Page 15 of Catch Me

She’s clawing at my back when I enter her wet heaven, biting down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from coming instantly.

“Nick, I—” she stumbles over her words, biting down hard on the thumb I slip into her mouth.

“I know baby, I know.” I coo against the soft skin of her neck, kissing a path up towards her earlobe and sucking on it. “Breathe, you can take it.”

I plough into her, finally letting myself go, giving her everything I have and more. I spill inside her, clinging her to me, our bodies sweaty and sticking to each other. I groan, panting into the crook of her neck and staying buried deep inside the heaven that is her tight pussy. I don’t want to let her go though so I pull out slowly, gently and lay down beside her, pulling her into the crevice of my side.

She sighs lightly with contentment. “That was amazing.”

I stuff my grin into her bouncy curls. “It was that, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

She peers up at me, caramel eyes bright with awe. “No, you didn’t, don’t worry.”

I drop a fleeting kiss to her lips and she sighs again, this time into my mouth when I try to deepen the kiss into somethingmore. My heart is still galloping but I know I could go for round two already. I don’t feel like I'm finished with her yet, not by a long shot. And who knows if she’ll have sex with me again after tonight, when the blur of alcohol has left her brain and she’s back to thinking clearly. She’ll think back to this night and regret everything, she’ll probably be ashamed and pretend to everyone that nothing happened between us. I know I can’t do that though, not now I’ve tasted her, not now I’ve seen what I could have all the time. I need it again, I need her.

Before I found Lois Taylor in my bedroom unexpectedly tonight I was on a bit of a path of self destruction. I lay up here on my bed thinking about my mum’s words, about calling my dad or going to visit him before his release. I’ve been convincing and then unconvincing myself about what the fuck to do about him. I want to protect my little sisters first and foremost, but I also want to move on from that time in my life. I’ve been tied down by the rage and resentment that’s continued to build over the years that he’s been in prison and I want to let it go. I want to be free of all of it, of him mainly but there’s something holding me prisoner. Tonight was the night I really spiralled, which I haven’t in a while. The first thing I did was add another hole to my bedroom wall to match the others that are now covered with random shitty hockey pictures. But the dark thoughts continued dragging me down, deeper and deeper into the pit of woe and self pity. But then Lois came out of my bathroom and span me on my axis. She pulled me out of the well and helped me to my feet, injecting my heart with a shot of possibility. She showed me what I could have and my god, do I want it. She showed me that I do have something to be grateful for in this shitty world.

She gave me a chance tonight.

She saved me.

The men's hockey locker room is somewhere no woman should ever venture. There’s no other way to describe the smell of used hockey gear other than sweat personified and I should know, I practically live in the stuff. Fortunately for Lois — or maybe unfortunately depending on which way you look at it — she didn’t need to step foot in the men’s locker room this morning to be woken with said smell. I’m gathering day old sweat soaked hockey jerseys from my bedroom floor when she opens one eye. Her nose crumples into a little nugget of disgust when she inhales the smell, which I don’t blame her for one bit. I wear this stuff almost daily and I'm still not immune to the thick, heavy scent.

“Sorry, I was trying to get rid of these before you woke up.” I say, running a rough palm down my face, stopping to scratch my ever growing stubble.

Her face forms a perfect, dimpled, sleepy smile. “It’s ok, I grew up being assaulted by that smell every Saturday when Sean would come home from a hockey game.”

I drop the clothes back onto my bedroom floor and clamber on top of her, burying my face into the warmth of her sweet smelling neck. “I can’t believe you’re waking up in my bed, this is kind of weird.”

“Good weird? Or you want me to do the walk of shame asap weird?”

“Definitely good weird,” I smirk, dropping a wet kiss to her parted lips and shuffling down between her thighs. “Very good weird.” I coo, sinking my fingers into her ass cheeks and licking a slow path up her pussy. She must have sensed what was coming before I even moved down here because she’s already soaked, waiting for me.

“Wanna come all over my face before we both have to go to training?” I say, sweeping a hot tongue up her wet mess again.

She blows out a hard breath, front teeth deep in her bottom lip. “Is that even a question?”

I bark a laugh. “Your wish is my command Your Majesty.” I swipe my tongue slowly up her hot pussy, taking an extra moment to circle the clit that bags for friction. She pushes against my face, suffocating me in her warm, wet heaven before she does as I ask and gives me every single bit of her. Her taste is everywhere, all over my tongue, my lips. I swipe the back of my hand across the moisture on my chin and get to my feet, grinning with a mixture of cockiness and pride.

“What’s that arrogant grin for?” She breathes, still catching her breath.

My face cracks open wider. “No one can get you off like I can.”

Lois sits up, propping both elbows behind her. “Oh really? And you know that how?”

“I just know, trust me I can read women very well.”

“And what does your crystal ball tell you about me? Because mine is pinging with new information about you right now.” She stands, padding barefoot towards me, the only thing covering her naked body being a very thinly worn out t-shirt of mine.

“Well, I know last night was the best sex you ever had and that you can’t wait to let me break you with my dick again.” I smile and her eyes roll dramatically. “So, what does your crystal ball say about me?”

She ponders for a moment, then plants two hands against my bare chest. “It says you like me, a lot.”

“Likeyou?” I gawk, shaking my head as I gently place my hands on the creamy skin of her tiny waist. “You fucking consume me Lois, you’ve consumed me since the second we kissed. I don’t know why, but you’ve been all I’ve been able to think about since last weekend.”

Her eyes fall from mine and I watch the wall of insecurity rise up between us, blocking me from getting to her fully. She’s stilldoubting herself, even after last night, even after I just told her I'm totally and utterly consumed with her after one night together.

This girl is fucking insane.

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