10. Rowdy
TEN
ROWDY
Being on and off the ice, today and well into tonight, has my blood pumping and my adrenaline flowing.
No sooner does the hotel door slam shut behind us than my last thread of control snaps in half.
I don’t let Jett take two steps into the room before I’m on her.
I grab her by the waist, drag her against my chest, and slam my mouth down on hers.
Her hands fly up to wrap around my neck, her small fingers twisting in the hair at the nape of my neck.
We can’t keep our hand off each other. It’s a messy, chaotic collision of our mouths, hands, and heavy breaths.
I back her up until her hips meet the edge of the desk, my hands sliding under the hem of her shirt to grip her warm, soft skin.
She pulls me in deeper, her tongue entwining with mine, tasting like mint and pure temptation.
I groan into her mouth, my cock throbbing so damn hard against the front my jeans it’s aching to be released.
I want her. Right now. Right here against the desk.
But I force myself to take a step back, my dark eyes locked on her dazed and flushed face. Jett’s lips are swollen, her dark short hair is a beautiful mess, and her breathing is coming in rapid pants.
“Stay,” I tell her, breaking the remainder of our physical contact even though my body screams to do the opposite.
I walk across the room to where my duffel bag sits on the luggage rack, unzipped.
Right on top of it is what I’m after. My hands grab my spare preseason game jersey.
I pull the dark green-and-silver fabric from the top and toss it in her direction. It lands right in her arms.
“Put it on, and don’t bother with your bra or panties.” My voice is as rough as gravel, dropping into a deep tone, leaving no room for debate. “I’m making good on my promise, sunshine. The first time I take you, it’s going to be with you wearing my name.”
Jett looks from me to the jersey in her hands, her dark eyes flashing with the familiar sass I’ve come to enjoy. She rolls her eyes, and a faint smile touches her swollen lips. She doesn’t argue, though. Instead, she hops off the desk and saunters her sweet-as-sin ass into the bathroom.
When the door clicks shut behind her, I don’t waste a single second.
I tear off my T-shirt, toss it to the floor, step out of my shoes, and bend down to take off my socks.
Then I undo my belt, button, and zipper, shove my jeans down my legs, and kick them aside.
Once I’m completely bare, I grab a condom from my bag.
Hell, I grab a few just in case, tucking them away but leaving them within reach near my thigh as I climb onto the king-sized bed.
I lean back, my shoulders pressed against the padded headboard, my legs stretched out, and wrap the palm of my hand around my thick dick, stroking slowly to keep myself on edge.
Then the bathroom door opens, Jett walks out, and a guttural groan is torn from deep in my chest. She looks so fucking incredible with my jersey hanging off her small frame.
The shoulders droop down her arms, the hem falling past her thick thighs, nearly reaching her knees.
Jett’s golden legs are on full display as she walks toward the bed.
My number 77 is stretched across her chest, and it fucks with my brain.
I watch what my groan does to her, pupils dilating until they are nearly blown dark.
A delicate, pink flush spreads from her cheeks down her throat and to her collarbones.
When her eyes fall to where my hand is wrapped around my hard cock, noticing the raw, undisguised hunger in my face, her confidence wavers for a split second.
“Like what you see, Bouch?” she murmurs, biting her lower lip as she keeps walking toward me, even with a tremble in her voice.
“Get your sexy ass over here, sunshine,” I growl, letting go of my length and reaching out to snatch her by the waist the second she’s close enough.
I drag her onto the mattress, spinning her frame around before she can process the movement.
I push her back against the pillows and shift my heavy body over hers.
I don’t give her time to think, either. I slide down the bed, drag the hem of my jersey up and over her thighs until it bunches around her bare, wet cunt.
I part her thighs before pressing my face right between her legs and drag my tongue from her clit downward, following the lips of her pussy, sucking one then the other into my mouth. Her flavor explodes in my mouth—salt tinged with a sweetness that’s uniquely Jett’s.
“Rowdy,” she cries out my name. I throw her legs over my shoulders and press down on her hips, holding her to the bed.
“Watch me, Jett. Watch me take you with my mouth.” I breathe against her core, watching as she does a full-body shiver.
Her hips lift, having nowhere to go as my tongue sweeps flat and heavy over her sensitive, swollen clit.
I watch every emotion play over her face.
Her eyes never leave mine, not when she grips the bed sheets with both hands, knuckles turning white as I eat like a man on death row and devouring his last meal.
I lap up every bead of slickness, my thumb pressing inside her pussy while my tongue works her in fast, relentless strokes.
Jett writhes beneath me, her thighs trembling against my cheeks, squeezing me to hold me where she wants me. Her breathing becomes ragged. Her high-pitch gasps drive me out of my mind.
“Rowdy… god, more, please,” she sobs. One of her hands reaches down to tangle in my hair, holding my head against her wet pussy.
I don’t let her come, not yet at least. I shift my weight, using my hands to keep her where I want, planted on my face, and flip us over until I’m on my back and she’s straddling me.
Jett’s pussy nearly suffocates me as she tries to find a surface to hold on to.
Too bad I lose her hands in my hair, but in this position, I’ve got my hands full of her perfect ass.
“Turn around, sunshine. Want your mouth on my cock,” I mumble between her thighs, dragging my tongue from inside her cunt to her clit.
“You’re lucky I want that, too, or I’d stay just like this.” She doesn’t hesitate. Her knee swings over to the other side of my body, she backs herself up, and the minute her thigh is back in the air, I settle her back on my face.
