slow my movements, sucking gently as he comes down from his high, my eyes still fixed on his face.
He blinks a couple of times, caressing my jaw with gentle fingers as his breathing evens out.
“If we don’t win tonight,” he chuckles, helping me back up. “I think our team is totally doomed.”
“Why? Did I do it wrong?” I ask as he pulls me to his chest.
“Wrong? Bay, that was the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had.”
Heat rushes to my face at the intense look in Jagger’s eyes. He really means it.
“Really?” I giggle, totally fishing for compliments.
“I think you’ve totally ruined blowjobs for me from now on. There’s only one problem.”
When I ask him what it is, his answer makes me burst with pride.
“I don’t think I want anyone else to do this with me before a game.”
Our mouths are close, his big hand is tilting my head as he closes the distance between us.
“To tell you the truth,” he whispers before kissing me, “I didn’t even want anyone else since we kissed.”
As his mouth owns mine, Jagger’s hands find the backs of my thighs and he lifts me, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his hips.
“Now it’s your turn,” he says, pulling on my bottom lip with his teeth. “Are you gonna come all over my cock?”
“I really want to, but you just came—holy shit.” I gasp, when he pushes me against the tiled wall of the shower, thrusting his hips to show me that he’s rock hard again. “Maybe I haven’t done such a good job if you recovered that quickly.” I joke .
“I’m twenty-two and in the best shape I’ll ever be, Bay. It doesn’t take me long to recover, especially when my girl is as hot as you.”
His words are what my bruised ego needs to hear and hearing Jagger call me “his girl” turns me on even more. I know I shouldn’t mistake his possessive tone for anything other than lust. He made it clear that we’re friends with benefits, and that’s what I want too. I just need to make sure I don’t confuse the orgasms with something they’re not.
Having a boyfriend didn’t work out for me. All I have to show for a three year relationship with my ex is just a broken heart, a wounded ego and sexual frustration. Do I miss the feeling of being together against the world? Of having someone who would protect me even if I didn’t need it, just because he cared? I’m not gonna lie to myself, I do. That was nothing but an illusion, that much is clear after how things ended.
So I’ll take having a partner who loves to get me off over and over, rather than one who will take care of his own needs and fall asleep leaving me wanting.
I don’t say any of that to Jagger, banishing every thought of my ex.
“Prove it,” I challenge him. “But don’t get disappointed if it doesn’t happen… you know a lot of girls can’t get off unless you do other stuff.”
“Yeah?” he searches my eyes with his. “If you don’t feel ready to go all the way?—”
I do. I’m just scared that last night was a fluke.
“You said you want to be my rebound, right? Then fuck me, Jagger. I haven’t been with anyone but my ex since freshman year, and I have it on excellent authority that the only way to truly get over someone is to get under someone better.”
He thrusts his hips, rubbing his hard shaft over my lace covered slit. “That sounds fucking wise,” he chuckles. “Who said that?”
“I did,” I beam. “That’s what I told my sister last year when I convinced her to rebound.”
He laughs. “Are you talking about the auction dates?”
“I am, but I think we’ve talked enough. Less talking, more fucking, Jagger.”
“Damn,” he chuckles. “I like the way you think, Miss Woods. You’re just a little overdressed for what I have in mind…”
Rip .
“Did you—did you just rip my panties?” I gasp.
He pins me against the wall, dragging his hard cock over my slit, shifting his hips to line himself up with my entrance. “Fuck, we can’t do this.”
I blink, confused. “What? Why? I told you I want to.”
Jagger sighs, resting his forehead on mine, clearly frustrated. “Not unless you have a condom. Would you fucking believe I didn’t bring any?”
I don’t mean to kick someone when they’re down, but seriously?
“How is that possible?” I whine, frustrated. “I thought you hooked up in here all the time.”
Jagger takes offense. “No, I just got blowjobs in here all the time. Usually the whole thing would be done when I came. I never wanted to take things any further.”
His words shouldn’t make me happy but they do. We might not be starting a love story for the ages, but I love how special Jagger makes me feel.
My next words tumble out of my mouth before I can even think about what I’m offering. “If you’re clean, we don’t need a condom. I’m on the pill.”
Hesitation clouds his hazel eyes. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Positive. Topher and I never ditched condoms. He wanted to be double sure that there would be no accidents to derail our five year plan.”
Or maybe, deep down, he agreed with his father that I wasn’t marriage material, so that’s why he wanted the double insurance on birth control. Who knows? It doesn’t matter now.
“I’m clean,” Jagger finally says. “We get tested before the beginning of every season and I’ve never gone bare.”
I play with the short hair at the nape of his neck. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to?—”
“Fuck yeah,” he interrupts me. “I want to, but only if you’re sure.”
“Fuck me, Jagger,” I repeat.