Chapter 5

5

Aiden

My heart is going to beat out of my chest.

I’ve already fallen so deeply in love with Lola, my athlete’s mentality is kicking in. I’m panicking because, just like before a hockey game, I don’t want to lose. Unlike hockey, though, I don’t know what winning with Lola is supposed to look like.

Do I follow every single urge my heart throws at me?

For instance, we’re climbing into a hot shower right now, but I want to drop down on my knees and kiss her toes, kiss her knees, pray to her like she’s a goddess. Is any of this normal?

My chest feels like it’s on fire and I can’t seem to stop touching her. Any part of her naked skin I can get ahold of, my palms skim over eagerly. Her pale, little backside. Those hollows in between her neck and shoulders. Her adorable nose. I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to concentrate again if she’s around. Every inch of her is a distraction.

Is that a freckle on her tummy?

Oh my God. How is she so perfect?

I have to get her pregnant.

I need to.

There is nothing in this world that could make me regret coming in her sweet, suckling mouth except that I missed a chance to make our first baby. Jesus, what she did to me. What she let me do to her. I fucked her mouth like it was a pussy and all she did was moan and yank harder on my ass cheeks.

A groan works its way up my throat.

Am I going to come just thinking about it?

She gave me the best goddamn orgasm of my life five minutes ago and my cock has already hoisted the fucking mainsail again, eager to do some more plundering.

No, Aiden. I have to wait.

I’m worried if I give myself the green light again so soon, it’s going to be more of the same. A beast attacking its prey. She deserves better than that. I have to remember she’s a lady and treat her like one, even if my dick is already full to bursting again. This is the woman I’m going to marry. She’s going to be the mother of my children and I need her to love me back, dammit.

How the hell do I do that?

I follow Lola into the steaming shower while looking down at my calloused hands, as if they hold the answers. I’m quickly distracted by the picture she makes under the hot spray, her red hair plastering to her wet back, the water streaming down her spine and over her tight butt. She whimpers and tips her face toward the silver nozzle, her hands raking up her ribcage, over her tits and into her hair. I’m positive I’m standing here like a drooling simpleton, but I don’t know what else to do. She’s so fucking pretty.

“Aiden?”

My cock smacks off my belly when she says my name. “Yeah?” I croak.

“You play for the Brooklyn Bison…is that where you live? Brooklyn?”

“No, I’m in Manhattan. Downtown. But…” I sigh and pick up the soap, slowly lathering it in my hands. “Photographers are camped at the curb outside my building right now. The scrapes I get into on the ice don’t always go viral like this last one. That’s why I’m worried.”

Lola turns and I’m momentarily tongue tied at the up close view of her mouthwatering tits—and don’t even get me started on that little, red snatch. My senses are so scrambled; I almost take a bite out of the soap in my hands. “You’re worried the league will be harsher on you because the fight was so public?”

“Yeah.” I put the soap on the ledge and run my hands along the slope of her shoulders, down to her sexy tits, kneading them. Gently. Like a lady needs. “It doesn’t matter if I’m the best player in the league, the games need to be family friendly or they sell less tickets. My manager booked me at the last second for the baking show, thinking it might prove to the league I’m committed to improving my image.”

My touch is making her breathe heavily, maybe even distracting her from our conversation, and I love knowing I’m capable of doing that. “I, um…um. That’s nice.” I thumb her nipples and her eyelids droop slightly. “What if you apologize?”

I frown. “Huh?”

“Apologize to the guy whose nose you broke. And the fans, too. On social media.”

“Like Twitter?”

“Sure.” She takes my wrists and backs up, so the shower spray is hitting my chest and rolling downward. If I’m not mistaken, I think maybe Lola is hot to get me wet. So she can ogle my muscles. Damn, I hope so. They’re all hers. She slides her fingers into my chest hair, raking her nails up and down my pecs, turning my cock to engorged steel. This must be fucking paradise. “A public apology would go a long way,” she murmurs. “Didn’t your manager suggest it to you?”

“He probably assumed I’d never go for it. I’m not really the apology type.”

Lola shrugs. “You might be mean, but deep down, you’re just a big sweetie.”

My face warms. Am I blushing?

What the hell is this woman doing to me?

I don’t know, but she can never stop. Ever.

“You make me want to be better,” I say, swallowing hard. “To be worthy of you.”

“Worthy of me?” She seems to be holding her breath, looking up at me through her eyelashes. “I’m a runaway show girl.”

I grasp her arms. “You are my heaven. And I’m going to figure out how to be yours.”

“Aiden…” she whispers, reaching up to cup my jaw. She looks like she wants to say more, but instead, she goes up on her toes and offers me those steamed up lips. I’m incapable of doing anything but fusing my mouth with Lola’s, drawing hard on the kiss, before breaching the barrier of her lips with my tongue. Ohhhh. My God. She melts against me, trapping my dick between our slippery bodies and I lap at her, our slick lips dancing together, tongues twining with mounting hunger. My hands ache for contact with her skin, even though I’m already touching her. There is never enough, but I attempt to feel as much of her as possible, running my palms down her arched back, over her smooth ass, hips, thighs, arms.

