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twenty-four

Wyatt

I’m going to die.

If I thought Elsy teasing me last night was bad, it was nothing compared to sleeping beside her all night. Her soft body curled into mine, her jasmine perfume filling my nose… it was pure torture in the best way possible.

My alarm goes off and I silence it before it can wake her. I have an early morning treatment session on my shoulder, then a meeting with my sports psychologist, all before practice and the day’s workout.

My muscles feel sore and achy, like I’ve already played a full three-hour game. That doesn’t bode well for today. I climb into the shower, ready to wash away the feeling.

The water warms quickly and I step under the hot spray. My cock bobs against my stomach, hard and needy. That hasn’t waned.

Fuck. I really don’t want to walk out of here like this.

Can I really do it? Touch myself in Elsy’s shower? Isn’t that crossing, like, ten thousand lines?

Need thrums in my veins. I want to bury my face in her pussy again, taste her on my tongue. Maybe another morning, she’ll let me wake her up that way, my mouth teasing her awake.

I honestly think I might die.

Grabbing her soap, I pour some into my hand. The sweet scent of jasmine fills the humid air, surrounding me as I take my cock in my hand.

The first pass of my fist over my length makes me groan. I almost forget to be quiet and have to bite my lip. It feels so good. I got myself off yesterday as I got ready for the date, trying to take the edge off, but it feels like it’s been more than a decade since the last time.

Because with Elsy, it really has been.

The shower door swings open, and my head swivels to see Elsy naked before me. She ties her hair up into a bun and then steps inside.

“You’re being loud,” she says. Her palm lands on my chest as she rises onto her tiptoes to kiss me. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I choke out. On instinct, I release my cock, and it bobs between us.

“Oh, look, a new toy to play with.” Her hand wraps around me.

“Elsy—”

Please don’t toy with me. Please don’t play with me.

“I’m not ready to have sex with you.” Her words are as firm as her solid stroke. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t come. That I can’t get you off.”

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

“I know what I’m capable of, and right now, it’s this,” she says. “I’m good with this.”

Pulling her into my arms, I crash my mouth to hers. She lets out a little oof against my lips and I smile into the kiss.

She strokes over my length, twisting her wrist when she reaches the head of my cock, then stroking again. I cover her hand with mine, tightening her grip. Together, we draw our hands down the length of my erection, and as pleasure skates up my spine and coils in my gut, I do my best to memorize this perfect moment.

Her taste, her sounds, the press of her wet, naked body against mine… this is as close to heaven as I’ve ever felt.

Elsy’s tight fist feels perfect around my cock, her other hand on my pec directly above my heart. Can she hear it pounding? Can she hear it calling to hers?

Breaking the kiss, I drag in a ragged breath, my chest heaving.

“Elsy, you—I?—”

“Shh,” she says, stroking me faster now.

My hand lifts to cup her breast. Her nipples bead into tight buds, begging to be licked and sucked. I play with one, then the other, and when she doesn’t protest, I nudge her hand away and bend to take her nipple in my mouth.

She lets out a gasp. “This is supposed to be about you.”

“You’re giving me what I want, right?” I look up at her, a smirk on my lips, and when she nods, breathless, I lave my tongue over her nipple again. “Bringing you pleasure gives me pleasure. Let me do this.”

Backing her against the shower wall, I kiss and lick and suck at her perfect body. My hands rove over her flesh, digging into her ass, caressing her belly, and then move between her legs. She’s slick, and it has nothing to do with the water beating down on us.

“Can I taste you?” I ask.

She pauses.

“Only if you want to. I’m fine if?—”

“Please,” she whimpers. “I don’t know why you inside me is such a hard line, but other stuff isn’t as intense. It should all be the same. An orgasm is an orgasm. But somehow… I’m more okay with that than anything else.”

Standing, I give her what I intend to be a quick kiss, but she wraps her arm around my neck and holds me close.

“Just… be gentle with me,” Elsy says.

“Always,” I promise. “I’ve got your heart in my hands. That’s the most precious thing in the world.”

She shakes her head, her mouth curved into a smile. “You say a lot of pretty things.”

“You’re a pretty thing,” I tell her automatically. Because she is. Because I want her to believe it, too. I’ll keep repeating it until she does.

