Honestly, I wasn’t into it either—where I bought someone I was dating something expensive. I did it, I guess, as sort of a thank you, and it was something they’d wanted. I did it knowing exactly what it meant to them. The women I date—and that most professional athletes date—are in it for the lavish lifestyle I can provide with even grander hopes it could be a permanent thing one day.
It’s just the way it is.
“So what does this fashion magazine kind of girl do for a living?” I ask her, getting settled into the type of conversation that I hope will spark enough of a connection that I’ll be fucking her later.
Her smile is neither coy nor flirty, but as direct as her gaze. “I do event planning. What about you?”
“Sounds exciting,” I say, having no goddamn clue what that even means.
She shrugs. “That remains to be seen. I just relocated out here.”
Funny. So did I.
Now would be a good time for me to wow and amaze this woman with the fact that I’m a professional hockey player, and I just moved here to join the newly franchised team, the Arizona Vengeance. And you know, if it puts her in my bed all the more quicker, so fucking be it.
I shoot a quick glance down the bar where I’d left Dax, my teammate who joined me here in Phoenix direct from our positions with the New York Vipers. The Vengeance is the first team that’s been added to the league in eighteen years and I’m not overly thrilled to be here. The Vipers are poised this year to give the Carolina Cold Fury a solid run for their money for the championship and to now suddenly be moved out west to an expansion team has not made me happy. It’s why a night fucking my brains out with this gorgeous creature would be a great way to end my summer vacation before training camp starts tomorrow.
Dax is talking to a woman—leaning intimately close—and I’m guessing he’s going to be getting lucky tonight. My eyes come back to Brooke, and I decide to leverage my star status to move things along. If my gut is right about this sexy as fuck lady, it’s going to be a long night.
Before I can even tell her about how I’m a hot as shit right winger, she leans into me and places a hand on my thigh. “Bishop?”
I swallow hard, frozen by the softly suggestive tone in her voice and because her eyes seem to glow golden as she stares at me. “Yeah?”
“I’m going to be honest,” she murmurs from way down deep in her throat. “I came out tonight looking to have some fun. I’m homesick and out of sorts, and don’t know anyone around here other than a co-worker who I met today and who stood me up. I’ve had three of these daiquiris and I’m feeling frisky. Do you have any interest in getting out of here?”
Jesus fucking Christ. I just scored the jackpot of all jackpots. The absolute most gorgeous, hottest woman in this place tonight and I didn’t even put forth an ounce of effort other than to remember The Count of Monte Cristo. My eyes cut to her drink glass. “Three of those?”
“I’m not drunk,” she says as she starts to pull her hand away.
My hand clamps down onto hers, holding it tight to my thigh. My muscles leap under her touch. “Didn’t say you were, and I figure I’ll know soon enough when you get off that stool and start to walk. Just want to make sure you don’t wake up with regrets.”
She appears to be fine. Her speech is clear and our conversation was quick and natural. Some women would be blitzed on three drinks. Others would be fine.
“I never have regrets,” she tells me while lifting her chin.
I stare at her a moment, gauging the truth in her words and the way she holds my gaze without blinking. There is nothing I want more in this moment than to go home with this woman and make her come over and over again.
But more than that…for some reason…I just don’t want her to regret it.
Finally, I give her hand a short squeeze as I stand up from my stool. I help her alight from hers. “Let’s get out of here. Just need to let my buddy know I’m leaving and then I’m all yours for the rest of the night.”
“Perfect,” she says flashing me a blinding grin in return. Christ…those teeth are as perfect as the rest of her. Can’t wait to feel them scrape down my cock because I sure as hell plan on using my teeth on her.
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Biting down on my lower lip—hoping the pain will stop me from coming—I grab hold of Brooke’s hips and try to slow her motion as she rides me.
I have to admit, I was genuinely confused as to what type of lover Brooke would be. She propositioned me in the bar and didn’t bat an eye when I suggested her place rather than mine since Dax is my roommate and he called “dibs” on our apartment when I told him I was leaving.
