Page 96 of The Import Slot
I’m in my pyjamas already. I climb into bed as Ryan closes my door and undresses, draping his clothes neatly over my desk chair in the corner.
“You’ve got too many clothes on, babe,” he says, climbing into bed next to me. He pulls me into a kiss, only letting me break away to pull my top off; his hands cupping my tits through my bra.
Within a split second, I’m naked from the waist up as my bra flies across the room, and he’s quick to get the rest of my clothes off.
He lies down on his back, pulling me over him and grabbing my hips, a swift moment bringing me toward his upper body as he scoots down. His tongue finds my pussy, and my body responds to his touch, causing me to gasp.
It’s intense; I’ve felt nothing like it before.
His tongue flicks at my clit before he sucks on it. The change in pressure is incredible and I can’t help by cry out, probably waking Vicky up.
My mind empties, and I’m lost. Whatever he’s doing with his tongue drives me over the edge. I’m clutching onto the headboard for safety as I climax.
My body trembles, and he adjusts beneath me, sitting up against the headboard. It’s awkward, and he fumbles, but my head is spinning. He could do anything right now, and I’d let him.
He grips my waist and re-positions himself again, slowly bringing me down onto him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathes, and I can feel it too. He’s kissing my nipples, and as we find a rhythm, his hands reach down, grabbing my ass, and I gasp as his finger creeps around and presses into my asshole.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
It feels good, and I moan in approval, telling him not to stop.
I lean down and kiss him while I rock back and forth, and he picks up the pace. It’s not long until I can feel him tensing beneath me, giving two long pumps as he groans into my mouth. He kisses me a moment longer before rolling me down onto the mattress.
“Stay there,” he says, going into the bathroom. I can hear the tap running, and a moment passes before he returns with a washcloth. “That’s hot, Jen. Seeing my come running out of you.”
He kisses me again and hands me the washcloth.
Next thing I know, we’re rolling around on the bed, giggling like teenagers. I pull myself away, put some underwear on, and then get back into bed. No matter how much he tries to convince me, I can’t sleep completely naked.
“Tell me about your night out,” I say. Ryan’s arms are around my shoulders. He holds me tight into his chest, his skin warm, and his scent fills my nose.
“Danny isn’t going to feel good tomorrow,” he says with a laugh. It’s standard now that Danny’s hangovers stick around for two days, so he will probably still suffer during the game on Saturday.
Then he mentions Bettsy’s DM conversation.
“I couldn’t find much online, but I’ll keep looking,” I add.
“Ffordey thinks it’s Rodgers.”
He’s got his eyes closed now, and I watch his chest rise and fall steadily.
“There was a bit of a scrap in the club,” he says. “Some girls were hanging about, and Bettsy and Hutch were going to buy them some drinks. Turns out they were friends of that Rochelle, who also turned up. She tried to come on to a few of us, and then someone’s boyfriend rocked up, and there was a bit of shoving. Nothing major, though. Johnny made sure of it. I’m just glad Matt Rodgers didn’t show.”
“I’m not surprised. Look at you.” I give him a playful shove.
“Yeah, but they don’t see me. They see a payday. It’s happened for years, babe, and it’ll still happen. You know I’ve never had a girlfriend before, right?” he says, adjusting himself so he can look at me.
“Vicky may have mentioned it,” I say.
“If I quit hockey tomorrow, would you still want to be with me?” I can’t believe he asks that.
“Of course, I would. I just want to see you doing something you enjoy.”
“I know you would. Because you see me, not what I do. There’s a way you look at me, which I’ve never seen from anyone before.”
“Well, the way I see it, hockey was just a mechanism for us to meet.”
