5. Nick
Nick
She tastes like mint toothpaste and spun sugar, and all my good intentions scatter the second her hands slide over my skin. Every inch of me is attuned to her, seeking every spot I can find that makes her gasp, sigh, melt.
My hands slide under the edge of her oversized shirt, and skim over her soft belly. I stop just under the curve of her breast, and inhale her scent.
Against her neck, I lick at the rapid beat of her pulse and murmur, “This isn’t how I do things, kitten.”
“No? Want to show me how you do it, Daddy? It’s been so long since this kitty has been allowed to play.”
There it is. That goddamn word again. My blood lights up, burning hotter than before, and I groan against her.
“You know I wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you?”
She lets out a soft rasp. “Glad to know I wasn’t the only one struck dumb in my doorway.”
“Oh, no, sweet girl. I wanted you the first time I saw you on stage.” I trail kisses down her neck and over her shoulder.
She writhes against me, rocking over my hard length and dragging her nails over my back.
“You came out of the shadows timid, shy, nervous. And by the end of the night, when you’d crushed the competition, you stood tall, awash in blue and purple lights.
Undefeated and victorious. I’d never seen a woman look so proud of herself, and that kind of confidence?
That kind of competence? Shit. I don’t think I’ve ever been as turned on in public as I was right then. ”
“Not even now?” She slides off my lap, sinks to the floor and lays a hand delicately on my thigh. Then, she lets out a little kitty meow and playfully paws at the thin cotton sheet slung across my hips.
My throat runs dry as a desert as she bats at the fabric, shifting it slowly until it falls away completely. She grins at me, mischief shining in her hazel eyes as she rubs her cheek against my leg, gently nudging me to spread my knees wider for her.
“I’m not in public,” I grind out, fighting to stay still while she inches ever closer to my cock.
She smiles up at me. “Imagine if we were? If this adorable little kitten came up to you, rubbed against you begging for pets, for cuddles, for cream?”
Then her pink little tongue darts out of her mouth, and lashes up the underside of me. I jolt, groaning. My hand flies to her head and I pet her hair. She takes this as encouragement to dip her head again, to lap at me until I forget that this is all play. This is all pretend.
Instead, I ache with need for this wildcat of a woman. A need to have her, a need to care for her, a need to fucking keep her if she’ll let me.
My thoughts are drowned out by the sensations washing over me as she sucks me down and uses both hands to coax me into thrusting into her mouth. I murmur praise for being such a good girl, and she rewards me by raking her nails down my thighs, hard enough to make me hiss.
“Naughty little kitten,” I say, pulling her into my lap and fitting her against my cock. My shaft slips underneath the cotton of her shorts, and she gasps when we slide against one another, hot heat against hot heat. “I’m going to have to teach you some manners. Train you how to be a good kitty.”
“A good kitty is a satisfied kitty,” she says back, arching against me and bringing my hand to her breast.
I knead her flesh, scrape the pad of my thumb over her tips. Watch as she purrs and shifts, grinding herself over my hard shaft.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to fill that pretty pussy of yours up before I ever get a chance to taste it.”
She lets out a soft rawr as I spin us around and pin her to the sofa. I slide my shaft along her slit and curl my tongue around the free tip of her other breast.
I listen for her breath, her whimpers, her moans. I move over her, kissing her belly and slipping her shorts down her legs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. Your desire is a goddamn gift. Never be ashamed of what you like.”
Then I close my mouth over her heat and lick along her slit.
I taste her tang, her salt, and keep going until she’s lost to her pleasure.
Until her hands fist in my hair and her hips lift to meet my mouth.
I lick and suck and explore every inch of her with my tongue, my fingers, and then I find the spot that has her curling off the couch and yanking me up.
She’s breathless when she catches my earlobe between her teeth, reaching between us to slide my weeping cock over her swollen clit.
“I need you so much, Daddy. I need you to fill me up and fuck me hard. Make me scream.”
I should stop her there. Should pause for breath or thought or a fucking condom, but she lines me up. Nudges me forward. Cups my cheeks and stares into my eyes.
“I’m clean,” she says. “And on birth control. But I can wait if you want more protection.”
I huff out a laugh and inch forward, notching the head of my cock against her slick, wet opening.
“Protection from what, baby? I’m clean, too, and you’ve already wrecked me.” Then, I slide all the way in. Feel her stretch around me, hear her soft, delicious moan. My mouth finds hers, and with our bodies aligned, our hearts hammering against one another, we move in the moonlight.