“I can think of better uses for your mouth.” She pushes on my shoulder, sending me down, and I drop to my knees. The cold, hard tile is going to kill me later. It’ll all be worth it, though.

I lift her leg, propping it on the tub shelf behind me.

“Just like that,” I tell her, spreading her with my fingertips. Her pretty, pink clit winks at me and I give it a soft kiss, looking up at her. “You’re good?”

“So good.” Her face is flushed, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.

Diving in, I taste her, the flavor of her bursting on my tongue making my abandoned cock throb with want. I give myself a slow stroke before focusing on her again.

I warm her up slowly, alternating long, slow sucks with teasing flicks of my tongue. Her hand falls to the back of my head, threading her fingers through my hair.

When I slip a finger inside of her, she clamps around me, so tight my cock jerks. I use my free hand to touch myself with slow, leisurely strokes to keep my libido at bay. It’s not my turn. There will be plenty of time for that later.

“Wyatt…” She sighs my name, and as I add a second finger, her soft, silky walls clench around me until she relaxes and sags against the tile.

Elsy rides my fingers and my mouth, tilting her hips to take more. I increase the pressure of my tongue circling her clit, drawing the bud into my mouth and flicking it. She gasps, tightening around my fingers buried deep inside her.

“Fuck.” She exhales heavily. “I could come just from that.”

Hey, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my career as a hockey player, it’s how to adapt. I take instructions well.

So I do it again, and then a third time, and when I twist my wrist and brush against the spot that makes her eyes cross, I do it again.

Elsy pulses around me, her pussy milking my fingers. She grinds into my face, taking the pleasure she needs so beautifully.

When she sags against the shower wall, I drink in the sight of her, blissed-out, her face and chest flushed. I lick her release from my fingers, desperate for one more taste.

She lets out a tired giggle. “That was… wow.”

“Yeah?” My knees creak as I stand up and I waste no time pulling her into arms. She buries her face in my neck, breathing me in.

“I could get used to this,” she whispers.

“Oh, you will.”

She grins up at me. “You seem awfully confident.”

“I am.” I kiss her quickly, and when she draws me in for another, I take my time. “I’m already addicted to you.”

Her fingers trail down my chest, teasing over my abs, and when I don’t stop her, she wraps her hand around my cock again.

She starts to lower to her knees, but I grab her arm to keep her upright.

“Don’t.”

Elsy looks up at me, surprise on her face. “You don’t want me to?”

“Fuck, Elsy, I’m dying to see your lips wrapped around my cock. But you’ll get your hair wet.” And she went to the trouble of tying it up out of her way.

Her face softens. “You really are incredible.”

I shake my head. “I’m really not.”

“Agree to disagree.” She strokes my cock again, this time with a stronger grip, the way I showed her earlier.

“I want to touch you. Can I touch you?”

She nods.

Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her thoroughly. She strokes me from root to tip, twisting her wrist at the head, and then her other hand slips between my legs to cup my balls. They’re drawn up, high and tight, and all it takes is a few more strokes before I’m teetering over the edge.

Her sweet mouth on mine, coaxing little groans from me, pushes me over. I plummet over the cliff, my cock jerking in her fist as I erupt. My release splashes up her arm and onto her belly, covering her in my mark.

When I nudge her hand away, Elsy turns to the water, wiping her hands. I pull her back against my chest, wrapping my arm around her belly as I help her clean off. My chin fits perfectly on her shoulder and I kiss her neck, drinking in her scent.

Grabbing her body wash again, I squirt some of the soap onto my hands, roving them over her body. I make sure every inch of her is clean before I let her do the same to me. I’m going to smell like her all day long and I can’t fucking wait. She’s branded me—heart and soul, and now body, too. I’m hers.

The water runs cool and I reach over to turn it off. Elsy steps out, wrapping herself in her towel, before grabbing a second from the linen closet. I hadn’t planned that far ahead.

We dress in silence. She has rehearsal this morning and then lessons this afternoon.

“Can I see you tonight?” I ask.

Elsy laughs. “Not playing hard to get?”

“Babe, I told you, I’m not playing games.” I kiss her cheek. “So, tonight?”

“Maybe.” She shrugs.

“Guess I’m going to have to try harder next time,” I decide.

“We’ll see. If this is how we’re going to start the morning, you should stay over more often,” she says with a teasing smile.

Dropping a soft kiss on her lips, I promise, “Anytime.”