Page 33 of Replay (Toronto Blaze #3)

Work Behind the Net

Josh

Katie was giving me a chance. For the whole evening, there’d been something like a hovercraft under me. Not that I wasn’t touching the ground, but I felt a little floaty. This time I wasn’t going to mess things up. This time I’d be the best boyfriend anyone could be.

This time I wasn’t going to listen to everyone else. I’d told her everything, and we were okay.

When we got to her place and she hung up her coat, I wanted to wrap my arms around her and taste her mouth. And then taste other parts of her body. All of it. But while I didn’t want to get advice from people which could mess us up, I had to listen to Katie.

We’d had dinner and she’d invited me back, but that didn’t mean sex. Not necessarily.

“So, I was wondering…” How did I say this?

She turned and looked at me. We were almost close enough to touch. “You were wondering?”

“Why did you ask me back here? I don’t want to assume anything.”

“I want orgasms, Josh. Can you help with that?”

My heart stopped and my dick twitched. “Definitely.”

I dropped my head to kiss her. She tilted her face up and wrapped her arms around my neck as our lips met. Kissing Katie was just so good. She tasted a little bit of the wine we’d had, a little of the cool air we’d walked through, and a lot that was just her.

I tilted my head and she opened her mouth and I could stroke her tongue with mine. That hovercraft feeling was stronger, like I might drift away if I let go of her. But that was the last thing I was going to do.

I hadn’t known, back when we were in high school, that not all kisses would be like kisses with Katie.

How do you know how good something is when you’ve had nothing to compare it to?

Over the past five years I’d discovered it wasn’t easy to find what we had.

Chemistry or pheromones or what the hell ever—everything we did was just so good.

I knew now that was a gift, not something you found often. Maybe only once.

She pulled back, and I moved forward to keep our connection. She pressed her hands against my chest.

“Bedroom.” Her voice was husky and she was breathing hard.

So was I, even though I was in pretty good physical condition.

“Absolutely.” I still had my arms around her waist so I lifted her up.

She squeaked, then laughed, wrapping her legs around my waist and hanging on tightly with her arms. I remembered the way to her room and kept my lips busy on her neck and ears as I shuffled us to her bed, relishing every shiver that went through her body and every muffled moan I heard.

I tripped over something on her floor, but we were close enough to her bed that we landed safely.

“What was that move?” She laughed.

I looked back. “You left some shoes on the floor.”

“Sure.” I leaned up, ready to prove it to her, but she tightened her arms around me. “Do you really care what’s on the floor? I don’t.”

She had a point, but I wanted to make one too. I tugged us both closer to the edge of the bed and then slid down. I landed on my knees and moved her legs to surround me. She propped herself up on her elbows. “Are you interested in what’s on the floor now?”

She slapped my shoulder. “Seriously?”

“Do you want me to move?”

“Only if moving gets you closer to going down on me.”

And suddenly I didn’t care about the floor argument either. I shoved her skirt up her legs, exposing lacy panties. “Nice.” My voice was almost a growl as I traced her folds through the sheer black material with one finger.

“I planned ahead.”

I leaned down and ran my nose up and down her pussy, breathing her in, scenting her arousal.

Me, it was easy to tell—my dick made my interest known.

But women…that was trickier. And knowing I was doing it to her, that our kisses had turned her on, made me bigger, prouder—my chest expanding—and relieved.

I stuck out my tongue and ran it over the lace, over her.

Getting a faint taste. I heard her mutter “Fuck” and then her body shifted as she fell back.

I ran a finger over the panties again. Taking them off meant moving her, and I didn’t want to do that.

But working on her with them on would limit my scope.

Ripping them off would probably piss her off.

Despite being one of the shorter guys playing hockey, I could still work behind the net. So, tight space it was. I slid a finger under her lace, ran it up and down, then shoved the fabric aside and used my mouth.

There wasn’t a lot of room for my fingers along with my lips and tongue, but I did my best. She whimpered, and twisted, and then her hands locked into my hair, pulling my head close.

As if I was going anywhere. I managed to get two fingers inside her channel, moisture slicking my way, and licked up to her clit and sucked on that.

“Nghgghh.” She pulled more on my hair and I repeated the maneuver, sucking a little harder. She squirmed and moaned, and then she clenched on my fingers and almost yelled a long “Aaaahhhhh” as she came.

She wasn’t faking or being polite. With Katie and me it was just good.

I gave her another lick and slowly pulled out my fingers, cleaning them off in my mouth. I couldn’t see her face, just her breasts, still in her sweater, rising and falling, her hands now spread on her duvet. I pushed back up on my feet and looked down at her.

What an incredible sight. Even though none of the good stuff was bare. Her panties were wet and, I realized, pretty twisted. Her skirt was around her waist and her face was flushed, hair mussed up on her bed.

Her eyes fluttered open. A smile crossed her face. “Okay, I do care about what’s on the floor. When it’s you doing that.”

I crawled onto the bed, leaning down to kiss her neck. She wrapped her hands around my face, pulling me down for a long kiss, not caring that I tasted like her.

Her hands slid down to my chest and pushed up, then shoved me onto my back. I went willingly, ready for anything she wanted. She straddled my waist, my hard dick pushing against her ass.

Her eyes were sparkling as she looked down at me, cheeks flushed, biting her lip. Her hands moved over my pecs, and even with both of us clothed, this was great sex. The difference was the person, not the activity. I had to make sure I never lost this person again.

