That One Night: A Pucking Around Prequel Novella (Jacksonville Rays)
That One Night: Chapter 7

Cue the fire and brimstone—the world is officially ending. Jake Compton doesn’t have a condom. I scramble off her, my dick literally screaming in pain. I was right. Fucking. There. The tip was in! For the first time in my life, I was about to ride a girl bare. I was so caught up in the moment, in her, in this crazy weird magic between us, that I seriously almost crossed that line.

I can hear the voice of every coach and team nurse I’ve ever had screaming in my head. Are you crazy, Compton? Safety first! Always safety first!

She sits up as I drop to one knee, scrambling to tug my wallet from the back pocket of my discarded jeans. But I know what I’m gonna replace. Zippo. Nada. Zilch. I check anyway.

“Do you have one?”

I groan, slapping the wallet down. “No.”

She purses her lips, tucking her hair behind one ear. “You don’t seem like the type to come unprepared—”

“I’m not!” I bark, my desperation making me feel manic. No way am I losing out on the chance to be with this girl due to the slight hiccup of not having a condom. Mystery Girl will be mine if I have to run naked through this hotel and raid the lobby.

Okay, so that’s probably not the best idea. My agent would murder me if those pictures made the press…only if coach didn’t beat him to it. There’s also our scary new team PR liaison. She’s all of 5’0” and a hundred pounds soaking wet, but she’s intimidating as fuck. I’m always intimidated by a woman in a pencil skirt.

“Well…do you have any in your room?”

I shake my head, letting out a mirthless laugh. “Sure, yeah, I packed a box of condoms to spend a week with my sister!”

I hear her laugh softy behind me.

“I wasn’t exactly planning to get lucky while we were sharing the same room,” I add.

She lets out another little laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. I glance over at her and she chokes it down. “Sorry,” she murmurs, a smile in her eyes. “It’s not funny.”

“I don’t suppose you have any?” I ask, hoping against hope that maybe she might’ve been planning to ride someone’s dick this weekend. Why does that thought conjure up such a vivid mental image? And why am I now feeling irrationally angry?

She’s not riding anyone’s dick but mine.

Ever again if I can help it.

Fuck, lock it down, Compton. You cannot fall for this girl. You don’t even know her name.

“Sorry big guy,” she replies. “I wasn’t planning to get lucky at my brother’s gay wedding…where the only people not gay are members of my own extended family.”

I groan again, dragging my hands through my hair. “God—okay, what are the chances I walk out of here and come back to replace you actually willing to let me back in the room?”

She sinks back onto the bed, her tits bouncing as her dark hair fans out around her. “You’re cute,” she murmurs, still smiling.

“I’m fucking desperate,” I growl, snatching up my discarded briefs.

“I mean…I’m clean if you are.”

Stop everything. Oh my god, my brain is gonna explode. If not my brain, my dick feels ready to burst too. Did she just say that? No.

Yes.

No fucking way. I’ve never been with a girl bare before. Never. It’s not safe. You have to use a condom. No rubber, no ride. Right?

“We can’t,” I say automatically. “It’s not safe.”

She rolls onto her side, which does wonders for her tits. Propping herself up on her elbow, she smiles at me. “You don’t need to worry about pregnancy. I have an IUD, and those are more effective than condoms anyway.”

I blink. “Shit…really?”

“Doctor, remember?” she says, pointing at her smiling face. “I’m also a sexually active and health proactive woman in the age of the internet,” she adds. “Condoms have upwards of an 18% fail rate, while with IUDs it’s less than 9%.”

My brain feels fuzzy. What kind of left-turn into Crazy Town have we taken that my dream girl is trying to use math to get me to fuck her?

“And I’m clean,” she goes on. “No STIs. No chance of one, really. It’s been a while thanks to work and life and…Oh, god—” She sits up, slipping off the bed. “I swear I’m not trying to pressure you.” She raises a soothing hand, brushing her fingers down my arm.

Is it that obvious I’m freaking the fuck out? I feel like I just finished a set of suicide sprints. My heart is racing. Pretty soon I’m gonna start sweating.

