Page 69 of Goalie Secrets
I stop abruptly when I realize how loud and lewd I sound. My voice echoes in the room and my legs are in the air. I’m so close…
“Like this?” he asks before delving deeper with his tongue.
My brain blanks but I manage a weak. “Muh-uh.”
“Or like this?” Jeremy shifts his attention to my clit. Grazing it lightly with his teeth before wrapping his mouth on it to apply soothing pressure.
“Please stop teasing me.”
“Then tell me how much you like it, Vanya. Don’t stop yourself. I love hearing you scream for me.”
So, I let go of self-consciousness. As he moves over my eager sex, tongue deep and lips in constant, sensual motion, I praise him and scream his name. I beg and groan. The words of a woman in ecstasy echo in the room. The more I offer him in words, the more he gives me till I’mthere.
A tsunami of bliss washes over me from head to toe. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me. Jeremy feels it as he sucks my clit, insistently at first and then more gently. I look down to catch his hungry eyes while his head is between my thighs. The sight prolongs my orgasm, wringing me of all thought and will. I am putty in his hands.
Hands that are lifting me to my feet. Loose limbed and satisfied, I’m easy to maneuver down the hallway.
“Take it all off, beautiful,” he rasps when we enter his bedroom. I slip off my sweater dress. Jeremy pulls down his sweatpants but pauses when he sees my bra.
“That’s the same one from the boudoir picture.”
“It is.”
He gets rid of all his clothes then steps closer to cup each breast from the side. He plumps them higher and releases a primal growl. My nipples strain. Jeremy’s thumbs offer teasing circles over the lace. His ravenous stare never leaves my body.
“Whatever I did to deserve to see it this time, I promise I’ll do it a hundred times.”
Then, he dives into my cleavage to worship my breasts. Licking with his tongue, caressing with his hands, nuzzling his nose. My body has never received this much attention. He takes his time like he could spend the entire night kissing my breasts. But I’m impatient, so I tug his hand and gesture to the bed.
We continue kissing while stumbling on top of the bed. Our bodies meld together, his rounded muscles rippling under myfingertips. My center pulses with the need to be filled. Notched at my entrance, he looks down at me. His expression is a combination of tenderness and determination while he enters one glorious inch at a time, letting my body adjust to what is now a steel rod between us.
“You’re so hard,” I moan.
“All the time. Around you, I’m hard all the fucking time,” he says before plunging in.
We rock into each other. Jeremy fills me completely as he grinds our hips together. There’s a steady rhythm at first, leading us to the edge. We clamor for each other when the fall to ecstasy becomes inevitable.
“Yes!” I scream. “Jeremy, yes! I’m coming,” I gasp.
His cock gets impossibly harder just before he screams my name, too. We climax together in perfect synchrony.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced and yet, somehow, what I always knew I wanted from a lover. A person who accepts me as I am, who eases the grip of self-consciousness, who I can trust when I’m at my most vulnerable.
“That was incredible,” I slur into his ear as he continues to nuzzle in my hair.
“You’reincredible.” His answer is muffled and a bit slurred as well. It turns out, sexual satisfaction is intoxicating for both of us.
I hold him closer and take my fill of Jeremy Lopez for tonight. His affection, his strength, his passion feed my body’s desires and nourish my heart’s unspoken wishes. Although our arrangement is as risky as it is temporary, there’s no doubt in my mind I would do it again.
January is blur of hockey, Vanya, hockey, Vanya, hockey, Vanya, Vanya, Vanya. My teammates are starting to notice.
“You haven’t hung out with us in ages. It’s Connor’s birthday so we’re all making him pay for dinner at Borderlands. You’re coming right?” Sean asks. I’m wiping my sweat off before lying on a medical table for a post-practice stretch.
This is the first night in weeks that we’re in town and have no game. Which means I can see Vanya for dinner at home instead of a late visit in her warm bed.
“I’ll catch you guys next time,” I answer.
“What is up with you?” Randi asks. “The only reason to pass on a free dinner is if you’ve got better company.”