Page 16 of That One Night

“And you’re clean?” she says with a raised brow.

“As a whistle,” I reply, raising two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

She laughs, the sound soft and musical. Lifting that hand with the little star tattoos, she brushes my hair back on my brow. She keeps doing that. She keeps touching my hair, and I fucking love it. I don’t typically let the bunnies get up close and personal like this. We often don’t even leave the bar or the stadium or wherever I pick them up. I don’t like kissing them either. Their lips always feel sticky from that gloss chicks wear.

Not Mystery Girl. Her lips are buttery smooth. She has me all twisted up in knots. I’ve kissed her more tonight already than I’ve kissed anyone in years. I want to lean into her every touch like a dog. I want to curl up in her lap, my face buried in that sweet pussy, and I never wanna leave.

“I’ll wait for you to get condoms,” she murmurs, brushing kisses across my chest.

Fuck, her lips feel so good, soft and seeking.

“I’ll happily wait. I promise, I’ll let you back in,” she adds, grinning up at me. “I’m not done with you yet, Mystery Boy.”

I groan with my whole chest. This girl has been a surprise from the moment I walked into that bar. She’s asking, and I’m saying yes. I’m sayinghellyes. I swear to god, if this was Vegas, I’d be calling up room service for a box of condoms, some Gatorade, and an Elvis minister. That’s how fucking nuts I feel over this girl right now.

She looks up at me with those dark eyes. Her black eye makeup is smudged a bit, making her look hazy, like a polaroid filter. She’s got a dusting of soft freckles over her cheeks and nose. My gaze settles on that fuckhot septum ring. It’s small, two thin bands of twisted gold. Is it crazy that I want to touch it?

Behind her, framed by the double wall of windows, a flash of lightning splits the sky. It cracks above the Seattle skyline, racing from left to right, branching and spiking.

She jumps with fright, spinning around. Her back presses in against me and I wrap my arms around her shoulders, holding her close. Our naked skin is warm, and she fits perfectly pressed in close against my ribs. My dick is nestled at the small of her back. It’ll take nothing to get me hard again. I’m already halfway there, and all I’m doing is holding her.

I nuzzle my face against her hair and breathe her in. It smells different from her perfume. There’s a faint note of mint. We stand naked together and watch as the heavens open and rain starts pouring down over the city. Thunder rumbles so loud, I feel it in my chest.

“I’ve always loved storms,” she murmurs, her hands resting on my forearms. “The complexity, the power. Its nature showing herself to us. We dare to cage her in, but storms are her way of showing us the truth. She is limitless.”

Fuck, the way she strings words together…I could listen to her talk all night. But right now, I want something more. I need to connect with her. I need to feel our hearts beating as one again.

I move slowly, keeping her pressed to me as I loosen my grip, my hands smoothing over her chest, my thumbs grazing her collarbones. She lets out a soft sound low in her throat that has my dick hardening at her back. My hands graze lower to cup her breasts. They’re heavy and warm, her nipples peaked with arousal.

She presses her hips into me, and we watch the storm as I explore, teasing her nipples and massaging her. She arches her back, her hips locked against me, her head on my chest. She tips her head back, looking up at me with those sultry dark eyes, lips parted. The unspoken question is written all over her face. She wants more.

I gaze back, holding eye contact as I let my left hand slide down, smoothing over the curve of her hip, before I’m delving between her legs. My pointer and ring finger part her pussy lips, letting my middle finger slide along her slit, gently circling her clit.

She hums her appreciation, her eyes hooding with lust. I play, feeling how wet she is for me. I slide against her with two fingers, my other hand still holding her breast. She takes her hands and places them on mine, one between her legs, one on her perfect tit. She shadows my movements, totally along for the ride. Slowly, she changes her grip on my right hand, dragging it off her breast, up and up. I let her lead until my palm wraps around her throat, my fingers brushing her pulse point. She gives my hand a little squeeze, then shivers with need.

Oh god, I am dead for this girl. There’s no way I’m stopping now. An earthquake could hit, and I’d fuck her in the rubble.

I shove two fingers inside her, loving the sound of her gasp. She’s moving her hips with my hand, riding me. I let that hand at her throat squeeze, and she catches her breath, sharp and sweet. With a groan, I drop my mouth to her ear, biting the lobe. “You like that, baby girl? My hand on your throat, my fingers in your cunt…I’m gonna claim you, make you mine.”

She whimpers, her body melting against me. I give her clit a little friction with my palm and her tight pussy clenches around my fingers.

I kiss her neck, nipping her ear again. “I’ve never fucked a girl bare before. Never in my life.”

“Oh god,” she pleads, squirming on my hand. She’s right fucking there. I’m not taking her pussy until I feel her shatter again.

“Only you,” I tell her, the words shredding my own heart, making it bleed. “There is only you.”

“Fuck,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop.Please—”

Stop? I can’t fucking stop. I’m about to give hereverything. Every piece of me. I’m going to come inside a girl’s cunt for the first time in my life. Fuck, I’m already right there. I’ve got cum leaking from my tip. I’m so ready to feel her clenching around my dick the way she’s clenching my fingers. I don’t know how I’ll survive more than a few quick pumps.

God, I need this to last. Need her to want me. Not Jake Compton, starting NHL defenseman. Not Jake Compton the playboy, the millionaire. I need her to wantme. Just me.

“Oh—oh—”

Her moans pull me back to myself. I squeeze her neck, loving the way she’s riding my hand, using her own to help me give her just the pressure she craves.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I growl in her ear. “Ride my hand like you own it. As soon as you shatter, I’m taking you to that bed and filling you up with my dick.”

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