Page 29 of Playoff (Toronto Blaze #4)

Secrets get out

Alek

The thought of having Jess’s mouth on me made my cock twitch, but we weren’t doing this in the hallway, with a fucking tray of boots beside her.

I pulled her up and to my room before I realized she was also wearing boots. Still, now that we were here, we weren’t leaving. Not for a long time yet.

“You’re a little overdressed.”

“I told Justin I was going out.” Her mouth pinched with guilt. “One last time, we do whatever we’ve missed so far, and that’s it, right?”

I nodded. I pushed her coat off her shoulders and draped it over the lone chair I had in my room. She leaned over to pull off her boots, but I knelt down to grab them first.

“Thanks.” She lifted her foot and I removed the boot, taking time to trace my fingers over her arch. I tossed the boot toward the chair and she lifted her other foot.

I looked up at her. “So, if this is the last time, is there anything sexy on under there?” I tried for teasing, but my voice came out rough.

She spread her hands. “There’s one way to find out.”

I stood up, grabbed her waist and lifted her to the bed. “I’m on it.”

I didn’t try to show off by tugging her zipper with my teeth again. I used my hands, undoing her jeans and sliding them down to see red lace.

My cock got fully hard. The lace was almost sheer, and I could see her, smell her arousal. I threw her jeans across the room and pulled her up by her hands so I could get her T-shirt off. Underneath was more red lace—a demi bra barely keeping her boobs from spilling over.

I sat back on my heels to admire her.

She cocked her head. “I have some things I want to do.”

“Like what?” I lifted my gaze from the red lace to her face.

“Like this.” She shoved me off-balance and I fell back.

Before I could regroup, her hands were on the waistband of my sweats and shoving them down. My cock, rock hard, popped out and slapped against my stomach.

“There,” she said, brushing a hand over it. “My turn to drive you crazy.” She finished removing my sweatpants and wiggled herself between my legs.

I stuffed a pillow behind my head so I could watch her. The panties were a thong, exposing smooth, creamy ass cheeks, and I wanted my hands on them. I looked down at my cock, where she was crouched between my legs, her tits almost spilling out of the bra cups, and I wanted my mouth on those.

But then her hand was back on me, her mouth took me deep, and my brain fried.

I’d had women take me deeper. Deep throat and swallow around my cock. I’d seen bigger breasts and rounder asses. But Jess was something different.

Part of it was her expression. The way she pulled off and kissed my thighs and nuzzled my balls. The way she watched for my reaction, then smiled and did the things that drove me the craziest again.

It was also the care. This blow job wasn’t about impressing me, it was taking care of me, in a way I wasn’t familiar with. I’d never been with someone who knew me as well as Jess had learned to so quickly, and she was damned affectionate.

It was going to ruin me, in the best way.

When I got too close, too fast, I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her gently off. She blinked up at me, licking her lips.

Fuck.

“Up here,” I growled. She climbed up my body, dropping kisses as she went. They burned like brands. I brought her to my mouth, needing to please her, thank her, claim her.

She sat back. Her chest was heaving, so I tugged on one bra cup and her tit popped out. I tugged her forward and sucked it into my mouth. I licked around the hard nipple, gently bit until she was squirming on top of me.

I paused, ready to do the same to the other side, but she put a hand on my mouth.

“Wait.” Sprawled over me, she reached for the bedside drawer and grabbed a condom.

“Figured you’d have some nearby. And now, I still have things to do,” she said before lifting up and sliding back till my cock was rigid in front of her.

She ripped the packet open and gently sheathed me. I shivered and waited for her next move.

She knee-walked forward, till my cock was right there, under her pussy. She grabbed my erection with one hand, and the slip of fabric from her thong that led to her ass with the other. She tugged it aside and sank down on me.

I shuddered. She was warm and tight and welcoming. She trembled on top of me, eyes closed, enfolding my entire length. One bra cup was on, the other off. She took a long breath and opened her eyes, a satisfied smile on her face.

She tugged her other breast free and leaned forward.

“Now, do that again while you’re in me.”

Anything she wanted. And while I feasted on her breasts, she moved, clenching on my cock, sliding up and down and driving me insane. When she was close, she sat up, riding me in earnest. I licked my fingers and pressed on her clit. The sounds she made had my balls pulling up tight.

Then she came, whispering Yes, yes, yes like she’d pretended to do when she was here before. And that, and the pulsing of her pussy as the pleasure spasmed through her, sent me over as well. The orgasm was out of my control and left me shaking.

