Behind the Net: a grumpy sunshine hockey romance

JAMIE PULLS his shirt over his head, and I’m assaulted with a fantastic view of his rippling torso. Muscles upon muscles. Rounded, toned shoulders. Defined pecs. Stacked abs. They dance and jump as he yanks his pants off, and that warm, tight feeling between my legs pulses once again.

Oh. There it is.

“What are you—” I start.

“We’re trying something new. Stand for me.”

I slip off the bed as he throws the duvet back and takes my spot. His legs fall wide before he gestures for me to sit between them. There’s something so attractive about his tight black boxers. Maybe it’s the outline of his cock against the fabric, straining.

“Come here, Pippa.”

I shiver at his tone, loaded with tension and heat, but I do as he says, settling between his legs. His erection presses into my backside, and there’s a spark of heat between my legs.

The second I settle back against him, I sigh with pleasure. He’s so warm. He pulls the duvet over us, covering me.

“Better?” he murmurs against my ear, and I nod.

“So much better.”

“Good.” He inhales me, nose against my neck, and lets it out as a sigh. “It’s my turn, okay?”

I nod, letting my head fall against him. He kisses my cheek, my jaw, my neck, and the tension leaves my body.

His hands skim up my thighs, strong fingers digging into the muscles, massaging me. As his hands draw closer to my center, he pauses.

“Put your hands on my thighs, songbird.”

I set my hands on his warm skin, and he flinches.

“You’re cold,” he huffs, laughing quietly.

“Sorry,” I squeak.

“It’s okay.” He presses another kiss to my cheek, and this is the side of Jamie that’s the most dangerous. The sweet version of him. “Put your feet on mine.”

I do, and he groans like he’s in pain.

“Like ice,” he says, and I laugh. A little puff of air against my neck tells me he’s laughing, too.

I’m relaxing more by the second. His hands stroke up and down my thighs, inching closer and closer to the apex each time, and I’m melting into him as heat builds inside me.

“How’s that?” His mouth moves against my shoulder.

“Good,” I whisper.

His hands move up to my breasts, and when his fingers find my nipples, I sigh again. He pinches and rolls the peaks, gently at first, but with growing pressure, drawing more gasps and sighs from me until I’m squirming against him. His cock pulses against my back as I arch into his hands. Heat pools at the bottom of my stomach and I can feel how wet I am.

“I’m going to try the toy again,” he says, low in my ear. “You think you can handle that?”

I nod, opening my legs, pressing them against his thighs. “Uh-huh.”

He shifts under me, reaching for it, and slides it under the duvet, applying it to my clit before he turns it on.

The toy’s intense suction on my clit makes every muscle in my body pull taut. “Oh my god.”

“Have you played with the settings?”

I’m writhing on him. “No.”

Oh god. This is so good. This is perfect, exactly what I need. He’s so warm and solid beneath me, all around me, and my nails dig into his thick, muscular thighs. His cock pulses again when I do that.

He turns the intensity of the toy down, and the desperate, aching feeling fades—not completely, but I’m no longer on the brink of coming.

“Hey,” I protest, but it’s more of a desperate plea.

His teeth scrape my shoulder. “You’re not in charge here.” His hand comes to my stomach, sliding to the underside of my breast. I want him to touch my nipple again, roll it, pinch it, anything, but he won’t, he just keeps stroking my skin, circling the aching point.

“Tell me what you feel right now,” he murmurs into my ear, lowering the intensity of the toy another click.

The toy’s soft suction pulls me into a comfortable, floaty zone. I can’t come like this, but I don’t want it to stop.

“Songbird. Pay attention.”

I suck in a breath. Right. Focus. “Okay. Um. I can feel the toy between my legs.”

“Good.” Pleasure ripples through my body, warming me. “What else?”

I close my eyes. “I can feel you against my back. You’re so warm.”

“Mhm.”

“Your legs under my hands.”

“Very good. You’re doing so well.” His low tone is pleased, and my clit throbs at the praise.

My skin feels hot. I need more, but I can’t get there with this low setting. My back arches. “Jamie, I need more.”

“Not yet.” Finally, his thumb slides up, playing with my nipple, and my head falls back again.

“Oh my god.”

“Tell me a few more things you feel.”

“Um.” My thoughts scatter at the way he pinches me. The toy whirs away between my legs, and my chest rises and falls fast as my breathing picks up. “Your hand on my nipple.”

“Mhm.” His mouth is back on my shoulder, and his stubble scrapes me. “Your tits are so perfect, Pippa. Seeing you in that pretty pink bra is going to make me come for years.”

My pussy aches, flooding with heat and liquid. “Wow.”

“What else?”

My thoughts float in the air and I try to catch them. “Um. The duvet against my skin.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your boner against my ass.”

He huffs a laugh. “Sorry.”

“No,” I breathe. “I like it. It’s hot.”

He groans. “What else, baby?”

My body clenches, tightening around nothing. I like it when he calls me that.

“I can feel your thighs against mine,” I say, and my voice is thin.

He clicks the toy up one speed, and when I moan, he pinches my nipple harder. His knees hook under mine so he’s holding my legs open with his thighs. The way he has me, I’m powerless, and my pussy thrums with pressure.

“Oh my god,” I gasp.

“How’s that?”

“Good. So fucking good.” My back arches again and I press my lips together to hold in the moan. “More.”

“More?” His tone taunts me.

“Please.”

A rumbling noise comes from his chest, like he likes me asking nicely. He clicks the toy up again.

“You look so fucking pretty,” he says in my ear as I twist in his lap. “So fucking gorgeous sitting in my lap as I use the toy on your pussy.”

He clicks the intensity up again, and my eyes roll back. I picture him bending me over this bed, pushing that big cock into me. My pussy flutters. Oh god. It’s starting.

This is working. I can’t believe it’s actually working.

“That’s so good,” I choke out. The pressure builds again, swirling between my thighs. Jamie’s so warm against me, against my legs, against my back. His big hand cups my breast, kneading, and the pleasure inside me rises. “Oh god,” I breathe. “Don’t stop.”

His teeth scrape my neck. “What if I did?” He lowers the setting, and the pressure between my legs dies off.

“No,” I cry, digging my nails into his thighs. “More.”

“Beg me,” he demands in a low voice that makes me shiver. “Beg me to let you come, songbird.”

“Please.” I’m breathing hard. “Please let me come.”

“Good.” He clicks the toy up a few speeds, and I groan. “Keep talking. What are you thinking about?”

“Your cock.” My voice breaks as he clicks the toy up again. “Your cock inside me.”

“Is that what you want?”

I nod urgently. “Yes.”

“You think you could take me?” He clicks the toy up again, and I’m squirming on his lap.

My body isn’t mine; it’s his. He owns it. He’s wielding it however he pleases, and I’m just along for the ride.

“I don’t know,” I admit.

His thick arm wraps across my torso, anchoring me to him, and I clutch it.

“I think you could.” His voice is a hot rasp in my ear. “I think you could take my cock. It’d be a tight fit in this gorgeous pussy, but we’d make it fit.”

I’m just nodding, eyes clenched closed as the toy makes me feel like I’m about to burst with pleasure. The first flutters begin.

“I need to come,” I tell him, squeezing his arm.

“Then come, baby. Come on the toy I bought you. Show me how good it is.”

His teeth scrape my earlobe, and the pressure boils over.