“We don’t have to do anything,” she adds gently. “Your health and comfort come first. Always. This has to be right for both of us. You can go get the condoms and—”

“I’m clean,” I blurt out, reaching forward to snatch her arms. I pull her to me, needing to feel her close again. “I have to get tested all the time. Drugs, steroids, all the illegals. They do blood and urine tests on us like twice a month, sometimes more going into playoff season. I bet I have more thorough medical records than some of your patients.”

“And you’re clean?” she says with a raised brow.

“As a whistle,” I reply, raising two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

She laughs, the sound soft and musical. Lifting that hand with the little star tattoos, she brushes my hair back on my brow. She keeps doing that. She keeps touching my hair, and I fucking love it. I don’t typically let the bunnies get up close and personal like this. We often don’t even leave the bar or the stadium or wherever I pick them up. I don’t like kissing them either. Their lips always feel sticky from that gloss chicks wear.

Not Mystery Girl. Her lips are buttery smooth. She has me all twisted up in knots. I’ve kissed her more tonight already than I’ve kissed anyone in years. I want to lean into her every touch like a dog. I want to curl up in her lap, my face buried in that sweet pussy, and I never wanna leave.

“I’ll wait for you to get condoms,” she murmurs, brushing kisses across my chest.

Fuck, her lips feel so good, soft and seeking.

“I’ll happily wait. I promise, I’ll let you back in,” she adds, grinning up at me. “I’m not done with you yet, Mystery Boy.”

I groan with my whole chest. This girl has been a surprise from the moment I walked into that bar. She’s asking, and I’m saying yes. I’m saying hell yes. I swear to god, if this was Vegas, I’d be calling up room service for a box of condoms, some Gatorade, and an Elvis minister. That’s how fucking nuts I feel over this girl right now.

She looks up at me with those dark eyes. Her black eye makeup is smudged a bit, making her look hazy, like a polaroid filter. She’s got a dusting of soft freckles over her cheeks and nose. My gaze settles on that fuckhot septum ring. It’s small, two thin bands of twisted gold. Is it crazy that I want to touch it?

Behind her, framed by the double wall of windows, a flash of lightning splits the sky. It cracks above the Seattle skyline, racing from left to right, branching and spiking.

She jumps with fright, spinning around. Her back presses in against me and I wrap my arms around her shoulders, holding her close. Our naked skin is warm, and she fits perfectly pressed in close against my ribs. My dick is nestled at the small of her back. It’ll take nothing to get me hard again. I’m already halfway there, and all I’m doing is holding her.

I nuzzle my face against her hair and breathe her in. It smells different from her perfume. There’s a faint note of mint. We stand naked together and watch as the heavens open and rain starts pouring down over the city. Thunder rumbles so loud, I feel it in my chest.

“I’ve always loved storms,” she murmurs, her hands resting on my forearms. “The complexity, the power. Its nature showing herself to us. We dare to cage her in, but storms are her way of showing us the truth. She is limitless.”

Fuck, the way she strings words together…I could listen to her talk all night. But right now, I want something more. I need to connect with her. I need to feel our hearts beating as one again.

I move slowly, keeping her pressed to me as I loosen my grip, my hands smoothing over her chest, my thumbs grazing her collarbones. She lets out a soft sound low in her throat that has my dick hardening at her back. My hands graze lower to cup her breasts. They’re heavy and warm, her nipples peaked with arousal.

She presses her hips into me, and we watch the storm as I explore, teasing her nipples and massaging her. She arches her back, her hips locked against me, her head on my chest. She tips her head back, looking up at me with those sultry dark eyes, lips parted. The unspoken question is written all over her face. She wants more.

I gaze back, holding eye contact as I let my left hand slide down, smoothing over the curve of her hip, before I’m delving between her legs. My pointer and ring finger part her pussy lips, letting my middle finger slide along her slit, gently circling her clit.