She slid off me and collapsed on the bed, messy and sated. I should’ve moved but I wasn’t sure I could. I didn’t know if I’d ever been this relaxed.

I wanted to wrap my arms around her and pull her into my side. To have her head rest on my shoulder, so I could pet her hair and keep her close…

My brain pinged out a warning.

I didn’t dare to. Not when this was the last time. I shoved those feelings back and rolled to the side of the bed, stood on shaky legs and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom.

I didn’t recognize the man in the mirror. Not just the short hair and stubble I was getting used to, but the soft expression. His face and chest were flushed, his lips swollen, and he was smiling the sappiest smile I’d ever seen on myself.

This was bad. It was so bad. It was hard to make myself care through the sex hormones, but my brain was working again. This had to be the absolute last time.

I glared at myself and returned to the bedroom.

Jess had fallen asleep, sprawled in the middle of the bed. I should wake her up, but she looked peaceful. Debauched, but there were no worry lines on her face.

I’d give her a little time to recover. It would be rude to wake her up and kick her out of bed. So I pulled the duvet over her and crawled in beside her.

“Shit!”

The expletive brought me back to consciousness. That and the woman squirming out from under my arm and scrambling out of bed. It was dark. Late. I’d dozed off. When I checked the time I saw that it was three a.m. I flipped on the light.

Jess blinked as her eyes adjusted. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“No problem. I fell asleep too.” I hadn’t slept with anyone for a long, long time. Not literally slept. Normally I got twitchy if a bed partner tried to stay, but I hadn’t tonight.

There were no secrets with Jess. I knew who she was, and what my family had done to her. I knew this was just sex. But I also knew some of her secrets, and we were comfortable together. And, this was the last time. It had to be.

She straightened up her sexy red lace underwear. Nipples hidden back in the low cups, the panties back in proper position.

“Sorry. Those might be ruined.” Worth it, for me.

She shrugged. “They weren’t getting a lot of use anyway.”

I held back a smile. I didn’t want anyone else seeing them. “I could keep them, if you’re just going to throw them out,” I offered.

She lifted her eyebrows. “You keep trophies?”

Damn. I didn’t, but I wanted a memento of tonight. I put on a smirk. “Those are pretty hot. I almost need them as proof that you don’t have a collection of the most boring women’s underwear in the city.”

“Sorry. You’ll have to make do with memories.” She picked up pieces of clothing, putting them back on.

I would never forget tonight. But I couldn’t tell her that. I sat up, reaching for the sweatpants I’d been wearing before we got naked. It was armor of a sort.

“You don’t have to get up.”

But it didn’t feel right to just wave her off while I lay here. “I’ll make sure the coast is clear.”

“Good idea. Thanks.” She sat on the side of her bed to pull on her socks.

“Will you have any problems when you get back to your place?”

“You mean with my brother?” She stood, shaking her head. “No, Justin and I are both adults. I’ve had sleepovers—there’s no judgment.”

Well, maybe not with the previous guys, but with me? The air suddenly felt cold.

She pulled her coat on and I opened the bedroom door, checking the hallway. It was mostly dark, a night-light shining on the floor.

“All clear.”

She followed me down the hallway to the door. She fidgeted with a button on her coat, not meeting my eyes. “Well, um, thanks for the booty call?”

“Thanks for showing me the sexy stuff.”

She poked me in the chest. “The red lace wasn’t the sexy stuff. What was under it was.”

“You’re right.” The moment felt incomplete, like I should lean over and kiss her goodbye. For the last time. But that would only make this parting more difficult. I opened the door, took a quick glance out, and held it back for her to leave.

I watched her walk to the elevator, push the button, and wait for a car. She looked back and I lifted a hand. Then the doors opened, closed, and she was gone.

I shut the door, feeling strangely melancholy. I was made for hookups, get off and get out, not this falling-asleep shit. I headed back to my room and jumped when something moved.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Fitch said, voice gruff.

“Damn it, Fitch, what are you doing up?”

“Heard a noise. That your shy hookup?”

“Maybe. You didn’t see her?”

“No.” He glared at me. “Is she married?”

“No, no. Nothing like that. Just keeping a low profile.”

“Will she be back?”

“No.” Unfortunately. Jess was fun, as well as sexy.

“Be careful.”

Instantly I wondered—had he seen Jess, despite what he’d said? “Why?”

“Secrets get out.”

I rubbed my hands over my face. Good thing this was over. But something leaden had settled in my guts. Damn it, what was it with Jess?