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Chapter 18

Stress Relief

Bex

J amie’s lips run along the waistband of my leggings, leaving a trail of light, open-mouthed kisses.

My mind is completely blank as I keep my eyes locked with his. The blue of his irises is dark and little silver flecks light up when his fingers grab the elastic band and start lowering it down my hips.

“Jamie.” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. My voice sounds frayed but breathy, so I could be begging him to do whatever he’s about to do or to stop. I’m not sure which.

He pulls my panties down with the leggings and I help him by kicking my shoes off. Once he throws my clothes behind his back, I’m suddenly exposed to him.

“Baby,” his breath fans on my naked skin, causing a wave of sensation that spreads everywhere like wildfire. “You’re so pretty.”

I mentally thank Aisha for insisting I get a full Brazilian wax when she went with me to the beauty salon the day before my almost-wedding.

When Kurt removed my clothes, I felt embarrassed by my nudity. Everything that happened that night felt wrong.

The way Jamie is looking at me is different.

I brace myself for the same feeling of shame, but it doesn’t come.

The heat that rises to my face is pure excitement as my heart picks up its pace in sync with the pulse between my legs.

“Jamie.” I repeat when his mouth travels from the inside of my thighs all the way up my slit.

He stops, his mouth hovering over me, his eyes full of concern. “If you want me to stop, just say it, baby. Nothing happens unless you want it to.”

He isn’t pushy like Kurt was, and I believe him. I’ve thought about that night every time I was alone in Luke’s bed since I got here. The only reason why I let my ex-fiancé have me was that I thought I had no other choice. It wasn’t just because we were going to be married the day after. Deep down, I knew that my consent didn’t really matter. Kurt would have taken what he wanted either way.

This is different. I know that it would take one single word to get Jamie to stop. The truth is that I don’t want him to.

“I know.” I whisper.

The corners of Jamie’s lips quirk up in a sexy smile. “Good girl.”

I don’t expect much out of this. Matthew went down on me the few times we had his house or mine to ourselves. But I never could relax enough to come. The truth is that I never could relax enough to come with him, or even the few times I tried by myself.

Once we moved into the Pure Shine house, I realized how every aspect of our lives was being watched. I didn’t trust that there wouldn’t be any concealed cameras in our bedrooms. So touching myself was completely out of the question.

Jamie repeats the action of a few moments ago. He kisses a path from entrance to clit, his mouth light, his breath teasing.

It feels good, better than I could have ever imagined, and I close my eyes.

“Baby.” He speaks without lifting his mouth, his breath creating ripples of sensation on my naked skin. “I want you to look at me.”

I do as I’m told and earn another “good girl” from Jamie’s sexy lips.

I don’t have the chance to think about how good his approval makes me feel, because my boyfriend’s mouth makes contact with the spot that’s pulsing with need.

It’s a light, barely there kiss. His mouth is open, but it’s mostly his lips that touch my skin.

“Oh.” I utter when that simple touch makes me shudder with pleasure.

I can’t exactly see the smile on Jamie’s face, but I can feel it when he places another kiss in the same spot. This time there’s a little more pressure, and I shudder again.

If I thought these soft kisses felt good, nothing could have prepared me for the intense pleasure that takes my breath away when the tip of his tongue touches my clit.

The first flick is brief and light, but when I moan, he presses a little harder.

“Oh God.” I gasp as Jamie licks me a few times.

My clit has now got a pulse of its own. It’s as if the rest of my body has become weightless and disappeared. I’m reduced to that little sensitive bundle of nerves that’s pulsing under Jamie’s skilled tongue.

It feels so good that I doubt I can even remember how to breathe. All my muscles are tensed up to breaking point. I don’t even realize that my fingers are tangles into the silky, longer strands on the top of Jamie’s head.

Just when I think this feels so good that it almost hurts, Jamie stops licking me.

“No, no. Please don’t stop?—”

He barely let me finish begging him when I understand why he stopped. He closes his mouth over my most sensitive spot and sucks on it.

My world explodes.

Intense, searing pleasure radiates from the spot in Jamie’s mouth.

“Oh God, Jamie.”

He keeps working me through my orgasm, easing the pressure only when my body goes limp.

“There you go, baby.” Jamie rises to his feet, wrapping his arms around me to support my weight. “Do you feel more relaxed now?”

He kisses my lips, slowly and softly. He tastes like me and I think I like it.