She hums her appreciation, her eyes hooding with lust. I play, feeling how wet she is for me. I slide against her with two fingers, my other hand still holding her breast. She takes her hands and places them on mine, one between her legs, one on her perfect tit. She shadows my movements, totally along for the ride. Slowly, she changes her grip on my right hand, dragging it off her breast, up and up. I let her lead until my palm wraps around her throat, my fingers brushing her pulse point. She gives my hand a little squeeze, then shivers with need.

Oh god, I am dead for this girl. There’s no way I’m stopping now. An earthquake could hit, and I’d fuck her in the rubble.

I shove two fingers inside her, loving the sound of her gasp. She’s moving her hips with my hand, riding me. I let that hand at her throat squeeze, and she catches her breath, sharp and sweet. With a groan, I drop my mouth to her ear, biting the lobe. “You like that, baby girl? My hand on your throat, my fingers in your cunt…I’m gonna claim you, make you mine.”

She whimpers, her body melting against me. I give her clit a little friction with my palm and her tight pussy clenches around my fingers.

I kiss her neck, nipping her ear again. “I’ve never fucked a girl bare before. Never in my life.”

“Oh god,” she pleads, squirming on my hand. She’s right fucking there. I’m not taking her pussy until I feel her shatter again.

“Only you,” I tell her, the words shredding my own heart, making it bleed. “There is only you.”

“Fuck,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop. Please—”

Stop? I can’t fucking stop. I’m about to give her everything. Every piece of me. I’m going to come inside a girl’s cunt for the first time in my life. Fuck, I’m already right there. I’ve got cum leaking from my tip. I’m so ready to feel her clenching around my dick the way she’s clenching my fingers. I don’t know how I’ll survive more than a few quick pumps.

God, I need this to last. Need her to want me. Not Jake Compton, starting NHL defenseman. Not Jake Compton the playboy, the millionaire. I need her to want me. Just me.

“Oh—oh—”

Her moans pull me back to myself. I squeeze her neck, loving the way she’s riding my hand, using her own to help me give her just the pressure she craves.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I growl in her ear. “Ride my hand like you own it. As soon as you shatter, I’m taking you to that bed and filling you up with my dick.”

“Yes,” she chants, her hand dropping from mine at her neck to cup her own breast, tweaking her nipple. Her pussy is clenching my fingers so tight, she’s ready to explode.

“That’s it, baby,” I say. I think she’s getting off on the dirty talk. Fuck, so am I. “You know you’re aching for more than my fingers. Shatter for me, and you can have my dick anywhere you want it.”

“Ahh—god—” Her body goes still, her ass pressed tight against my thighs, her head slammed against my chest.

I curl my fingers along her “G” spot, pressing her clit with my palm, and whisper in her ear, “You’re a dirty girl, who likes to get fucked. Now, come.”

And fuck me, but she does. She comes all over my hand, her body shaking in my arms as she trembles and moans. It’s all I can do to hold back my own release as she rides my hand, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. She trembles, her body going slack, and I know she’s done.

I drop my hand from her throat first, wrapping it around her waist to keep her upright. Then I slip my fingers from her soaking wet cunt. She’s all but dripping down my hand. I raise my fingers to my mouth, not even bothering to stifle my groan.

The taste of a good pussy on my tongue has the same effect as the first drop of a puck onto the ice. My heart stops in my chest, and my whole body goes into performance mode. It’s time to play. Time to win.

With a growl, I grab her, scooping her into my arms. I march her the four steps back over to the bed. She laughs, head tipped back as she chants, “Oh, thank you. Thank you, gods.”

I lay her down, spreading her legs as she crawls backwards. I’m right fucking there, chasing her. There’s nowhere she can go that I won’t follow. But she doesn’t want the chase. That moment has passed. She wants me. She wants us.

My heart is in my throat, and I feel breathless as I take my dick with one hand, tracing her wet slit with my tip. She feels so good, I shiver. My whole body feels lit up like a Christmas tree. I’m hot, I’m cold, I’m a fucking mess.

Her hands slide up my arms to my shoulders before she’s cupping my cheeks. “Hey,” she murmurs. “Look at me.”

