A Very Merry Hockey Holiday
Page 29
She smiled widely before his mouth covered hers, his hand coming behind her knee to open her up to him. Pulling away from her mouth, he kissed her jaw, nibbling at her neck before trailing kisses down her stomach. She wasn’t sure how this happened. At first it was to get back at Karson for calling her gay, but then when she was in bed with Jordie, being fucked to the point of no return, she liked it. A lot. And continued to come back for him. She knew it was stupid, but Jordie Thomas made love like a god.
Her body quivered in anticipation as he kissed her flat belly and her mound before opening her up and feasting on her. Running his tongue along her lips, he took his time, almost as if he was worshipping her pussy, driving her completely mad. When the tip of his tongue slowly traced around her clit, she almost came off the bed, crying out his name. Relentlessly, Jordie devoured her pussy, making her cry out things she never had before. He had that power. He brought out the animal inside her.
And when she came, she didn’t just orgasm. She flew. Rocketed through space as she came. Her whole body seized and she found herself unable to breathe as he kissed her pussy, her thighs, and whispered such wonderful things.
“You are so beautiful, so damn beautiful. I could stay between these thighs for days.”
As he kissed up her body, his beard tickled her chest before his mouth met hers in a fevered kiss. “I can’t get enough of the taste of you,” he whispered against her lips as he slowly moved inside of her, filling her completely. “The feel of you…you drive me crazy, Kacey.”
Closing her eyes, she moaned out his name as he pushed inside her, taking her breath, her existence, her everything.
“So fucking beautiful,” he grunted as he thrust in and out of her, his body heavy on hers. They had been doing this for a month, and in that month, she had fallen completely in love with him. He was funny and sweet but also an asshole, challenging her. She loved messing with him and then getting punished later. He was amazing, but he was clear that they were just fucking. She couldn’t help but think maybe that was changing though. Especially with the way he looked at her. Like she was important and special.
Hating how much she cared, that she had fallen, she pushed into his chest, and he went onto his back like she wanted. Going on top of him, she directed his large cock inside of her, and as every inch of him disappeared, she closed her eyes, loving the feel of him completely inside of her. Taking ahold of her hips, he moved her roughly up and down him, her ass smacking against his thighs as she rode him into oblivion. When she came, she squeezed him so hard, he couldn’t breathe as he came, his fingers bruising her hips.
Gasping for breath, she looked up at the ceiling and knew this had to stop. Every second she stayed with him, she fell harder, and that couldn’t happen anymore. It wasn’t fair to her or him. He would feel bad because he did care for her, but he would never love her. He couldn’t. He wasn’t made to do that; he didn’t have the chemical makeup to trust anyone, and she understood that. Accepted it, and she had to get away because she wouldn’t even be able to be his friend.
Looking down at him, she smiled as he moved his thumb along her nipple, the other hand holding her tightly.
“You’re gorgeous, Kacey King.”
“You aren’t too bad yourself,” she answered back, leaning down to press her lips to his. Bracing her hands at the sides of his head, she looked deep into his brown eyes and decided she was really going to miss him. “This is the last time, Jordie.”
His brow came up. “No, I plan on making you come at least three more times tonight.”
She scoffed. “You wish. You don’t make me come; I choose to.”
He laughed. “Baby, don’t test me. I’ll throw you up on my face and have you coming in seconds.”
Her body was engulfed in flames at the thought, but she reined it back in. That wouldn’t happen. She’d never leave if it did. “Maybe.”
Jordie chuckled. “Are you challenging me?”
“No, shit. Shut up,” she said, setting him with a look before kissing him deeply. When she got off him, that was it. They were over. Never again would she find herself in Jordie Thomas’s bed. Pulling away, she gazed at him as he looked up at her, confused.
“What is it, Kacey?”
“This is it. This is goodbye. We can be friends because I do enjoy picking at you, but we can’t sleep together anymore.”
His eyes held hers as he asked, “Can I ask why? I like what we do.”
“Oh, I do too, but I’ve caught feelings.”
His eyes went wide but he recovered quickly, looking up at the ceiling, his thumb stopping at her nipple. “Caught feelings, huh?”
“Yeah, I love you, and while I know that horrifies you,” she said since she could see it all over his face, “I know the score. I know this was supposed to be just fucking, but somewhere in there, I fell for you. So, yeah. I gotta stop this before it gets so bad that I can’t walk away.”
Glancing away, he moved his hand down his face. “I wish you wouldn’t have done that. I like this. A lot. You. I like you, but I can’t love you.”
“I know,” she said with a nod and slowly got off him, patting his chest. “And I’m not mad. Hurt, yeah, because I could see us having a good life together, but it’s not you.”