“I feel so good.” I murmur, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

It’s impossible to resist the urge to continue touching his ripped muscles, hard and warm under the fabric of his t-shirt.

His chiseled muscles aren’t the only thing that’s hard in Jamie’s body, however.

“I feel relaxed,” I smile. “But you’re the one who needs to relieve some stress now.”

His cock is rock hard in his jeans. I palm it gently, eliciting a low moan from Jamie’s delectable lips.

My fingers fly to the button of his jeans. If there’s one thing I’m confident about is my blowjob. Matthew said I gave fantastic head.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I gasp when Jamie covers my hand with his to stop me. “I want to return the favor.”

“Baby,” Jamie’s voice is strained, a little troubled. “I want nothing more than to feel your perfect little mouth wrapped around my cock. It’s just that if we do that, I know I’m gonna want to fuck you.”

I nod. “That was the hope.”

Jamie

If anyone had told me how much self-control I had last week, I would have laughed at them.

Normally, I would have been balls deep inside Bex the second she said she wanted me to fuck her.

God knows that if there was an award for the most quickies in the bathrooms on campus, I would be a shoo-in for first prize.

But something Bex said earlier has been playing in my mind on repeat. “When we were talking to Connor earlier, you said you had sex just once in your life.” I begin. “Is that true?”

She lowers her gaze, clearly embarrassed. “Yeah. It was the night before I ran away.”

Fuck.

Every time Bex talks about that night, my desire to kill Priestly becomes stronger and stronger.

But payback will have to wait; we’ll meet Bridgeport on the ice soon enough, and then that creepy motherfucker will have nowhere to hide.

“Then it’s better if we go home.” I say, ignoring the way my cock is straining against the zipper of my jeans in protest.

Bex looks disappointed. “Oh?”

She’s so fucking cute. “We’ve been in here for a while. Long enough that people will think we hooked up.”

“We should give the people what they want, then.” Bex insists.

“In a normal situation, I’d agree with you, baby.” I force myself to say. “But I’m sure there’s a line of people waiting to use the bathroom outside the door. And if this is your second time ever, I want to take my time with you.”

Her frown turns back into a smile. “Really?”

An unsettling feeling blooms in my chest. That smile? There are very few things I wouldn’t do to see it again.

But I put my unusual thoughts aside and answer Bex’s question. “Absolutely. There are a lot more orgasms where the one you just had come from. Let’s go home and we’ll have all night.”

“Ok.”

I help Bex to retrieve her clothes and get dressed in record time. “Let’s go.” I flick the lock on the door and lace my fingers through hers.

“Jesus, it’s about time.” A girl whines. “I was about to wet myself.”

A collective groan comes from the other women in line outside the bathroom.

Some of them are annoyed, and I don’t blame them. I know hogging the bathroom like that was fucking rude.

A few of them, however, have their phones out and are taking photos or filming me coming out of the women’s bathroom with Bex.

“Let’s go, baby.” I say, ignoring the curious looks that follow us all the way back into the dining hall and out of the building.

The dinner rush isn’t over and the roads on campus are deserted. Good, because that means that I make it back to our condo in record time.

The radio is on with some background music and neither of us talks until we burst through the front door.

Connor’s truck was parked out front, so he’s already home. I’m relieved when we don’t bump into him or Keene and take Bex’s lips in a hot, hungry kiss as I walk her into my bedroom.

The restraint I demonstrated earlier in the bathroom is completely gone now that we’re alone and behind closed doors.

I take in her beautiful face, her hot body covered by my number six jersey.

If I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I want Bex right now, I can’t remember.

“Baby,” I say, grabbing the hem of her jersey. “Do you still want to do this? If you’ve changed your mind?—”

“No.” She cuts me off. “I want this. I want you.”

Thank fuck. If she had said no, I would have self-combusted.

I advance on her as if she was an opponent with the puck. The jersey with my number on it flies on the floor at the same time as Bex’s back hits the mattress of my king-sized bed.

My t-shirt follows shortly after, and so do my jeans and her leggings.

Our mouths stay connected almost the entire time. Kissing Bex is like a drug I didn’t know I was addicted to. She’s my new favorite taste, no matter where my mouth goes on her body.

“Jamie,” she giggles, as I rain ticklish kisses all over her chest, making my way down her stomach to the scrap of lace of her panties. “I thought I would get to return the favor.”

