Page 49 of Only for Tonight
“You wake up with your pussy aching for me?” he quizzes me, stopping beside me, one hand still working his cock, the other coming to my nipple as he rolls it. I can’t help but close my eyes and moan. “You fuck yourself in your bed?”
“Yes,” I tell him, trying to make myself come, “and then sometimes in the shower.”
“Greedy,” he teases, his hand moving and then I feel it on my clit, moving it side to side. “I can’t stop myself from touching you,” he says as my wet fingers join him to play with my clit. “Going to have to fuck you in the morning when we wake up,” he declares before he moves his fingers down and slides two into me. “You’re soaking.” His voice is so thick. “I want to fuck you so bad.” His finger moves so fast in me it’s like the only string he was holding on to is snapped. “You want my cock to fill you?” he asks me and my hips move up to meet his thrust. “Pound into you over and over again?” His fingers rub over my G-spot. “Paint your pussy with my cum?”
He pulls his fingers out to my clit, rubbing it roughly as I moan out loudly. “Your pussy squeezes my fingers.” He moves his fingers up and down in me. “Strangles my cock.” His fingers curl on my G-spot and my hand moves to my clit. I’ve never felt this way before. “Every single time I’m in you, I can’t wait to get back inside you.”
“Jaxon,” I moan as he pulls out of me and moves to my clit again, this time going side to side. “I can’t take it.” He puts his fingers into his mouth to taste me and then rams two fingers back into me. It happens the minute he presses his fingers up, I’m gushing all over his hand.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, fingering me as I moan out my release. I’m almost at the end of the orgasm when he slams his cock into me. “Fuck,” he hisses out as he pounds into me not soft, not gentle, but like his life depends on it. “Ariella,” he says my name but I’m too far gone with another orgasm to answer him. I arch my neck and tighten my legs on his hips as he comes inside me. He collapses on top of me and then turns us to the side.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and so fast in my life. What are you doing to me, Ariella?” He looks down at me and I don’t know what to answer him, as he wraps me up in his arms. “One thing I know”—he looks down at me—“I’m happy you’re finally fucking here.” He bends to kiss me and I close my eyes for just a second. “I’m going to go and get you a rag and then we can go to sleep,” he says, moving away from me.
“I need to go to the bathroom anyway.” I get up with him and follow him to the bathroom. I clean up with my eyes half open, and the minute my head touches the pillow, with him holding me, I finally drift to sleep.
“The car is going to be here to pick you up at six thirty,” he states. “You have your pass in the bag?” I point to the bag as he slips on his suit jacket. “I’m going to have someone take you to the box.”
“Don’t you have other things to worry about, like I don’t know, getting in the zone?” I ask him as I sit in the middle of the bed. The jersey that was in the bag is now on my lap. “Preparing for war.” He comes over to the bed and puts his hands into it before smiling at me.
“Give me a kiss and I’ll go.”
“Are you asking me or telling me?” I don’t say more because his lips are on mine.
“See you after the game, and you can totally snoop if you want.”
I gasp, “I’m not going to snoop.”
“I would totally be snooping,” he replies, and I get off the bed and walk with him down the stairs. “Make sure I put my scent on everything you have so if you bring another guy home, he knows.”
“You’ll put your scent on everything?” I question him when we get to the garage door. “You know I’m bringing home a guy and not a dog, right?”
“Ariella, your answer should have been I’m not bringing anyone else home.” He glares as he pulls open the door and I walk to him, getting on my tippy-toes and kissing his neck as he reaches around and grabs my ass. “See you there, beautiful.” He kisses me quickly, his tongue sweeping my mouth before he’s in his SUV. “Don’t play with yourself while I’m gone,” he says out of the window.
“How else am I supposed to put my scent on everything?” He laughs as he puts his hand out to say goodbye to me and the door closes. I shake my head, going back upstairs to get ready.
The car drops me off at the gate and there is a man waiting for me. “Ms. Weber,” he says and I nod my head as I follow him. “Welcome.” He extends his hand. “My name is Dave and I’ll take you to the box.”
“Thank you,” I reply as I step inside a black steel door and go to the elevator. The sound of the roaring crowd can be heard. “Guess they took the ice,” I state, remembering all the times I went to see my dad play. We get into the box and I look around and hear a gasp, “Jesus.” I see Zoey with a glass of wine in her hand. “What in the world are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here?” I retort, pointing to myself. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here with Gabriella,” she mentions her cousin and my mouth hangs open. My father and her father are best friends. They played together back in Edmonton before we were born.
“If it isn’t the other Riella,” Gabriella says, laughing. She looks me up and down, seeing me wearing the jersey he got me. She immediately turns to me and gasps when she sees his name. “I think we need to talk.”
“It’s—” I hold up my hand, not sure what to say.
“You guys dating?” she asks me and I look at Zoey, who just sips her wine.
“I don’t know what you call it,” I admit to her and I feel a bit off. “We’re?—”
“Banging,” Zoey cuts in, “for now.”
I close my eyes as the little flutter happens in my stomach. “We’re something,” I admit and know that we are going to have to have a very uncomfortable conversation soon.
eighteen
Jaxon
