“So, you own a broken vibrator?” he asks.
“Of course not. I reported it as damaged, and they gave me store credit.”
“Fuck,” he curses, and I smile to myself because I’m pretty sure that’s his favorite word.
“Did you cash it in yet, Maggie? Get something new?” His questions take a second to register because he’s simultaneously stroking and teasing me.
“Not yet,” I reply. Have I fantasized about naughty online shopping with JT? Of course, I have. It’ll never happen, but a girl can dream.
He’s trailing kisses along the back of my neck, his lipslingering at the spot where it meets my shoulder. The man has a shoulder fetish, I swear, but I’m not complaining.
“What kind do you think you’ll get?” he asks, and just when I’m debating the merits of telling him to adopt a less talk, more action policy, he pushes two fingers deep inside me, stretching me, and making my body crave more. His fingers move in and out in a steady rhythm before stopping abruptly. “You know they have all kinds of toys, Maggie. I looked some up, just because I knew yours wasn’t able to get the job done. They have ones that pulse,” he tells me, mimicking the motion. “Ones that glide over your clit, ones that go deep in your pussy, ones that tap…right…here.”
He acts out each motion again and again until I’m writhing against him with need. My body is pliant under his, and so responsive to his words and touches. Before I can stop myself, I’m hurtling toward orgasm, my thighs clenching and my legs shaking. He releases my hands from the wall and wraps his now-free hand around my middle to steady me.
“Fuck, yeah, Maggie, ride it out. Take every last bit of pleasure you…fuck…can.” His words are low and choppy, lacking the steadiness I’ve come to associate with JT Norris. It thrills me that I make him almost as crazy as he makes me. As I come down from the ecstasy of my orgasm, I turn toward him and drop to my knees, ready to ensure that when we walk out of here, he’s had just as much fun as I have.
“Holy…what are you...oh, hell…” As the mumbled words pour from his mouth, I tease the swollen head of his cock with my tongue. Wrapping my hand around the base, I make an upward motion, jacking him into my mouth. Blowjobs are messy business, but he tastes so good that I can’t help but try to swallow him down. Fuck. As I gag on his cock, he steadies me, gripping my shoulders. I inhale through my nose and work my lips across his tip.
That must be what pushes him right over the edge. “Maggie,” he grinds out, my name a warning.
As much as I want to hollow my cheeks and take him deep, I have an even better idea in mind. Leaning back, I release his cock and cup my breasts. The motion pushes them together, and the look of desire on his face tells me he’s just fine with this change of plans.
He’s grabbed a pillow from somewhere, so I lay my head back on it as he sprawls on top of me again. His corded muscles are so damn sexy as he guides his cock into the valley between my breasts. He’s pumping into me and god, it feels liberating. And the moans he’s making? They’re intoxicating.
“I’m gonna come, Maggie. I’m gonna?—”
My eyes flutter closed as his release hits my chest, my breasts, and then the base of my neck.
“Oh. My. God.” These are literally the only words my brain can conjure. What we just did is maybe the most erotic thing I’ve ever thought about, and now all I want to do is to keep exploring.
His face glistens with sweat as he leans down to kiss me. I’m not thinking about where we are, who else is here, or what could go wrong. In JT’s arms, I’m ready for anything.
The buzz of his phone bursts the bubble of my happiness. Reality intrudes as he sighs loudly. “The bus leaves in twenty,” he says, standing and tucking himself back into his boxers.
I shake my head, trying to clear it. There’s so much going on in my brain, but all I can think to say is, “How did you get a phone past my uncle?”
JT cleans me up with his undershirt before tossing it in a small trashcan by the door. He holds my dress out in front of me and offers his shoulder so I can steady myself and step in. He’s zipping me up when he answers. “I can’t tell you all my secrets, Maggie. Then the mystery would be gone, and you’d have no reason to stick around.”
CHAPTER 23
JT
I’ve playedon a lot of teams over the years. And I never understood the guys who skipped workouts or ignored the dietary regimen. Or the guys who skimped on PT. It never made any sense. If hockey is the thing we love, the thing we’re good at, the thing that’s waiting for us after graduation, why do anything to put that in jeopardy?
But I get it now.
For the first time ever, hockey isn’t the most important thing in my life.
It’s been a week since the fundraiser, and I can’t get Maggie off my mind.
Truthfully, that’s been an issue this whole semester, and it’s just getting worse. The more I have her, the more I want her.
When I found out she’s Coach’s niece, and when she told me in no uncertain terms that we couldn’t be more than fuck buddies minus the buddies, I went along with it for two reasons. Number one, I couldn’t resist her. And number two, I foolishly hoped that maybe we’d fuck each other out of our systems.
That hasn’t happened. If anything, the more I have her, themore I want her—not just in my bed, but in my arms and by my side.
It’s bad enough that I’m obsessed, but if that were my only issue, at least I’d be in decent company. Will’s head-over-ass for Mel, the barista at Drip, but he’s not my only teammate who’s madly in love. Deano, the other freshman, was walking around the house reciting a fucking sonnet the other day. He says it’s because his girlfriend is using the poem as her audition piece for an upcoming role she wants, and that’s probably true, but I’m also convinced he’s so gone for the girl that iambic pentameter just drips out of his mouth.