I pull my gaze from where my bare dick is sliding against her clit.

I don’t know what she sees when she looks at me, but her gaze softens, and she pulls me down for a kiss. “I’ll make this so good for you,” she says. “I’m yours. You’ve won me, I’m yours.”

I’ve already won. She’s mine.

Not waiting another second, I notch my dick at her entrance and press in.

Oh god, I’m gonna die.

Don’t get me wrong, sex with a condom is always good. I’m the king at having sex with a condom. But sex without a condom is…there are no words. I’m falling and flying. My dick feels like it’s found its home. She’s so hot and wet, her pussy making room for me. I give a few thrusts, working my way in, and the slide of her wetness down my shaft has me ready to come in seconds. No way am I gonna last.

“Mmm,” she hums, her hands in my hair, her legs squeezing around my waist. “You feel so good. So big.”

I open my eyes, unaware I’d shut them. She’s got her head thrown back, her dark hair splayed around her on the bed, and she’s smiling. With the smudged dark makeup and the piercings, she looks like a fallen angel. My angel.

No holding back now. I thrust deep, burying myself to the hilt. She groans with pleasure, her hands drifting back to my shoulders. I do it again, loving the look of her breasts bouncing, those pointed nipples peaked and perfect. I drop my mouth to her breast, arching my back as I drive into her.

“Yes,” she pants, her arms falling to the bed, framing her face. “God, I love the feel of you inside me. So full. You’ve got a gorgeous cock.”

I laugh, popping off her tit. She’s grinning too, blissed out from the orgasm I just gave her. I have to taste her. Need her smart mouth on mine. I bury my tongue between her open lips, needing to fill her up everywhere.

She moans into the kiss, and we tongue fuck, her arm around my neck. She snakes her other hand down, gripping tight to my ass. Her nails scrape over my ass cheek, and I groan, increasing the speed of my thrusts.

At the first clench of her pussy around my bare cock, I’m done. My entire body sparks like a stick of dynamite. Growling deep, I break our kiss, my hands grabbing her thighs. I want more. I want to be buried in this girl so deep when I come. I want to be part of her. I lean back, working her hips and thighs until she’s all but folded in half, her legs on my shoulders, toes pointed in the air.

“Ohmygod—ohmygod—” she screams, her mouth open as she pants.

Her pussy is clenching me so tight. This girl is my new everything. She’s so responsive to me, so perfectly fuckable. I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her in place, keeping her squeezed tight, and I pound the ever-loving fuck out of her.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she cries. “Oh god, I’m right there—you’re so deep—”

“I know, baby—I know—god—” I’m a trembling mess, my dick slamming her, owning her, as my hips give her everything I’ve got. My heart is racing. I can’t hold on any longer. Damn, I wanted her to come again first. “Baby, I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” she cries. “Come inside me. Ahh—” She squeezes me again. “Now—”

And I do. My back arches and I cry out as I unload inside her tight pussy. It’s the most incredible feeling, and she takes all of me. She’s squeezing me so hard, and I know she’s coming too.

I shiver, feeling the last twitch of my dick deep inside her. Beneath me, she’s panting, her chest rising and falling. We’re both sweaty and shaking. I loosen my hold on her legs and they fall boneless to the bed. The change in angle makes my dick twitch again.

I pull out of her and we both groan. My body feels airless, like suddenly I’m a flat tire. I don’t even bother trying to roll away, I just sink down on top of her between her thighs, my face pillowed on her stomach.

She sighs contentedly, her hands going to my hair. I shift slightly, grunting in a post-sex haze until I can get comfortable. She settles back, her peaked nipples happy to have the tent of my hands on them. She drags her fingers featherlight across my scalp and I let out a heavy breath.

Outside the windows of the hotel room, the storm rages, rain lashing against the glass. Thunder still rumbles, but it sounds farther away now. The lights of the city glow as late afternoon begins to feel like night.

“Stay with me tonight,” she murmurs. It’s not a question.

“Yes.”

As if there’s anywhere else I’d rather be?