Chapter 15
Jordyn
Chase’s hands on my ass pulled me up and down on his cock. I straddled him, my fists planted into the mattress on either side of him, riding him, riding him hard. Sensation coiled inside me, swelling and spreading through my body. I was super sensitized, prickling, quivering, my heart tripping.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned.
I lowered my face to his, resting my nose alongside his, our hot breath mingling. Our eyes met and held, and the intimacy of it was nearly unbearable, hot and powerful and consuming.
He bent his knees and fucked up into me, driving hard, and I couldn’t stop the stream of moans that emitted from my throat as sharp sensation built inside me. He squeezed my ass cheeks then wrapped his arms around my back, one hand sliding into my hair, holding me tight against him. His breath was harsh, his mouth open.
I pushed up straight.
“Oh yeah. Look at those sweet tits.” He fondled my breasts, squeezing and shaping them, plucking at both nipples. Intense pleasure rocketed through me.
Then I was airborne, being lifted off him and swung around, onto my hands and knees. Behind me, he nipped at my butt cheeks with lips and teeth, then licked over my flesh. “Oh God.”
“Love this sweet ass.” He gave one cheek a little tap, then lifted my hips and buried his face into my pussy from behind. It was shockingly wonderful, a heady exhilaration flooding my veins, tightening the coiling heat even more.
“Chase, oh my God, Chase, I can’t stand it…”
He licked more, over my clit, and my legs shook. Heat cascaded over my body, burning my skin. My head spun.
“Fucking sweet,” he muttered. “I could eat this sweet pussy all damn day.”
I trembled more, my arms giving out, and I collapsed onto the bed, my ass in the air, Chase’s mouth still there, taking me higher and higher. I pressed my face into the duvet of Chase’s bed, my lungs on fire, my body straining toward release. Yes…yes…there it was. My cries muffled in the bed, sensation exploded, pleasure slamming me, weakening me. Chase drew it out so long I thought I might die from the ecstasy.
Eventually his mouth slowed, and he pressed soft kisses to my pussy, then my butt, then the small of my back, and then he entered me. As always, he filled me so exquisitely, and my pussy throbbed around him, still so sensitive, my orgasm continuing in small pulses and waves of heat. It was the sweetest agony, endless, beautiful bliss as Chase slid in and out, gripping my hips.
He lowered himself over me, kissed my upper back, swept my hair aside, and kissed my neck, then pressed his mouth to my shoulder. He drove into me in rapid, rough strokes, his breath harsh in my ear. Another explosion detonated inside me, softer but still potent, and then he came too, pressing into me in longer, deeper strokes, groaning his ecstasy.
We collapsed into a sweaty heap, panting, his weight heavy on me, but so welcome and warm and lovely.
“Goddamn, Jordyn. Have I told you how much I love your pussy?”
I huffed. “Um, maybe.”
“Can’t get enough of you, gorgeous girl.” He kissed my cheek. “Never enough.”
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“That’s so weird that nothing showed up on the MRI.”
Curled up together in his bed a while later, Chase ran a hand through my hair, sending tingles cascading all the way down to the backs of my thighs. “It is.”
“But something’s wrong. You’re not imagining it.”
“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m inventing physical symptoms to try to justify why I’m playing so shitty.”
“What the fuck?” I lifted my head to peer at him. “What kind of bullshit is that?”
He grinned. “I don’t know. It sounded good.”
“But seriously. What now? They have to figure out what the problem is.”
“The team doc is referring me to a specialist. At the Mayo Clinic.”
“Whoa. Really?” I stared at him with wide eyes.
“Yep. In Minnesota.”
“Oh. When will you go there?”
“I think I’ll wait until the season is over.”
I straightened, then pushed up to sit. Chase’s gaze dropped to my bare breasts, where he’d just had his hands and mouth all over me. I pulled the sheet up and tucked it under my arms. “No.”
“Huh?” He lifted his gaze to my face.
“You can’t wait that long.” I bit my lip. “You need to go sooner and find out what’s wrong.”
“It’s not life threatening.”
“How do you know that? You don’t know what’s wrong!” My voice was rising, agitation twisting my insides.
“It’s okay, Jordyn, I’m fine. Really.”
He thought I was being a drama queen. I could tell. I curled the edge of the sheet between my fingers. “Chase. You’re not.”
His jaw tensed. “What does that mean?”
“It’s getting you down. You’re not happy about how you’re playing. You love hockey, and yet I get the feeling you dread every game lately.”
He regarded me with narrow eyes and tight lips. “Look. Even if they figure out what’s wrong, there’s not going to be a quick solution. If I need some kind of surgery, I’ll be out for months probably. I can’t do that.”
“Better to be out for months than forever.”
He heaved a long-suffering sigh, obviously annoyed at my persistence about this. My stomach tensed. I probably shouldn’t push him like this. He’d gotten angry last time.
We were sleeping together, but it wasn’t really my place to tell him what to do about his health and fitness. He was a professional, and he must have known how far he could push his body.
I hoped.
“I wish you would go to the Mayo Clinic sooner,” I said quietly. “I know it’s not my business, but I do care about you and I think you’d feel better knowing what’s going on.” I dropped my gaze to the duvet on his bed.
“It’s my body and my decision.” His sharp tone felt like a hot knife between my ribs. “You say you care, but what you really mean is, you only care if I do what you want me to do.”
My head snapped up to stare at him. “What the hell does that mean?”
He shrugged, his eyebrows joined above his nose, the corners of his lips turned down. “What I said. People only care if I’m perfect. If I do what they want.”
My mouth fell open. I tried to make sense of this. “Are you saying I’m using you for something?”
“Everybody’s using me for something,” he muttered. “Jesus.”
I searched his face, still contemplating this. Now I was angry too though, that he’d accuse me of that. “What. The. Fuck.” I threw off the sheet and slid off the bed. “You are such an asshole.”
I grabbed my clothes from where I’d tossed them onto the chair. I briefly considered getting dressed there, but that was awkward since we were both furious, so I stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. For good measure, I flicked the lock.
I dropped my bundle of clothing onto the granite vanity and stared at myself in the mirror. Oy. I had bed head and kiss-swollen lips. Pink marks adorned my neck and breasts, reminding me of how much pleasure Chase had given me in bed last night.
How had things deteriorated into a fight so quickly?
My bottom lip pushed out as I pawed through my clothes, finding panties and bra, then my jeans and sweater. With trembling hands, I dressed. I used Chase’s hairbrush to smooth my wild strands, then turned to the door, my chest tight, my heart racing. I leaned my forehead against the cool wood for a few seconds, gathering up my courage to walk out there and out of his home. And probably his life.
Should I apologize to him? I didn’t really understand why he was so upset, but then again, I’d been accused a few times of meddling in people’s lives, trying to tell them what was best for them or what to do. I wasn’t trying to take control; I was worried about him.