She got up, but he took her hand, stopping her. She met his gaze and pushed back her tears as his eyes searched hers. She expected him to tease her, to lighten the mood, but instead, he said, “I wish I could.”
Her body quivered in anticipation as he kissed her flat belly and her mound before opening her up and feasting on her. Running his tongue along her lips, he took his time, almost as if he was worshipping her pussy, driving her completely mad. When the tip of his tongue slowly traced around her clit, she almost came off the bed, crying out his name. Relentlessly, Jordie devoured her pussy, making her cry out things she never had before. He had that power. He brought out the animal inside her.
And when she came, she didn’t just orgasm. She flew. Rocketed through space as she came. Her whole body seized and she found herself unable to breathe as he kissed her pussy, her thighs, and whispered such wonderful things.
“You are so beautiful, so damn beautiful. I could stay between these thighs for days.”
As he kissed up her body, his beard tickled her chest before his mouth met hers in a fevered kiss. “I can’t get enough of the taste of you,” he whispered against her lips as he slowly moved inside of her, filling her completely. “The feel of you…you drive me crazy, Kacey.”
Closing her eyes, she moaned out his name as he pushed inside her, taking her breath, her existence, her everything.
“So fucking beautiful,” he grunted as he thrust in and out of her, his body heavy on hers. They had been doing this for a month, and in that month, she had fallen completely in love with him. He was funny and sweet but also an asshole, challenging her. She loved messing with him and then getting punished later. He was amazing, but he was clear that they were just fucking. She couldn’t help but think maybe that was changing though. Especially with the way he looked at her. Like she was important and special.
Hating how much she cared, that she had fallen, she pushed into his chest, and he went onto his back like she wanted. Going on top of him, she directed his large cock inside of her, and as every inch of him disappeared, she closed her eyes, loving the feel of him completely inside of her. Taking ahold of her hips, he moved her roughly up and down him, her ass smacking against his thighs as she rode him into oblivion. When she came, she squeezed him so hard, he couldn’t breathe as he came, his fingers bruising her hips.
Gasping for breath, she looked up at the ceiling and knew this had to stop. Every second she stayed with him, she fell harder, and that couldn’t happen anymore. It wasn’t fair to her or him. He would feel bad because he did care for her, but he would never love her. He couldn’t. He wasn’t made to do that; he didn’t have the chemical makeup to trust anyone, and she understood that. Accepted it, and she had to get away because she wouldn’t even be able to be his friend.
Looking down at him, she smiled as he moved his thumb along her nipple, the other hand holding her tightly.
“You’re gorgeous, Kacey King.”
“You aren’t too bad yourself,” she answered back, leaning down to press her lips to his. Bracing her hands at the sides of his head, she looked deep into his brown eyes and decided she was really going to miss him. “This is the last time, Jordie.”
His brow came up. “No, I plan on making you come at least three more times tonight.”
She scoffed. “You wish. You don’t make me come; I choose to.”
He laughed. “Baby, don’t test me. I’ll throw you up on my face and have you coming in seconds.”
Her body was engulfed in flames at the thought, but she reined it back in. That wouldn’t happen. She’d never leave if it did. “Maybe.”
Jordie chuckled. “Are you challenging me?”
“No, shit. Shut up,” she said, setting him with a look before kissing him deeply. When she got off him, that was it. They were over. Never again would she find herself in Jordie Thomas’s bed. Pulling away, she gazed at him as he looked up at her, confused.
“What is it, Kacey?”
“This is it. This is goodbye. We can be friends because I do enjoy picking at you, but we can’t sleep together anymore.”
His eyes held hers as he asked, “Can I ask why? I like what we do.”
“Oh, I do too, but I’ve caught feelings.”
His eyes went wide but he recovered quickly, looking up at the ceiling, his thumb stopping at her nipple. “Caught feelings, huh?”
“Yeah, I love you, and while I know that horrifies you,” she said since she could see it all over his face, “I know the score. I know this was supposed to be just fucking, but somewhere in there, I fell for you. So, yeah. I gotta stop this before it gets so bad that I can’t walk away.”
Glancing away, he moved his hand down his face. “I wish you wouldn’t have done that. I like this. A lot. You. I like you, but I can’t love you.”
“I know,” she said with a nod and slowly got off him, patting his chest. “And I’m not mad. Hurt, yeah, because I could see us having a good life together, but it’s not you.”
She got up, but he took her hand, stopping her. She met his gaze and pushed back her tears as his eyes searched hers. She expected him to tease her, to lighten the mood, but instead, he said, “I wish I could.”