I lower my mouth, nuzzling her through the fabric of her panties. “Hmm.” I tease her. “You will. After I get another taste.”

She pouts. “That’s not fair.”

“Sorry,” I chuckle, removing the offending garment with a practiced move. “But I promise this time, you’ll get your turn.”

I kiss, lick, and suck on her perfect little pussy to my heart's content. Every gasp, every moan, every single time she begs me not to stop, goes straight to my cock; and by the time she comes all over my mouth, I’m so hard I could cut through concrete.

“Jamie, too much.” She squirms away from my mouth when I keep toying with her sensitive clit, and I eventually relent.

When she grabs the elastic band of my boxer briefs, I let her slide them down my hips.

The look in her eyes when my cock springs free is fucking priceless.

“Like what you see?” I smile. I know I have a big cock, but I still enjoy the look of surprise on her gorgeous face.

I watch her throat work as she swallows, licking her bottom lip as she stares at me.

“I haven’t gotten a lot of experience with naked men, but you’re so big.”

Ha. I had no doubt that Priestly had a tiny dick. It’s obvious in the way he acts and carries himself on and off the ice.

But Bex’s asshole ex is the least of my worries right now.

“Fuck.” I close my eyes when she wraps her fingers around the base of my cock.

She stares at it, biting on her bottom lip. “I don’t know how all of this will fit into my mouth. Let alone inside me.”

I trace her jaw with my fingers. “I promise you it will fit. But you can just lick me a little if you’re worried about your gag reflex.”

Her tongue darts out to trace the slit on the head of my cock. Pleasure shoots from base to tip and I groan.

“Just don’t laugh if I gag, ok?” she says, wrapping her soft lips around my tip and sucking gently.

There’s nothing to laugh about. Bex’s mouth is sleek, hot even.

“See?” I grunt when she gets bolder and bolder and takes me all the way into the back of her throat. “We’re a perfect fit.”

She nods, bobbing her head and sucking harder. Her tongue massages the underside of my shaft every time she comes up to swirl sloppily around the sensitive area at the base of my crown.

Ok. This is too fucking good. If she doesn’t stop, I’ll need a few minutes before I can go again, and it seems like all my patience has run out for tonight.

“Baby,” I groan, pulling her away from my cock as gently as I possibly can. “We can continue this later. I’m dying to be inside you.”

She lays down against my pillows, watching with interest as I find a condom in the top drawer of my nightstand and quickly roll it on.

“Just tell me if I hurt you, and we’ll change the angle, ok?”

She nods, her eyes wide and her plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

I lean down to kiss her, settling between her thighs and lowering my body over hers. I take care not to crush her with my weight, placing my hands on either side of her head on the pillow.

Her eyes close, but the second the blunt tip of my sheathed cock bumps against her sleek entrance, she tenses up.

Tears slide down her cheeks as she holds onto my forearms, her nails digging into my skin.

I feel her heart beating wildly against my chest, and I stop. “Bex, baby.” I dry her tears with the pads of my thumbs. “What’s wrong?”

More tears fall when she opens her eyes. “I don’t know.” Her voice is trembling, full of panic.

“We don’t have to do this.” I move to get off of her, but her nails dig even deeper into my arms.

“I want to do it. I want you, Jamie.”

I’m confused. “I can’t, baby. Not if you’re crying and you look terrified.”

Bex takes a couple of deep, shuddering breaths. “I think it’s the way you were on top of me. It reminded me of the other night… with him.”

Jesus, fuck. “Then we really shouldn’t do it. Look, I can go down on you again and?—”

“You don’t understand, Jamie.” She cuts me off. “He’s the only man I’ve been with that way. I was so stupid to say yes to him, even though I didn’t love him. I didn’t even like him.”

My next words cost me a lot, but I would be as bad as Priestly if I put what I want before what’s best for Bex. “Maybe then you should wait until you fall for someone.”

“No. I like you. I trust that you would never hurt me like he did. I want it to be you. Please.”

I want Bex so fucking much. But I can’t bring myself to touch her if she’s crying in fear. “Baby,” I murmur, my heart heavy. “Maybe we should just sleep. Talk about this tomorrow morning.”

She shakes her head. “Please, Jamie. I want to replace the memory of him with you. I want you. I’ll just have to remember that it’s your weight on top of me and not his. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I trust you.”

Fuck.

I don’t want to disappoint her. She’s saying she wants this, but I can’t have sex with someone who’s terrified and crying.

