Van (Cold Fury Hockey 9)
Yes.
It takes a moment for him to respond, but when he does, it's lengthy and discouraging. You know I could cheat on you at any time. Any away game. Anytime I go to the gym. Fuck, I could hook up with someone in the middle of the day if I wanted to, and you'd never know.
But you won't if you promise me, I text back with surety.
Another long pause, and I fret with what he's going to say.
But then I smile when it comes. I promise.
I'm on my way. Be there in twenty minutes.
I push up off the couch and head to the kitchen to grab my purse. My phone chimes and I smile even bigger when I see Van's reply.
Good girl. Bring your vibrator.
Oh damn.
Just damn, damn, damn, this is going to be good.
Chapter 13
Van
"Please stop, Van," Simone begs as I thrust into her.
My elbow's digging down into the mattress, my full weight is on her, and my hips are driving deep.
"No," I tell her with a grunt as I continue moving in her. "You can handle it."
"I can't," she cries, and then she proves herself wrong as she comes again. Hips bucking, pussy clamping on me tight.
I adjust my other hand slightly, moving the vibrator I've held to her clit the entire time I've been fucking her and she whimpers like she's in pain. I've lost count of how many times she's come, but I can say without a doubt I've never had a woman do that over and over again the way she has.
It's fucking unreal.
I don't hurry my pace, because while I'm thrusting into her hard, I'm not going very fast. I've been wanting to hold off my own orgasm--enjoying the slight buzz of the vibrator--until I could see what I could wring out of her.
"Van," she gasps, and then moans and starts squirming under me. "I can't anymore. It's too much."
"Never too much," I groan as I can feel her start to tighten up again. Her face flushes, her nails dig into my back, and she screams as she comes again.
And fuck, that sound...tearing out of her throat in just pure, unrestrained pleasure, I've got an insane need to let go. I toss the vibrator aside, ignoring her soft sigh of relief, and bring my hands under legs. I lift them high and spread then wide, then I let loose on Simone's tight body.
Her voice stammers with the hard fucking I'm giving her. "Yes, Van...just like that."
The headboard slaps against the wall and I'm a little excited by the prospect of someone next door listening to us. They're either pissed or highly turned on over the shit Simone's been crying out over the last half hour.
I drive into Simone, chasing a monster orgasm just lurking down in my groin. I focus in on her face, amazed at how blissed out she looks right now. She brings her hands up and touches her palms to my cheeks. There's a soft satisfied smile on her face, and when she whispers to me, "I want you to come, baby," my entire body reacts.
A flash of pure desire slams down my spine, my balls harden, and my head spins. I throw my head back and roar out my release as I start to come like I never have in my entire life.
Just those few words spoken by a woman who wanted to see me reach my pleasure.
I want you to come, baby.
Fuck, that's all it took.
Just words. Soft and sweet.
I groan as I drive into her deep, dropping her legs to the bed and my weight on her. My breathing is labored and I feel weak as a kitten right now. If I wouldn't suffocate Simone, I'd just lie here for an eternity, which is how long it might take me to recover from that.
Simone wraps her arms tight around my neck and holds me to her. I would normally push away any woman who would want such intimacy, but I'm worn out.
Fucking wiped.
It's the only reason I'm letting her cuddle me.
Certainly has nothing to do with the fact I like the way her fingertips are stroking my shoulder, or the way she just curls her legs around my waist to hold me tight inside of her. There's no way in hell I enjoy the way she nuzzles her face into my neck.
God, I'm fucked.
--
"You sure can eat for such a skinny thing," I remark as Simone dives in for her fourth piece of midnight pizza.
"I'm not skinny," she says with affront. "My ass is juicy."
God is it juicy. The things I want to do to that ass.
Will do to that ass.
We'd been fucking for hours. We burned out the battery in her vibrator. I've kissed and licked every inch of her body. She's done the same to me. We're running low on condoms and time. She'll need to get home at some point so Lucas doesn't get suspicious.
I need to fuck her again before she leaves.
My dick thumps under the bedsheet in eager agreement, and I don't understand why, when it should be sated for the rest of the year.
