Page 18 of Stick Games
No?
Just me?
Get it together, girl.
I moan and stretch my arms above my head as I remind myself of what this is and what it isn’t.
“You good, babe?” He inches up a bit, taking some of his weight from my body, but I kind of liked being trapped by his muscled hardness.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I murmur.
When was the last time I ever felt this relaxed? He winces as he slowly pulls out of me, and as his seed drips from my sex, a warm tingle begins at the top of my head and travels all the way to my toes. I reach for the box of tissues on the nightstand, and Gabe pulls a few free. Instead of wiping himself, he puts his hands between my legs, and with a touch so full of care and gentleness, he lightly wipes me clean.
Alrighty then.
“As much as I like dripping out of you like this,” he begins. “…and fuck, I’m getting hard thinking about my cum dripping out of you all day, I don’t want you walking around uncomfortable.”
Is this man sweet and gentle with all the women he takes to his bed? Maybe I don’t want to think about that. One thing I can’t help but think though, is that on the ice he’s a beast, and I always knew he was kind, but this side of him is just…wow. I swallow and work to find my voice. “I should probably get a shower.”
He nods, and tosses the tissue into the garbage. Should I ask him to join me? Shoot, I’m not sure what to do. The answer is taken out of my hands when his phone pings. He looks like he’s about to ignore it, but then it pings again and a pained expression crosses his face as he snatches it off the nightstand.
He gestures with a nod toward the hall, clearly wanting privacy. “You go ahead and shower. I’ll get one after you.”
I have no idea who’s messaging him—heck, for all I know it’s one of his bunnies back home—but he’s tense again. Perhaps he should join me for a warm shower. Maybe that would help relax him again.
“Okay.” I stand, and it seems so weird to be walking around his room naked. I hesitate as his gaze races over me and I glance back, ready to pull a sheet from the bed to cover myself.
“I’ve been inside you, Millie,” he whispers quietly. “You can walk around my room naked.”
His words are soft and caring, not at all meant to embarrass me, and I really appreciate the warm consideration in his eyes when they meet mine.
I nod and work to steady my wobbly heart. “If I’m not done by the time you finish with your messaging, come join me.”
My lips quirk as his groan fills the room, and he shifts on the bed, pressing his back to the headboard. Forcing my weak legs to work, I make my way to the bathroom. His room is set up the exact same as mine, but being on the bottom floor, he has a swim-up outside, and a great view of the ocean. I turn on the tap and hold my hand under the rain shower. Once it’s warm, I step in.
Shampoo and body wash are provided in containers secure to the tile, but my gaze goes to Gabe’s body wash. I’ve always loved the smell of him, so I pour a generous amount into my palm and begin to lather my body. The fresh citrus scent teases my senses and my stomach growls, a reminder that it’s nearing lunch. After rinsing, I wash my hair, and as I hold my head under the spray, a big warm body joins me.
I smile up at Gabe, and take in his frown. I tense. “Is everything okay?” I ask. He stares at me for a moment, and his tight shoulders relax as I put my hands on his chest. “Gabe?”
He slicks his wet hair back. “Yeah, it’s all good.”
I want to ask who he was texting with, but decide against it. If he wanted me to know he would have told me. “I borrowed your body wash.”
He grins, his mood lightening. “Borrowed implies you’re going to return it.”
“True.” I tap his chin. “How about this? I return it by letting you smell it on my body all day.”
He puts his hand around my back and tugs me against him. “I like that.” Dipping his head, he buries his mouth in the crook of my neck and inhales. “Fuck, Millie, I like my scent on you.”
“I like your scent on me too.” I grin, letting him know I’m no longer talking about his body wash. “I almost didn’t want to wash you off.”
He puts a hand between my legs and lightly strokes my sex. “No worries, I plan to put my scent all over you today, numerous times in fact.” There is nothing I can do to stop myself from quivering in anticipation. “Right now, we need to get cleaned up. I called room service. I thought it would be nice to eat on the deck.” He inches back. “Does that sound like something you might like?”
“Yes,” I answer, loving his thoughtfulness. I squirt his body wash into my palm and rub it on his chest.
He moans, and his voice is deep and rough when he says, “Then maybe we can do some resort activities.”
“Such as?” After I lather his chest, I reach down and grip his semi-hard cock. He groans as I wash him.