Maybe, though, we’ve been doing this the wrong way. “Bex,” I cup her jaw, trying to soothe her. “That night, was he on top of you?”

She nods, her breath still shaky.

“You keep talking about feeling his weight on top of you. What if I’m not on top of you? If you’re on top, you’ll be in complete control, too. So if something feels off, you can stop at any time.”

Bex considers my words for a second. “Yeah. I want to try.”

When I flip us over, she lets out a little surprised shriek, then she giggles. Her eyes are still red and puffy, but she’s no longer crying.

Fuck. She’s beautiful like this. She's straddling me, her tits bouncing as she’s still laughing.

My cock had deflated when I had realized how scared she was. But now he comes back to life from the hot view this position offers.

“Can I touch you?” I ask, because I want to make sure she’s one hundred percent comfortable, or this isn’t happening.

Bex grabs my hands in response and places them over her tits.

She arches her back into my touch when I tease her nipples until they’re two small, hard points.

I follow the cinch of her waist and the flare of her hips with my hands, skimming over her lower stomach and tracing the smooth skin of her slit. “I love how wet you are for me, baby.” She arches, thrusts her hips, seeking more contact with my fingers. “I’m ready when you are, but just take your time, ok?” I punctuate that question by fisting the base of my cock and rubbing my hard shaft all over her slit, making sure I rub against her clit.

“I’m ready too.” She pants.

The fear of a few moments ago is now replaced by lust, and this feels right again. We feel right.

I hold the base of my erection as Bex lifts her hips and begins lowering herself onto me.

The view of my cock disappearing inside her tight, pink pussy is out of this world; but my eyes keep flitting back between the place where we’re joined and her face. Her eyes widen with every inch she takes, but there’s no sign of tears. Thank fuck.

“You’re so big, Jamie.” She gasps once she’s impaled herself to the hilt.

“Are you ok? Does it hurt?” my voice is strained, as I fight the urge to move until I know that she’s good.

When she nods, her tits bounce with the movement. “I’m ok. I just feel very… full.”

Full of me.

I like the idea more than I have any business to. If this fake relationship hadn’t benefited us both, I doubt we’d be here right now.

The idea of what I would be doing—or more accurately, who I would be doing—if I didn’t have a “girlfriend” is strangely unappealing.

I don’t try to overthink it, though. It’s probably just because Bex is hot as fuck, funny and can throw a mean dart.

“When you’re ready,” I tell her. “Try to move, see what feels good.”

She nods, thrusting her hips in a slow, sensuous circle in response.

Jesus Christ.

My cock pulses in response and I clench my teeth as I feel myself getting harder with every small movement of Bex’s hips.

She soon gets into a slow, steady rhythm. Her palms are flat against my chest and I can’t take my eyes off of her as she thrusts and grinds. Her pussy feels so tight, wet and silky that I realize I’m dangerously close to blowing my load.

Thankfully, Bex is moving faster, clenching her inner muscles around me in a way that makes me see stars while she’s chasing her own high.

The pad of my thumb finds her clit and I press into her, just as the warm tingles at the base of my spine explode. I still at the same time as Bex does. Pleasure ripples through me as my cock pulses, spilling my release into the condom.

A thought crosses my mind when Bex collapses onto my chest, and we catch our breath in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

One day. One day, I’m going to fill Bex this way. I’m going to feel the tight, silky skin of her pussy around me without any barrier.

But right now, I’m just glad that Bex looks totally relaxed and blissed-out. No fear, not one tear in sight.

“You good, baby?” I murmur as she plays with one of my nipples, flicking at it with the tip of her tongue.

“Better than good.” She lifts her head to look me in the eye, a small smile curving the sides of her luscious lips. “This is how it should have been. When I’m gonna think about my first time, I’ll think of tonight from now on. Thank you, Jamie.”

I trap her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look at me. “Good. What happened before tonight doesn’t count.”

As those words leave my mouth, a strange feeling takes hold of me.

Mine.

Bex moves to get out of bed, but I tighten my arms around her. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

She shakes her head. “No. I’m tired. I was gonna go to bed.”

“Stay. If you want.”

“Are you sure?”

I shift so I can tuck her into my side, her head on my shoulder. “I’m sure. Sleep with me tonight. Sleep with your boyfriend.”

I don’t tell her that this is the first time I have shared my bed with someone. I’ve never even taken a girl to my room before. I guess there’s a first time for everything.