Van (Cold Fury Hockey 9)

I let Simone go for a moment to grab my wallet. She watches me with sex-glazed eyes as I pull it out and tear the wrapper off a condom.

"Get my cock out," I order her.

She springs into action, practically ripping my jeans open. I look down the alley back to the parking lot, and it's quiet. Doesn't mean we'll have complete privacy, but we have it for now.

And as amped up as I am, still pissed she even thought this was a good idea and with the smell of her on my fingers, it's not going to take long.

Simone holds my cock while I roll the condom on, then she's practically jumping up into my arms, her toned legs wrapping around my waist.

Pressing her back into the wall, my hands go to her ass to support her. I'm mesmerized as she reaches in between us. I look down and watch her pull her thong to the side, and then she's feeding my cock into her body.

"Fuck," I groan from the sight and the feel and the knowledge that she wants me as much as I want her. "Just...fuck."

Once the tip of me is inside, Simone's arms go over my shoulders and she lowers herself onto me. I slide into her tight pussy, my balls immediately tingling with the need to release.

"Mmmm," she moans as she bottoms out and then rotates her hips. "I've missed this."

"Me too," I admit foolishly to her.

Foolishly because her eyes flash in triumph. She then brushes her lips across mine and whispers, "You were so jealous."

"Shut the fuck up," I mutter as I start to fuck her against the wall.

"Ooooh," she stammers as my hips move like a piston, my cock pounding her tight cunt.

"No one else looks at or touches this," I feel compelled to reiterate before putting my mouth to her neck and biting her.

Simone's fingers go into my hair and she jerks my head so I look at her. "It's yours, baby. Do with it what you will."

"I intend to," I say ominously, and drive deep. I stare at her, almost nose to nose as I tell her, "And that ass will be mine tonight too."

She moans, but I see some apprehension in her eyes. "I don't know if I can take it."

"You can," I assure her with a grunt as I punch my hips so hard I'm afraid I might have hurt her so I make a mental note to dial it back a bit. "You will. We got all night."

Dropping her forehead to my shoulder, she just nods. Her arms tighten around me even harder and she hangs on while I fuck the shit out of her, reclaiming her body as mine alone.

When I feel Simone's body tighten for that split instant before she explodes, I plant myself in deep and I start to unload just as she contracts around my cock. It's the first time I've ever come at the same time as a woman before, and it's fucking beyond description. The connection between us seems intensified a million times. Simone shudders, her eyes wide and locked with mine. We just stare at each other while we both come apart in a grimy alley beside a strip club, and I wonder if I look as astonished as she does right now that it might have been the most beautiful experience of my life.

Chapter 16

Simone

"Fuck, Simone," Van mutters sleepily as his hand comes to rest gently on my head. I have him in my mouth and he's hard. He's also awake now, so I double down and start sucking hard.

God, I love having my mouth on him. It's really the only time I have any power over this man, and while I generally like him to be in control of me, this has its benefits. I love the sounds he makes, and sometimes he begs.

It doesn't take long until Van is pumping his hips upward, trying to get deeper. I give him deeper and he explodes in my mouth with a hoarse bark of relief rumbling out of his chest. As I take every bit of him, his hand moves to the back of my neck, where he strokes my hair.

I find I like soft, cuddly Van a lot too.

In fact, the night before last was the first time I slept all night with him. After he hauled me home from Follies, not even letting me go back inside to get my clothes or give some very short notice--promising me he'd go back today and get my stuff--he drove me back to our house.

For the first time, we were able to get wild and loud and crazy in his own bed with no fear of Lucas finding us. It hadn't crossed my mind to be grateful for it, but yes...Lucas making up with Stephanie has its undeniable benefits to me and Van right now. While we were a little more cautious during the day in case Lucas decided to swing by for something, we were a lot more comfortable at night knowing he was fully occupied. Last night was another "shake the foundation of the house" fuck fest, and it was amazing.

"What was that for?" Van mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep and satiation.

I lift my head, letting him slide free of my mouth, and give him a dimple-popping grin. "It's game day. I think you should start it with a good-luck blow job when you wake up."

"Will you do that for every game day?" he asks slyly.

I lie down on my side, resting my cheek on his thigh as I look at him. "Well, for the home games for sure."

His eyes dance with amusement and my breath catches. A happy Van with humor on his face is a sight to behold.

Tucking his hands behind his head so he can look down at me, those amazing lips of his curve upward even higher. His smile is totally mischievous and his tone is droll when he says, "Guess that's a benefit to letting you sleep in my bed all night."

"Asshole," I mutter affectionately, and be still my heart...Van winks down at me. Shit, I might swoon.

"What about away games?" he asks.

"Hmmm," I say, bringing a finger to my chin as I ponder. "How about phone sex in the morning?"

"Not if I'm rooming with your brother," he mutters.

Laughing, I smooth my hand up his thigh, past his hip and to his ribs. "How about you go in the bathroom, turn the shower on, and call me. Then just listen...and I'll help get you off."

Van's eyes fire with interest. "That sounds like a plan."

Moving my hand inward, I let it rest on his belly while my cheek still lies on his thigh. It's not exactly mutual cuddling, but he's letting me be touchy-feely and I'm taking advantage of it.

"Am I still shiny?" I ask him.

"You took my cock in your ass like a champ night before last. You woke me up with a blow job this morning. You're shinier than ever, Simone."

My sex clenches hard with desire as I think about that night he hauled me home from Follies, wanting to make a final claim to my body. He definitely popped that cherry,

and now he owns every part of me. It was magnificent. I never could have imagined how good it would feel, and that's only because he took his sweet time with me. He spent such a long time getting me ready, first with his mouth sucking on my clit until I came hard. Then he used his fingers, and one of my smaller dildos to stretch me. Lots of lube, more fingers...that dildo he was brilliant with. By the time he was pressing his above-average-size dick in my ass, I was beyond ready.

I was begging for it.

Let me just say, an orgasm while my backside was well fucked and full of a man who knows what he's doing was so intense I almost passed out. The second I cried out as the explosion of pleasure overwhelmed me, Van groaned out his own release. He thrust into me deep, threw his weight into my body, and drove me down into the mattress. Van ground out every tremor of his release against my ass, and the sounds he made were music to my ears.

Best of all, when he came down from his high, he rolled us to our sides and wrapped his arms around me. He kept his cock planted in my ass until it softened, cuddling me the entire time, and it was the most intimate experience of my life.

"You're implying that if we blow through all the kinky things we want to do, I might dull a little after that?" I ask him, because he totally defines my shininess by the amazing sex we have.

The humor dies and I know this when his lips go back to the neutral position. I think I may have pissed him off, but then my entire body seems to melt when he says in a softly gruff voice, "I think it's impossible for you to do anything but shine, in or out of this bed."

And oh wow. Something happens in my chest...a ripping sensation, and then warmth fills and spreads through me. I'm pretty sure my ovaries explode and I have the sudden realization that this is not just about sex anymore.

At least not for me.

Not when Van just said that. The man has made it a point to keep a big wall between us, but that right there knocked a hole in it, and I'm seeing him very clearly now.

But just as quickly, I notice Van's jaw tighten, and I realize that very tender admission he just made to me has caused him discomfort. So I try to lighten the mood back up.

"Do I still annoy you?" I ask him coyly.

"Every damn minute I'm around you," he mutters as he looks down his body at me.

"Liar," I say softly.