“So…” She paused, and my hands moved up her thighs. “I’m trying to decide on our next steps. Would you prefer me to ride you, like this, or a blow job?”

My dick got impossibly harder and my hips jerked, my whole body reacting to her words. My mouth opened, but I couldn’t make words. Her lips on my dick, or her pussy wrapped around it? How was I supposed to choose?

She ground onto my erection, grinning at my moan.

“If you can’t decide, I guess…”

I swallowed, trying to form words because I definitely wanted one of those.

“It’ll have to be both.”

Both? What—but she reached her hands down to pull off her sweater and I didn’t care. Anything she wanted to do was what I wanted.

She bared her top half. Then she inched back, sliding her hands under my T-shirt. I lifted my body to give her room to pull it off, and her eyes locked on my abs. Hours in the gym for the win.

She shook her head and tugged the garment off. She ran her hands over my pecs, through the hair on my chest, and I shuddered. Then she moved back, ass sliding over my thighs as she unbuckled my belt and pulled down the zipper of my jeans.

My dick almost ripped through my boxers. She ran her hand over it and I closed my eyes as I fought for control. She slid back, pulling down pants and underwear. Her weight left my body when she hit the edge of the bed, and I opened my eyes again to see her pull my socks off with the rest.

She moved her hands to her own waistline and unbuttoned her skirt. Eyes fixed on mine, she slid the skirt down, letting it fall. She pulled down the panties, let them drop to the floor, and waited.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Katie.”

A small smile lifted her lips, and then she put a knee on the bed, leaning forward on her hands. “I think we’ll start with a blow job. But you can’t come. Not till you’re inside me.”

“If you keep talking like that, I can’t promise.”

She reached out a hand for my dick, giving it a soft stroke. “You’re a professional athlete. I’m counting on your stamina.” Giving me an evil grin, she reached down and slid her mouth over me.

I was loud. No way I could hold back when Katie sucked me in. It was hot and tight and heaven. I fisted my hands in the cover on her bed, holding on and desperately trying to ignore the way my balls pulled up and sparks shot up my spine.

“Katie, fuck, your mouth…nrghh.”

I finally reached for her because she had to stop if she didn’t want me coming right fucking now.

She sat up, face flushed. “Ready for option two?”

I nodded, body shuddering. Seeing her like this was pushing me to the edge.

She leaned over, running her tongue over my abs and up my chest. I lifted my hands to her sides, smoothing over her ribs and landing on her waist. She gripped my nipple in her teeth and gave a tug.

“Katie!” She was killing me.

She grinned and slid far enough up to kiss me. Our tongues met, twisted, and I was lost in the taste and feel of her.

Then I realized the wiggling wasn’t just about the kiss as the head of my dick started to slide into her tight pussy.

She groaned, or I did, or we both did. It felt incredible, beyond anything I’d experienced.

Something flickered in the back of my brain, but it was lost as she slid down until my dick was completely inside her.

“Fuck, Katie.”

She pushed herself up till she was straddling my hips. Every move stimulated those nerves, and I battled to keep from coming. She wanted this, and I didn’t want to end the fun early.

She drew a shaky breath. “Ready?” Her voice was raspy, the turned-on version of her that I’d jerked off to so many times.

I nodded and gripped her hips.

She braced her hands on my chest and lifted up. I hated the loss of her heat, but then she dropped down, deeper, and I moaned. She twisted her hips and shuddered.

I wasn’t going to last long. I couldn’t, not after going down on her and having her mouth on me. I didn’t want to leave her hanging, so I moved my fingers to her clit and gently rubbed.

“Josh!” She lifted and dropped again, and I pressed on her.

We repeated, each time her body shaking harder.

“Josh, I’m gonna…gonna.”

I pressed and shoved my hips up and then got to watch my favorite thing—Katie coming.

Her head tossed back, her eyes closed, her mouth open as she shouted my name.

Her pussy clenched on me and I was done.

My own eyes closed, and I shouted her name as I shot inside her, every cell in my body climaxing.

Katie dropped on my chest. Her panting breath brushed my shoulder, and her sweaty skin slicked against mine. My dick softened, and slid out of her, with my come.

“Shit!” That’s what my brain had been trying to tell me. Katie blinked at me. “We didn’t use a condom.”

Her eyes went big, the orgasm high leaving them. “Shit,” she repeated.

“I’m sorry, Katie. So sorry.”

She shook her head. “I’m the one who slid onto you without waiting. It was like…”

“Yeah.” It was like old times. Back in high school. We’d been each other’s firsts, and once she was on birth control, we didn’t always use the condom.

Her forehead was frowning again, and I hated doing that to her. “Um, we get tested, by the team, and I was negative the last time. And I haven’t been with anyone since.”

Normally I would have. If I hadn’t tried to hook up with her roommate, and then, once I’d seen Katie again, no one else interested me.

Her eyes scanned my face. “I had a complete physical before school started. There’s been no one. I’m on birth control.”

“So, you’re okay?” I couldn’t believe I might have risked her future, or her health. Thank fuck I was always careful—except around Katie.

She nodded.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do that again.”

Her forehead smoothed. “Actually, I hope you do a lot of that again. But we should use condoms. What with my family history and all.”

I nodded. She had plans and dreams and I didn’t want to interfere with them. Her family would freak and hate me forever. And depriving Katie of what she wanted wasn’t happening.

Condoms were a smart idea. We’d been fine in high school, but I wouldn’t risk her. Not ever.