She seems to love touching my chest and abs, so I tighten my muscles, flexing them beneath her fingertips and she whines into the kiss, sucking hard on my tongue.

Fuck yes.

I rear back with my right hand, intending to slap her ass, but I curl it into a fist before I can make contact. “Dammit, I’m trying so hard to treat you like a lady.”

“Why?” she says, looking offended.

“You’re a virgin, baby,” I say, wrapping her in my arms and holding her tight, marveling over the way our bodies lock together like two halves of a whole. “I know I’ve never been with anyone, either, but I’ve got two hundred and eighty pounds of muscle to protect me. You’re so young and fragile and perfect…”

Once again, I check the impulse to get down on my knees and pray to her.

Our Lola, who art my heaven…hallowed be thy name…

Her mouth curves into a smile. “Are you praying to me?”

“Yes,” I admit, though I didn’t realize I’d said anything out loud. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I want to worship you and spank that little butt at the same time.”

Her blue eyes deepen in color. “Who says you can’t do both?” she murmurs, turning to face the shower wall, presenting me with two wet, rounded cheeks. I press my hips closer, my cock automatically trying to wedge its way home. Ah Jesus, yes. I could come like this, just rubbing my cock up and down against her virgin asshole. “I’m not a fragile little lady,” she says, looking back at me over her shoulder. “I loved it when you were mean to my mouth, Aiden.”

A groan rips out of me and I lay a rough slap down on her ass, watching her flesh jiggling against my lap. “Fuck, baby.” I dig my fingertips into her hips and jerk her back, humping her like an animal while she struggles to keep balance on her toes. “You make me so horny.”

“I’m horny, too,” Lola whispers, so quietly I can barely hear her over the shower spray. “I don’t even know exactly what I’m horny for yet.” She turns her head and implores me with her eyes. “Show me, Aiden?” She chews her lip, humor making her eyes sparkle. “For hockey?”

I almost bust right then and there, between her lush ass cheeks, but manage to hold back. Don’t come anywhere but in that pussy. Get her pregnant. Do it now. Now.

“Aiden…” she sobs, pushing her tush up into my lap.

And I’m powerless to do anything but reach down, fist my dick and guide it to her cunt, wetting the tip as much as I can with her juices, before squeezing the first few inches into her sweet heat. “Son of a bitch,” I heave, ramming my cock the remaining distance and flattening Lola against the shower wall. Pinning her there. Imprisoning her. I have no choice. She’s strangling my cock, pulsing all around me, and there’s more. There’s more than just the perfection of her tight, tight, tight pussy. As soon as I’m buried inside of Lola, there’s an avalanche of emotion inside of me that robs my breath.

I’m in love with Lola.

I’m obsessed with her.

I’m so fucking obsessed.

I look down in time to watch the last of her virgin blood wash down the shower drain and I kiss her neck softly, forcing myself to calm down. Or I’ll break her in half with the crushing hunger inside of me. She’s whimpering and squirming around, making me want to ram my cock into her sweet body over and over, but my heart keeps me from giving in to the insanity.

For now.

With an arm wrapped around the front of her hips, I lift Lola higher between my body and the wall, cinching back my hips and driving forward, her pussy accepting me greedily. Jesus Christ. She’s milking me from all sides, the feel of her so smooth and hot and incredible.

“Aiden.” Her mouth is open and panting on the granite wall, her dangling feet knocking into my shins. “You feel so good. You feel so big.”

“I’m not hurting you, baby?” I lick water droplets off the slope of her neck. “You’re so small compared to me.”

“That’s my favorite part,” she whispers, glancing back at me shyly, a strand of red hair plastered to her plump lips. “Don’t hold back with me.”

I surge forward with a growl and grind my cock deep, the sound of her cries echoing off the walls of the shower. “You like when I’m rough with you, Lola? You like being my hot little fuck toy?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“I’ll give you that, as long as you remember some things, all right?” I graze her earlobe with my teeth and she seems to love that, her breath catching, her pussy tightening up around me like a vise. My hips move of their own volition, dragging my length in and out of her drenched heaven. Again, again, again. “While I’m fucking you like a dog in heat, understand this: I’ve been given no greater privilege in my life than being inside you. You giving me that cherry? Goddamn, baby, I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive.” I wrap a hand loosely around her throat and press my open mouth to her temple. “I’ll protect you. I’ll love you. You’re safe with me. Can you remember those things while I’m pounding it out?”

She nods vigorously, her body restless, moving seductively against mine. “Aiden, please…I can’t stand all the pressure. Make it go away.” Her eyes are blind when she tosses her head back on my shoulder. “Hurt me, Daddy.”

Her plea causes lust to eclipse my tenderness. An animal howls inside of me, demanding I break my mate in order to make her whole, make her mine. Claim. Claim now. Not bothering to turn off the shower, I rip Lola off the wall and stumble back out into the bathroom, throwing her down on the floor in front of me on her hands and knees, my cock still buried to the hilt. I know this can’t be the right way to take a virgin for the first time, but my instinct has taken over and Lola is arching her back, whining my name, encouraging me.