Simone sits next to me in the bed, the sheet up to her waist as well. I'm not sure why we felt the need to cover ourselves while we ate, because neither of us have a shy bone in our bodies when it comes to nakedness.
In a perfect world, Simone would just walk around all day naked. So would I, so I could fuck her whenever I wanted. Touch her whenever I wanted.
Speaking of which, I turn on my side and slip a hand under the sheet and between her legs. Simone's eyes bug out at me with a half-eaten slice halfway to her mouth.
When I slip a finger inside of her she says, "What are you doing?"
"Want to see if I can make you come while you're eating pizza," I tell her with an evil grin.
"You are fucking weird," she says, but when my finger brushes her clit, her legs fall apart.
So I give her two fingers.
"Van," she whispers, her hand with the pizza dropping to the bed. I notice a piece of sausage rolls off and lands on the pristine white but crumpled sheet.
I just prop my head on the palm of my hand, the other working slowly between her legs. Simone's head falls back and thunks against the headboard, but she doesn't care.
She's lost to the feeling.
I'm lost to watching her and the pleasure she makes so transparent with the way her body moves and the way she moans.
Goddamn, so beautiful I'm still not sure why I've even been graced with this.
I finger Simone, my hungry eyes soaking in every detail, and I've come to know her body so well I can withhold an orgasm for her or I can fire one off quickly.
Right now, I take my time until she's begging me to let her come, and when she does she's crying out my name.
God. Damn. Beautiful.
--
There's no awkwardness as we get dressed. It's close to two in the morning and Simone needs to get home in case Lucas is awake and worried about her. I'll leave about half an hour later, or I may crash here. Room's paid for.
"Are you working tonight?" I ask her as I put my belt on.
She cocks an eyebrow at me and smirks.
"What?" I growl.
"Wanting this again, are you?" she teases me with a wave of her hand.
"The body, yes," I mutter as I grab my shoes. "The attitude, no."
Simone laughs and I turn my back so she can't see me smile.
"Am I still shiny?" she asks me softly, and I look over my shoulder at her.
Her hair is a mess, her cheeks still flushed, and her eyes are bright. I could fuck her again right now with no problem.
"Yeah...you're still shiny," I tell her, and I'm slightly surprised at just how gentle my voice is.
"Well, sadly I do have to work tonight, and the night after to make up for last night's shift," she says. "But I took Sunday off so I can go to the game."
We have game one of the conference finals against the New Jersey Wildcats Sunday afternoon, and it pleases me she'll be there.
Weird.
"Why do you have to make up the shift?" I ask her, wondering if I can get her to beg off another night from work. A bunch of guys were going to go clubbing tomorrow night, but I'd rather have my cock between Simone's legs any day of the week.
"Because I'm broke and owe Lucas for the car, my share of rent and utilities, and about another seventy bazillion dollars to my parents for my wasted education," she says glumly.
Chuckling, I sit on the edge of the bed to put my shoes on. "I'm sure your parents and Lucas will give you the time you need. And you know you don't have to pay us anything. Your brother and I are kind of wealthy."
"I know," she says as she comes to sit next to me. She's already fully dressed, and while I like her naked, dressed Simone is just as alluring to me. I know I certainly don't mind when her leg presses to the side of my own. "I just don't want to take advantage, and I can't stay there forever. Your lease is coming up in a few months."
That's true, and I've been looking at the housing market over the last few weeks, but nothing's quite appealed.
"I'm going to have to take on an additional job, or a better paying job," she continues. "With your schedule it could get really hard for us to have any time together."
I don't respond, but finish lacing up my shoes. The time for us to get together is just one of the many problems of this thing I've got going on with Simone. Too many problems to worry about even one of them right now.
"Of course, we could just out ourselves, then I could stay in your room with you," she says hopefully, and my face turns to meet her eyes.
She flinches when she sees the look of denial on my face, so I try to be gentle. "Simone...no. This isn't a relationship. We're just fucking each other, and Lucas would kill me if he knew that was all there was to it. He'd expect me to be more to you, and I can't."