Page 44 of Breakpoint
Dani smiled, and her eyes lit up, which was rare when discussing her family these days. “Mom just hugged me, and my dad said a typical dad thing, ‘Well, at least you can’t get pregnant.”
Jaz smiled along with her. “That’s nice. What was it like growing up with them as parents?”
“It was traditionally unconventional. I had the best of the best: private schools, traveling all over the world. But I could also remember us always eating dinner together every night after my mom retired, and each one of us going around the table and talking about our day. And my dad taught me how to swim in the Mediterranean Ocean or how to ride a bike in our long driveway. I had a happy life.”
“I’m sorry your relationship with them is not what you want it to be right now. But I have faith they will come around, and this is only a blip in your life.” Jaz didn’t know her parents personally, but anyone who had raised someone as good as Dani couldn’t be that selfish and would want to be in her life.
Dani wrapped her arms to her back, and a gentle sigh escaped Jaz’s lips as Dani’s fingers traced the curve of her spine, sending shivers down her skin. “I guess you’re more experienced in these things in life than I am. I hope you’re right.”
The comment about her ‘experience’ brought another issue to the forefront that Jaz had been thinking about quite a bit. “I know I haven’t dated much or really at all, but I wanted to acknowledge the age difference. Age differences like ours can lead to power imbalances in a relationship. I read up about age-gap romances and issues, and I don’t want you to feel like you’ve been pressured intoanything or that I’m being predatory. I wanted to check in and make sure you’re okay?”
Dani smiled and leaned over to kiss her thoroughly. “Thank you for saying that. That’s what makes you special. And I mean yeah, you’re ancient for a tennis player, but you’re not that old, Jaz. And I’ll be twenty-one in a few weeks, and I’ll be considered old too, compared to all these teenagers on tour. And if you recall, I pursued you the whole time.”
She was right, Dani had made all the first moves, but Jaz couldn’t easily just dismiss the age difference; she was almost fifteen years older than Dani. “Would you please let me know if you feel like there’s something amiss or if I’m being patronizing?”
“You mean more than normal?” Jaz shot her an admonishing look and lightly pinched her nipple by way of a response. “Okay, okay. I will, I will. But where is this coming from?”
Jaz returned to her position on her chest, between those two beautiful tits. “Looking back, even though Lena was older than me and she started it, there was a power imbalance because I was her employer. We were never equals, and my needs took the lead in that relationship. I don’t know if it’s what doomed us, but Jaz Mason doesn’t make the same error twice. Business romances don’t end well even under the best of circumstances, and we are doubles partners and...”
She opened her mouth to continue, but Dani pressed her index finger to her lips and corrected her. “Were partners, past tense, there’s no need for us to play together again.”
Jaz looked at her with in mock indignation. “You would drop me that quick? I’m Jaz Mason!”
“Who likes to refer to herself in the third person." Dani laughed. "And to make this work, I would.” Dani smiled, and this time Jaz leaned up to kiss Dani sweetly on the lips. “Okay, but when did you have time to read up?”
“Audiobooks, of course. I listened while working out or before going on the court.”
Again, Dani seemed to be astonished by Jaz’s words today, and it wasn’t even eight a.m. “You listened to self-help books about our relationship and age difference before playing in front of thousands of people?”
She merely shrugged. “I just like to be the best at whatever I do. So study to learn and be better because I really want to be good at this with you.” Jaz didn’t think it was a big deal, learning and being introspective to get better at this relationship thing.
Dani rolled them over so that she was now lying on top of her. Jaz immediately felt a surge of warmth as Dani shifted in between her legs. “God, why is adulting so sexy?” she said before she leaned down and kissed Jaz.
The intensity quickly went to ten. Their hands, possessed by a force of their own, couldn’t resist the pull of the other. She knew her arousal was coating Dani’s thigh that was pressed right against her pussy. Dani’s hand snaked in between them and stroked up and down Jaz’s slit. “You’re already so ready for me, baby.”
But instead of plunging her fingers inside, Dani rolled them over so that Jaz was on top. She lifted her right leg up, Almost to her armpit, which left her pussy and clit wide open and on full display for Jaz. “Holy shit, I guess with youth, comes added flexibility.”
Dani just smirked and reached between them until she found Jaz’s hard, swollen clit covered in wetness. Then she took Jaz’s hips aligned and angled them so that when she descended, their clits made direct contact. Jaz shuddered and almost came right then from the contact.
Dani seemed to barely hanging on herself but whispered seductively, “Let me show you how good this can feel.”
Jaz moved her hips slowly, trying to prolong the pleasure of feeling her like this. After a couple of tries with some moving around to make sure she was hitting the right spots, her wet heat rocked against Dani’s. She used all the strength she had in her shoulders from years of tennis to keep herself upright as she rocked inside her. Dani’s fingers scratched down her naked back, her entire body shuddering at the sensation. Finally, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she picked up the pace, arching and swiveling her hips, trying to hit every spot. Dani gripped her hips and rocked underneath her.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breaths shallow and quick, a sheen of sweat glistening on both of their skin. She relished the way the hard muscles of Dani’s thighs flexed and rippled beneath her. Her abdomen glistened as it tensed and released with each movement. It was intoxicating, a feeling beyond her wildest dreams. She could feel Dani’s leg start to shake. She grabbed hold of it, pushing it higher and opening her up even more. She felt Dani come first, and the gushing wetness that released from her finally sent Jaz over the edge.
That had been a fucking workout. Jaz definitely wouldn’t need a warmup before hermatch today.
They both knew they should move, prepare to face the day. Yet, the magnetic pull of them in a shared space was too strong to resist. Both were playing here in Cincinnati, but only Dani was on court today. Jaz just received word that she had a bye into the next round because her opponent pulled out this morning with an injury. Which was a blessing in disguise because her knees could use the extra day of rest from the pounding they took on these hardcourts.
The sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust dancing in the air, a world away from the pressure and expectation of the tournament grounds. The clock on the microwave blinked nine in the morning, a silent, flashing reminder of the impending commitment that awaited them. The urgent beep of text messages, likely from Tom, went unanswered, buried beneath the soft sounds of their kisses. They stood leaning against the kitchen island, wrapped up in each other. The kisses were slow, their tongues sliding in and out, but no less passionate. She knew Dani had to leave, but she yearned for her kisses. When they were kissing, a part of her Jaz she’d never known existed blew wide open.
Dani pulled back slightly, her breath warm against Jaz’s lips. “I should really go,” she murmured, the words a reluctant concession to the outside world.
Jaz’s hands, usually wielding a tennis racket with ferocious power, were gentle as they traced the curve of her back in that spot that always sent shivers down Dani’s spine.
“I know,” she whispered, her voice husky. She tilted her head, her lips brushing her again, effectively silencing any further protest.
Dani moaned, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through her chest. “Jaz, baby.”