But in my car, she shyly told me that she didn’t have any condoms and we’d have to make a stop. I wasn’t chagrined when I told her I was covered because what self respecting single dude doesn’t go out prepared?
Turns out, her boldness in seeking out a one night stand didn’t strictly translate into the bedroom. She was borderline timid at first when we first started making out but by the time we were naked, she was grinding down onto my fingers as she came for the first time. Brooke fucking yanked hard on my hair as she groaned out a primal release, and demanded, “I want that again.”
So, I attacked her clit, this time with my mouth while my fingers worked at her slippery pussy. She fucking tasted amazing and the sounds I produced out of her were even better.
Before I could get her off a second time, she pushed me away and demanded I get on my back. Within moments she had my cock sheathed with a condom and was riding me hard.
And as much as I know it’s going to feel spectacular when I blow my load, I don’t want it coming—no pun intended—from her efforts.
Not this time, anyway.
I want to be the one to make her come a second time, and the way she’s bouncing on my dick with her fingers furiously rubbing herself between her legs—while hot as fuck—takes away my power and control.
The muscles in my arms, chest and back contract hard as I lift her off me. I ignore her hollow cry of surprise—followed by a whine I took that orgasm away from her—and flip her onto her stomach. My hand dives between her legs and I give her two fingers.
Christ…she’s so fucking wet and responsive.
Moving into place and covering her from behind, I pull her up to her hands and knees before thrusting back inside of her. Brooke screams at the invasion, my cock burrowing in deep as fuck. She arches her back deep, tossing her head back and that soft hair that I’ve been itching to fist, floats across her back.
She moves slightly and one shoulder drops. Brooke gasps and I lean slightly to the left, not for once forsaking the pounding I’m giving her.
“Uh-uh-uh,” I gently chastise her before giving her a sharp slap to her ass. “Get your fingers away from that sweet clit.”
She groans and drops her hand so it flattens out on the mattress. Her immediate submission to my demand causes my balls to tighten and I wonder what else I can get away with. Bringing my hands to her hips, I start riding her rough. She throws an arm out, palm now splayed on her headboard as she braces against me.
“I’m so close,” she pants.
“Give it to me, Brooke,” I mutter as I lean over her, bringing a hand to her headboard. I grip it tight and use the leverage to throw myself into her. Sweat drips down my temple, lands on a perfect ass cheek still red with my handprint.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Oh, God.”
Crazed with the need to come, my balls feeling like they’re boiling, I bite down on my lip again to hold off. Got to get her there first.
“Come on baby,” I urge her, resisting the call of her clit. I could give it a slight pinch to get her to shatter, but I’ve never been about the easy way.
“Bishop,” she groans as I pound into her so fast my balls start to hurt from the motion. ??
?Bishop.”
I use my thumbs to pull Brooke’s ass cheeks apart. I watch my cock hammering in and out of her, and I decide to give her something else to scream about.
My finger is still wet from her juices, so I press my index finger to the sweet rim of her ass. Brooke sucks in air and lets out a keening cry as I push my finger in deep.
She fucking explodes, both her pussy and her ass rippling and contracting all around me.
My balls unleash. I come so hard, my eyes roll into the back of my head. I pull my cock out, shove it back in hard and curl my finger. “F-u-u-u-u-c-k.”
Sweet, motherfucking waves of pleasure rage through my body, so powerful I feel dizzy.
I have a goddamn full body orgasm that seems to rip me apart.
Brooke continues to moan, rotating her hips as her orgasm seems to go on and on and on.
“Jesus,” I groan in both repletion and stunned surprise over whatever the fuck that just was. Her body starts to sag under mine, and I let my weight come down onto her slowly. I leave my cock tucked in place but gently slide my finger out of her, rolling us both to our sides. My arms wrap around her stomach and we lay in silence as we start to come back down to earth.
That was fucking incredible.
The night’s not over yet but it’s going to go down as the best one night stand I’ve ever had in my life and I seriously doubt it can be topped.
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