She clings to me, whimpering, as I praise her with my words, worship her with my mouth, and drive into her with relentless, punishing strokes.
“There’s a good little kitten,” I say, reaching between us to roll my thumb over her clit. “Taking all of Daddy’s cock into her tight, pink pussy.”
Her fingernails trail over my abs and dig into my hips. Her moans grow louder as I pump into her, so close to losing myself.
“Come on, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Hauling her hips up, I drive deep. Deeper still.
“Oh my god, Nick. Right there. Right there.”
I ignore the sweat gathering on my brow, the tight strain of my balls as they swing with very thrust. And just when I think I’m going to embarrass myself and come before she does, she breaks.
Clamps her legs around my hips, arches her back and unleashes a husky, guttural scream that sends me over the edge.
I shudder as I come, slowing my thrusts so that every single spurt stays buried in her sweet, sweet pussy. Then, I gather her in my arms and settle us back into a seated position with my cock still sheathed inside of her and my palms running over her sweat-soft back.
She rests her cheek on my shoulder, and I brush my lips across her temple. I tell her she was perfect, fucking amazing, a good little kitten. She mewls softly, not unlike a purr, and drops into a soft snooze against my chest.
We stay like that for a while until I grow soft and slip free. And when I look beyond the sliding glass doors and see the sky lightening, I know the day is coming.
And with it, a host of questions I don’t know how to answer.
I surround Rosemary with pillows and tuck her into the sheets, making sure to leave her a note letting her know I’ll be back after my morning workout.
Then, I double check that I’ve set the coffee maker to automatically brew at a decent hour and I get to the door just before the guys practically knock it down with their heavy-handed knocks.
“Whoa, look who’s up and at ‘em today.” Shiloh elbows Marcus in the ribs and lets out a low whistle.
I shush him as I slip out of the apartment and block their view with my body as I lock up. “Can you be quiet? Some people are still sleeping.”
Shiloh’s face lights up. “Some people, or whichever broad you finally decided to take for a little ride last night, huh?”
I amble down the stairs, moving fast to get away from him.
“It’s his business, ‘Loh. Let him be.” Marcus spins his keys in his hand and follows after me.
“But I just gotta know if he took my advice,” Shiloh protests. “Cartsy, you find yourself a girl?”
I wait until we’re outside and pull my ball cap lower over my eyes.
“There’s certain someone, yes.” I admit. Then, before Shiloh can continue gloating, I barrel on. “But it’s… she’s not what I expected. She’s more.”
“Uh oh. You’re starting to sound like Marcus did at rookie camp. Gone over one broad.” Shiloh points to the ocean as we walk to his car. “Don’t forget, boys, there’s a great, big ocean out there. You don’t need to settle for the first fish in the sea.”
“It’s not settling if she’s fucking perfect for me, is it? If we’ve got common ground, shared interests, and similar values.”
Shiloh blinks at me. “What, you figure all that out in the hot minute you’ve been in town?”
“I’ve been spending a lot of time with her this last week,” I say, all my morning thoughts led to one simple conclusion. “And whatever it is we’ve got going, it’s something special. I think I owe it to her — and to myself — to see if, I don’t know, it might be something worth making permanent.”
He dismisses me with a wave of his hand, then stops and points at Marcus and me.
“I don’t know what’s going on here, but whatever you guys are eating or drinking? Keep it far away from me. I don’t need anything serious right now.”
“That’s because you’ve spent the last year making eyes at the coach’s daughter,” Marcus adds. “And you know you’ll never be able to touch her.”
Shiloh scoffs, cheeks coloring as he wrenches open the door. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Marcus shoots me a look that says, See, what’d I tell you? and I laugh.
“I think if you find someone who challenges you, who inspires you, and who makes you sift through what it is you really want—they’re someone I want in my life.”
Marcus and Shiloh exchange a look, then each clap me on the shoulder. “Thanks, bud, but if you want to play on our line, that’s going to be up to coach.”
They give me a squeeze and pile into the car while I climb into the back, biting out, “I wasn’t talking about you two idiots!”
But as we peel away from the curb and roll to the arena, I tap out a couple messages on my phone and fire them off.
Change of plans.
And by the time I step off the ice after skating with Marcus, Shiloh and the rest of the Scorpions who’ve turned up to get ready for training camp, I have a whole new change of heart.