I'm not normally a curser, but it's the only thing I can think of as Tyler eases me back to the edge of the bed, until my toes hang off the edge, and he’s standing behind me. I look back over my shoulder and see him pull off his shirt, his muscles swollen and gleaming in the hotel lights, and push down his jeans, his cock springing out to bounce before he grabs the shaft and steadies himself. “One last chance… are you sure?”
“As sure as I've been about anything in my life,” I reply, smiling. “Make me, truly and forever, your woman.”
I look down between my legs, seeing my breasts dangle down onto the sheet, giving me an upside down view as Tyler steadies himself and the thick, blunt head of his cock starts to spread me open. It's different than ever before, this feeling of his heat, his skin, and I force my eyes to stay open as he slowly pushes in, each perfect inch opening me up like never before.
Tyler pauses, halfway in, and pulls back, my body trembling and almost coming just from the feeling of his pure, naked cock halfway thrusting in once. Tyler puts his hands on my waist and pauses before driving himself, all at once, spearing me open and sending me into paradise. I've never felt it this way before, so warm, so connected, so… perfect.
Even Tyler pauses once he's inside of me, and I raise my head to look back over my shoulder again to see him staring at the heavens, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open in awe as our bodies connect in a way that we've never done before. He stays that way for nearly a minute, just absorbing the moment, and when his eyes clear and he blinks, looking into mine, the grin that spreads on his face sends delicious chills down my spine.
Tyler pulls back and thrusts again, his cock lighting up my body, and we are soon going at each other full speed, his hips driving hard and fast while I push back into him, adding my own force and strength to every bit of his, our hips coming together in thunderous slaps that sting my ass and I love it. I love every inch of his cock filling me, I love the feel of his balls slapping me in the clit every time, but most of all, I love the feel of Tyler, my man, joining with me.
We're going so fast, racing toward the climax we both need, but it holds off, keeping me grabbing and tearing at the sheets underneath me, my nipples dragging on the bed, Tyler groaning in want and need for release. We're both caught, unable to come, but there on the edge.
“Tyler . . . I love you!” I scream, motivated by something deep in my heart, and with his next thrust, I feel it, the cracks in the wall spreading, and with one final thrust, I'm driven through into the biggest orgasm of my life. Tyler cries out as well, and I feel him swell and explode within me, and I collapse into the bed, fully content.
Afterward, Tyler curls me up in his arms, our naked bodies still pressed together. I smile as he kisses my neck. “Even you can't recover that fast, not after coming like that.”
“You might be surprised,” Tyler whispers. “But you’re right. Let's get some rest. I’ve got an angry coach to deal with tomorrow.”
Chapter 17
Tyler
“You got yourself arrested.”
It's not a question, more like a statement of fact, and as I look over at Coach and Mr. Larroquette, I can see them already getting ready to not believe whatever I'm going to say.
“Yes. I was arrested.” I'm sitting in one of the two office chairs on this side of the GM's desk, the scabs on my right hand hidden under my left. There isn't much bruising, but the knuckles themselves are ugly, brown with ugly scabbing. I hadn't noticed it last night, but then again, I was distracted by other things. There is some pain though, which worries me.
“On assault charges.”
“Yes.”
Mr. L. sighs and runs his right hand through his rapidly receding hairline. I wonder if he does that all the time, which is why his hair is in full scale retreat up his skull. “That's two fights you've had in less than half a season, Tyler. This is one that brings the League into it as well.”
“I understand that sir, but I didn't throw the first punch.”
“Yes, Miss Gray has told me as much,” Coach says, “which is why you're not getting suspended immediately. We've talked with the League offices in Montreal, and while they've suspended and fined you according to League policy, those punishments are being delayed until the court case is settled.”
“So in other words, if I cop a plea or get found guilty, I'm going to be suspended and fined.”
“Actually,” Mr. L. says, “if you're found guilty, you're going to be fired. Clause twenty-eight in your contract gives the team the right to terminate your contract with no penalty if you are found to be in violation of Canadian criminal law.”
Shit. I knew I should have read that contract more closely, not that I would’ve thought that through in the moment. “Sir, I understand that you're angry, but I didn't do anything wrong. He swung first, he was being abusive to April, and I didn't just jump on him. In fact, once he was down, I backed off.”