Pulling my shirt over my head, I throw it onto the floor, walk into the shower room, and turn the knob on the first stall. I stick my hand under the water to make sure it’s warm enough, but Kennedy already has her hands all over me. Distracted by her arms laced around my stomach, my dick so fucking hard it’s about to pop through my jeans, I don’t even notice how hot the water is until she squeals out in pain.
“Shit. Sorry, babe.” I move her behind me and fix the temperature, the water hitting me in the face as I try to adjust the setting. It’s as hot as a motherfucker.
Ignoring my own pain, I stand under the water, wasting no time to pluck a condom from my pocket and slide my pants and boxers over my hips. Kennedy lowers herself in front of me, balancing her weight on the balls of her feet, and tugs my clothes the rest of the way down so I can kick them off.
She positions the head of my cock in front of her mouth, her eyes seductive as she grabs hold of my length with both hands and licks the tip, teasing me. I suck in a deep breath and grab the back of her head, my attempt to coax her into sliding the rest into her mouth.
She does as I wish, the water hitting my back and running down my face. For the most part, I’m shielding her, but a mist washes over her. She ignores it and quickens her pace, knowing what to do to make me come. Her tongue feels amazing and combined with the warmth of her mouth and the way she strokes my shaft, I am so close, but…I’d rather come inside her.
Grabbing her by the shoulders I say, “C’mere, baby.”
She stops mid-sucking, my dick in her mouth and her eyes open wide, the look on her face so fucking hot I have a hard time keeping my shit together. I want to come right this second. Releasing her hold on me, she wipes the corner of her mouth and stands to remove her shirt.
Before she can reach behind her back to unsnap her bra, I have her in my arms and push her up against the tile wall. She hooks a leg around me, digging her heel into my ass as the rain pours over us. My mouth is on hers, our tongues colliding and dancing together, our moans cancelling out the other. I unclip her bra, the straps sliding down her shoulders and to the floor. In a hurry, I tear open the foil packet and roll the condom on.
I don’t want to waste another second. Sick of the layer of clothing between us, I unbutton Kennedy’s pants and remove them along with her panties. She steps out of them, her mouth finding mine once more as she slips her tongue inside.
I lift her up and hold her against the tile so she can wrap her legs around me, not stopping to break the kiss. There’s so much passion behind each kiss, and for once, this doesn’t feel like just sex to me. My new feelings for her are so foreign yet welcome, every sexy sound and thing she does making me like her more. But she’s so much more than sex, and what we’re doing together is so raw and real, my heart now hers for the taking.
She stares into my eyes, her mouth open wide, as I push inside her wetness. Making my way from her mouth to her neck, I leave a trail of kisses down her skin until I reach her breasts, taking one of them in my hand and the other in my mouth. She trembles beneath me, her breathing labored and sounding like a purr as she moans. I love the noises she makes and the way her body responds to me.
“Tyler,” she screams. “Fuck me harder.”
She’s used to my size now, and I no longer need to take it slow with her. Pumping faster and harder, slamming her back into the tile while using my arms to brace us, I do as I’m told and fuck her. Just the way she likes it.
Kennedy digs her nails into my shoulders, the death grip she has on me somewhat painful, and screams my name, her body writhing beneath me. I come not long after her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her passionately, not wanting this to end.
She threads her arms around my neck and leans her head against the wall and whispers, “Tyler.”
“Uh-huh,” I mutter, still holding her up against the wall and inside of her.
She locks eyes with me. Her facial expressions are unreadable. “Fuck me again. But this time harder.”
With each moment we spend together, she lures me in further. The sex is fucking amazing, and though I know our sexual chemistry has a lot to do with my newfound feelings, I do not want to screw this up.
The corner of my mouth turns up into a wicked grin. “Whatever you say, boss lady.”
Chapter Thirteen
KENNEDY
Over the past few weeks, Tyler and I have grown closer, our relationship turning into something that feels real, or at least to me it does. But the sex…my God the sex is out of this world. Tyler takes me to places I have never been with another man. He does things to my body and my heart that I cannot even describe.
For a change, we had sex in my bedroom and on an actual bed. Most of our sexy times have been impromptu make out sessions that led to fucking on my couch, locker room showers, and even a few public places. I’m not proud of the bathroom at Luciano’s, but hey, when an orgasm calls, you need to answer it.
Tyler holds me tight against his chest, his sweat matting my hair. He’s still trying to catch his breath after fucking me into another dimension.
“That was…” He stops for a second to gather his thoughts and kisses my hair.
“Amazing,” I finish for him with a smile, staring up at him.
He returns my smile, his lips brushing against my forehead, cheek, and neck as he kisses me. “Better than amazing. I’m at a loss for words with you, Ken.”
“I could say the same about you.” Toying with the idea, I decide to make a slight confession. “You know, you are my favorite hockey player.”
“Yeah?” It’s a question, and for some reason, he looks surprised as if liking him on both a personal and professional level is so surreal. “Is that why you knew so much about me the first day we met? I had a few stalkers before. I can’t say I’ve ever liked one as much as you.” He chuckles to himself, and I hit him on the leg, slapping my hand down hard.
“I’m not a stalker, you idiot,” I say, sitting up. Folding one leg over the other, I lock eyes with him and shake my head in disapproval. “It is my job to know things about professional athletes, which means it’s also my job to know information about the captain of our local hockey team. Don’t flatter yourself, Tyler.”