My tongue continues to thrash her clit as her small, warm hands wrap around the shaft of my hard cock. I can feel when she parts her lips and takes the thick head of my cock into her wet mouth.
“Fucking Christ, Jett!” I roar into her skin, my hips twitching violently.
Her warm, slick throat closes around my length as she sucks me deep, her tongue pressing firmly along my dick before she drags her lips all the way down and up.
She uses one hand to twist her wrist when her mouth isn’t swallowing me whole. Goddamn, she’s merciless.
My mouth stays buried in her cunt, my tongue flicking her clit, my fingers buried in her tightness from behind.
It causes her to double up her efforts and for me to drive her wild.
The sensation of her sucking my dick while I eat her pussy is too damn much.
The sound of her wet, breathless moans, the feel of her throat gripping my dick—it nearly has me coming too damn fast. My lower body tightens, the base of my spine has an intense pressure building.
I can’t take it anymore.
I need to be inside her.
“Up, sunshine.” I smack her ass, watching as it jiggles above me.
“What? Why?” She pulls off my dick and sits up, looking over her shoulder.
I sit up as well, sliding her down until she’s straddling my lap, reverse cowgirl style.
Her back presses against my chest. I reach around her, and the palms of my hands slip beneath the heavy fabric of my jersey, cupping her bare, heavy breasts.
My thumbs roll over her stiff, pebbled nipples, making her gasp in pleasure and arch her back, causing her ass to be on my cock.
“Not coming down your throat this time. Grab the condom, sunshine,” I croon into her ear, making her shiver.
“Where is it?” I move my thigh, and she hears the foil crinkle.
I watch as she reaches for a packet, her fingers quaking, then tears it open and pulls out the thin latex ring.
With her back still resting against my chest, she lifts up, reaches between her legs, and wraps her silky, soft hand around my throbbing cock.
Jett sheaths the condom over the head and slowly, ever so carefully, rolls the rubber down my thick length.
“Fuck, Jett,” I growl against her neck, my hands squeezing her breasts. “I’m fucking dying here.” Her fingers working over my hard dick almost breaks my resolve.
She lets out a shaky laugh and adjusts her position, guiding the thick tip of my cock to her drenched, swollen entrance. Slowly, agonizingly so, she inches down one devastating inch at a time.
“Oh god, Rowdy,” she whimpers. The walls of her pussy stretch tightly around me as she takes all of me.
My dick pulses, throbbing inside of her, causing my vision to blur.
I wrap one arm around her middle, working her nipple with the other, holding her firmly as her ass cradles my groin.
Jett sits there for a second, attempting to catch her breath.
I can feel her pussy clinching down on my dick.
And right then, she tilts her head to the side, nearly in the crook of my shoulder, and notices the large full-length mirror mounted on the wall directly across from the bed.
Our reflection… the sight should be obscene.
She sees herself in my lap, wearing my jersey with my number on the front and my last name on the back, my corded arms wrapped around her waist, my face buried in her scent, and down below…
Fuck, she can see where my thick, vein-lined cock covered in latex that I wish weren’t there vanishes inside her hot, slick pink cunt.
“Rowdy, look… look at us.” Jett freezes, staring at us. My restraint is fucking gone. I lose control. I don’t give her another second to adjust. I grip her hips and thrust upward with a relentless power, my hips slam against her ass with heavy, slapping thuds.
Slap, slap, slap.
“Rowdy, oh fuck!” Jett screams out, her hands flying to grip at the back of my head as I drive in and out of her, filling her completely, hitting that sweet, deep spot with every single punishing stroke.
“Look at you, Jett,” I grunt into her ear, my voice taking on an edge as I pound into her from behind.
“Look at the mirror, sunshine. Look at what you look like wearing my name while I fuck your sweet pussy.” She doesn’t take her eyes off our reflection.
In the mirror, she watches as I lift her hips slightly before thrusting back in, the lips of her pussy flaring out and stretching wide around my length as I pull almost all the way out before slamming back deep inside her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl, tightening my grip on her waist, my thumbs digging into her hip bone deep enough she’ll probably have a mark, my fucking mark. “Look how your sweet pussy opens up for my dick. You were made to take this. You were made for me.”
“Rowdy… please. I’m going to—” she sobs, her head rolling back against my shoulder, her eyes wild in the mirror as she watches me take her, sliding in and out of her wet heat.
“Do it,” I demand, thrusting deeper, faster, harder. So much so that we’re shaking the entire bed frame. “Come for me while you watch me take you. Show me how much you love wearing my jersey while I ruin you for every other man.” My words push her right over the edge.
Jett screams, a loud, helpless sound that fills the room as the walls of her pussy clamp down on my dick like a vice, contracting violently.
The sheer sensation of her orgasm gripping my dick combined with the sight of her pussy flaring around me in the mirror shatters any semblance of control I have left.
I let out a low roar as my hips slam hard against her one last time, driving my cock as deep as it can possibly go.
I lose my mind in the process as my own climax rips through me.
I pump hard into the latex sheath wishing like hell it weren’t on my dick, and I could watch as I fuck my cum into her only for it to spill out with each thrust. My chest heaves against her back as I hold her pinned to my lap, riding out my orgasm.
I stay buried deep inside her, my chin resting on her shoulder, my hand sliding under the jersey to cover her heart, feeling it beating wildly. For the first time since meeting Jett, I kind of wish she had her camera and could capture this moment of us to keep forever.
“Damn, sunshine.” I press a kiss against the flush skin of her neck, sucking for a moment, marking her again. “Now tell me again how you don’t mix business with pleasure.”