Kelly Jamieson - Faceoff

Her hands were playful and naughty, rubbing over his ass cheeks, then between, then lower, making him suck in a sharp gasp. When she touched his balls from behind, heat rushed through his body. He tried to rise and turn around, but she laid a hand on his back to stop him.

“Wait,” she said softly. “This is fun.”

Fun, oh hell yeah, wicked sexy fun. She tortured him with her delicate touches on his testicles, firmer caresses on his buttocks and then reached between his legs for his raging hard-on and gave a tug.

“Fuck!”

Her body pressed up against his from behind as she stroked him like that, the coconut scent of sunscreen invading his senses, the bright sun blinding him. He liked foreplay, but not this time. He pulled away from her, whirled around and grabbed hold of her naked body, all shiny from the lotion, hauled her up against him in a move that sent the boat rocking and kissed her hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, mouths sliding, tongues licking, their gleaming bodies gliding against each other.

He turned her around and eased her down onto the seat of the boat on her knees. “This is so crazy,” she said, gripping the back of the seat and glancing over her shoulder at him seductively.

“Crazy hot. Look at you, all shiny and naked.” He moved up behind her and nudged her thighs farther apart, revealing her sweet pussy. “So gorgeous, Kyla.” He drew his fingers up through her slit, testing. “And wet.”

She moaned. He spread her legs wider, one hand pressing on her back, and adjusted her position so he could find her entrance and slid inside, slowly, carefully. Christ, it only got better, hotter, every time. Her head fell back and exquisite pleasure streaked through him as she surrounded him in liquid heat. So fucking hot, scalding his dick. Then… “ Shit .” He went very still, his body pulsing.

“What?”

“I forgot condoms. Fuck! I can’t believe that.”

“You knew we weren’t going to be fishing. How could you forget that?” Amusement tinged her voice.

“I’m sorry, Kyla.” He leaned over her and touched his forehead to her shoulder, fighting for air.

“Do it anyway.”

He went still.

“I’m on the Pill,” she said. “Lord knows why, I haven’t had a date in months. I won’t get pregnant. I always have safe sex.” She turned her head to look at him, one eyebrow raised.

“Me too,” he groaned. “In fact, I haven’t had any sex for quite a while.”

“Really? The hot hunky hockey player with all kinds of women after him?”

“I don’t have women after me,” he muttered.

Her hand reached back and slid over his hip. “I don’t believe that. But never mind that. Fuck me, Tag.”

She didn’t need to ask twice. With another ragged groan he pushed inside, into the sweetest, hottest pussy. “Oh yeah.”

She made hot little sex sounds as he filled her, pumped into her, her hands holding on tightly to the back of the seat. “Oh god, that’s so good,” she moaned. “So good.”

He stroked her butt cheeks, so soft, played a little between them as he had the night before, teasing her puckered little entrance. “I want to fuck you here, Kyla,” he muttered. He heard her sharp intake of breath. “Sometime. Maybe tonight.” A moan fell from her lips. “Oh yeah. Touch yourself, Kyla. I’m gonna come fast, I’ve been hard all day thinking about this.”

She slid her hand down to her clit and rubbed. “I like that,” she said. “You being hard all day thinking about me.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” The words slid out before he could censor them. “Ah hell…” He moved faster, his body bent over hers. He found her breasts and cupped them, squeezed them gently, tugged at her nipples. Then he wrapped his arms around her. She gave a soft cry and her pussy rippled around him.

Sensation climbed, then heat exploded inside him and flowed into her body. He bent over her and sank his teeth into her neck as their bodies shuddered together in a wild and violent climax.

“Holy shit,” he gasped moments later. His thighs quivered. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he swiped an arm across it before slowly withdrawing from her body. He collapsed onto the seat beside her, the vinyl hot under his ass, and reached for her hand. She too fell onto the seat, and, half sitting, half lying, they stayed there holding hands, the softly rocking boat echoing the lingering pulses of ecstasy in his body, lulling his sated mind and body to near sleep in the hot sun.

“Now I can say I’ve had sex in a boat,” Kyla murmured.

He smiled without opening his eyes. “Me too.”

“Like you’ve never done this before.”

“I haven’t. And seriously, Kyla…about all those girls…there aren’t any.”

“A couple of years ago I heard you might be getting married.”

He lifted his head and looked at her. “You heard that, huh.” He stared past her out at the never-ending surface of the water, stretching all the way to the horizon, pure and blue. “Well, I thought I might be getting married too. It didn’t work out.”

“Why?”

“Let’s eat lunch.”

“You brought lunch?” She sat up and reached for her bathing suit. He plucked it out of her hand. “Hey!”

“Stay naked a little longer. This is seriously sexy.”

She grinned. “Fine. But I can’t believe you remembered food, but not condoms.”

“I can’t believe it either. Let’s move up front.” He spread out a blanket and they reclined on it in the sun. He reached into a small cooler bag. “Pastrami on rye. Lemonade. And…” He pulled a bag of potato chips from a plastic grocery bag. “Old Dutch chips. You have no idea how much I miss these living down in the States.”

“Well, there’s one more benefit of being back home.”

“Definitely.”

“So tell me why you didn’t get married.”

Damn. She wasn’t going to let that go. He sighed. “Her name was Jovannah.”

“She’s from Phoenix?”

“Yeah. She manages a clothing store.”

“Mmm.”

He looked at her. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. And you’re right.”

She laughed and picked up the bottle of lemonade. “Blonde bimbo with big boobs? Really? I’m right?”

He couldn’t help it, he laughed too. Maybe Jovannah wasn’t such a sore spot any more. “She wasn’t really a bimbo. But definitely not as smart as you.”

She tossed her hair back and took a bite of her sandwich.

“We were together a couple of years. I thought it was pretty serious. Then I had that knee injury…don’t know if you heard about that.”

“I did.” Her eyes regarded him solemnly, attentively. All her focused attention on him made his chest go hot.

“I had to have surgery. I…well, it was stupid, the surgery went fine, but I was a little freaked out about it and worried that my hockey career was over.” He bent his head and studied the potato chip in his hand. “I don’t know what I’d do if that happened.”

She didn’t say anything.

“So,” he continued. “I guess that kind of freaked Jovannah out too. Because it turned out my career was just as important to her as it is to me. In fact, more important than I was. She screwed around on me with another guy on the team. I guess she was making sure she had a backup plan if I ended up done playing hockey.”

“Bitch.”

He lifted his head. She met his eyes and she wasn’t even smiling.

“Yeah,” he agreed, and tipped the lemonade bottle up to drink deeply. “It was hard because I felt stupid. I should’ve known that’s what she wanted. I learned that lesson a long time ago.”

“What lesson?”