“Nothing but a horny, little virgin, aren’t you? Look at you. Turned out by a big cock.” I backhand her quivering ass. Slap. “Listen to you, crying for Daddy. Thighs spread, ass up, begging for her next thrust. Oh don’t worry, you’re going to get it, baby.”

I can’t stop myself from falling forward, burying my face in the crook of her neck and riding her cunt from behind with fervor I usually reserve for the final period of a hockey game. I’m sweating, grunting and thrusting, a slave to the siren call of release. My balls are painful and heavy, swinging forward and slapping off her ass, pressure building, building inside me like a tsunami roaring in from the center of an ocean. God, oh God. It’s too good.

How have I survived without Lola?

Mine. Mine.

“Aiden,” she whimpers, her pussy clamping tighter and tighter around my shaft. I want to feel it everywhere when she has her next orgasm, so I reach underneath her body and press two fingers down on top of her clit, growling over the way it swells and vibrates for me. “I’m going to…I’m going t-to come…”

“Jesus, baby. Me too.”

The hoarse confession rips its way up my throat before I even realize it’s true. But there’s something taking place inside of me. Something big. The frustration and tension I’ve been living with since I was young is breaking apart. My balls are tucked up tight to my body, squeezing, getting ready to drain themselves of my seed. It’s nothing like the release that builds when I fuck my own hand, though. God no. It’s like I can feel over a decade of hunger screaming to the surface, toward Lola, the goddess of my relief.

“Lola,” I choke out, my hips starting to piston out of control, my grunts filling the bathroom as surely as the steam from the still-running shower. “Fuck. I’m sorry, baby.”

I flatten her to the ground, my drives turning brutal. Almost violent. I use my knees to pry her thighs wider and I wet hump her cunt, my teeth clenched, my eyes seeing nothing. There’s a part of me that’s well aware I’m fucking her too hard, but with years’ worth of celibacy bearing down on me, I find my palm slapping down on her little ass cheeks, leaving hand prints behind. I find myself burying my teeth into the flesh of her shoulders and calling her filthy names that I’ll be ashamed of saying out loud later.

Despite all that, she climaxes around my pumping dick, the added lubrication from her body making me wild. “Aiden!” she wails, her pussy pulsing rhythmically, her fingers clawing at the bathroom floor.

Indescribable pleasure tears down my spine and twists, loosening something in my belly and my balls erupt, shooting semen up my fatness. Just when I think I can’t get any more animalistic, I ram my cock as far as it will go into Lola’s cunt and hold myself there, marveling over the way I jerk and sputter inside of her.

“Who’s going to have a pretty round tummy in nine months, huh?” I growl against her ear, righteous tension still draining out of me. “Who’s going to be walking around with proof she got down on all fours for Aiden and took his big dick, huh, baby?”

“Me,” she slurs, her body shaking. “Me.”

I have to start thrusting again because the come won’t stop. It’s being pulled from some reserve deep inside of me, and the more I let it go inside Lola, the more contentment settles over me. Finally, I collapse beside her, my jaw slack with awe. For once in my life, I am totally void of any of the frustration I usually carry around. It’s gone. I’m lighter than a feather.

At least that’s how I feel.

I’m still a giant motherfucker and I’ve just banged this sweet, eighteen-year-old innocent into the ground. With a weight in my chest, I pull Lola into my arms and wrap myself around her, laying kisses everywhere I can reach. Her face, her hair, her shoulder.

“Baby,” I say thickly. “Are you all right? I was…I was…” Rough. Mean.

“Perfect.” She turns slightly, so I can see her smile. “Just don’t ask me to walk, mkay?”

Relief and affection melt together in my middle and I vow to treat Lola like a princess as often as possible, so she’ll put up with my nasty side. Hell, she seems to kind of love my nasty side. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I was the luckiest son of a bitch alive, was I?

Not at all.

I’m keeping this girl forever.

I’m panicked at the thought of being apart from her, even for a few minutes.

Possessiveness rouses inside of me and I pick Lola up, standing, carrying her limp body into the bedroom and laying her down gently on the bed.

She winces a little and I want to claw my heart out. She’s sore because of me.

Afraid I’ll only make things worse if my cock gets hard again, I kiss Lola’s forehead and tell her I’ll be right back. On the way out of the bedroom, I retrieve my cell phone out of my pants, tapping it on my palm while pacing in front of the fireplace.

This lightness Lola put inside me is still moving, reaching every corner—and it’s making me desperate to be a better man for her. She suggested I make a public apology to the opponent who I mixed it up with on the ice. That idea would have been laughable to me this morning, before I met the girl of my dreams, but now? I only hesitate a few seconds before opening my rarely used Twitter account and making the statement. The kind a man would make if he were worthy of the gorgeous redhead waiting for me back in bed.

Eager to return to her, I toss aside my cell phone on the couch and stride for the bedroom, my knees weakening at the beautiful picture she makes nestled in the sheets.

“You cured me,” I rasp, moving to the end of the bed and kneeling, walking forward until I’m between her splayed thighs. “Now let me cure you.”

I dip my mouth to her pussy and lick her clit until she forgets the meaning of the word pain, her voice chanting my name into the wee hours of the morning.