6. JT

CHAPTER 6

JT

There’s a gorgeous naked woman on my lap, and all I can think about is how glad I am that my teammates dragged my sorry ass out tonight.

Well, okay. That’s not all I can think about. A sizable portion of my brain is fixated on the curve of Maggie’s waist, the swell of her hips, and the way her body’s gripping my cock every time she sinks back down on me.

Her hands are braced on my shoulders, her tits are brushing against my chest with every up and down motion, and this bathtub is suddenly the greatest place on Earth.

She grinds herself against my base, and the friction is in-fucking-credible. Needing more of it, I fill my palms with her ass and guide her through a series of quick, staccato thrusts before burying myself to the hilt.

Her blue eyes shutter closed as she lets out a sound that has my balls tightening.

That’s it. That right fucking there. Maggie’s gasps of pleasure tell me exactly what she needs. She wants me filling her up, taking her deep. But there’s no doubt she craves the drag of her clit against the root of my cock .

It’s my fucking privilege to give her exactly what she wants.

I keep my left hand on her waist and move my right hand to the juncture of her thighs. At first, I tease, ghosting my knuckles across the little landing strip of hair. One look at her pretty face, and I can tell I’m on the right track. She’s biting her lip, and her cheeks are flushed. She wants my thumb on her clit. She wants me to rub her just right as she fucks me good. She needs the sensation in both places. She needs the overstimulation so her mind can let go and her body can surrender.

That’s exactly what I’m going to give her.

Eventually.

First, I want to play a little.

My fingers trace her pussy in slow strokes. Too slow, I’m guessing, since she leans into my touch, eager for more.

I keep my pace but let my fingers get wet with her arousal before resuming the lazy pattern.

Maggie’s kissing me, and my brain wants to know why we can’t do this all the time—like All. The. Time.

Who needs sleep? Not me.

Food? Overrated.

Hockey? That’s a sport, right? I’m the…goalie?

Every brain cell I’ve got left is focused entirely on Maggie’s pleasure, and not just because it means her inner walls will choke me with the world’s most delicious vice grip.

This woman is beautiful when she laughs. Fucking stunning when she smiles. Cute as hell when she’s nervous. In the throes of ecstasy? I might not be able to stand it.

But I’m willing to try.

I’m so locked in on Maggie and her pleasure that I nearly miss the barely perceptible jiggle of a door handle.

What the hell? I locked the door .

My memory means nothing to the intruder, who pops the lock with ease. My brain goes into crisis mode, and I reach out and whip the shower curtain closed with about two seconds to spare.

Maggie goes still, her face frozen in fear. I can’t lie, I’m not looking forward to the moment this drunken frat boy peels back the shower curtain and discovers us. But panicking hasn’t helped me out of a tricky situation yet, so I push all the worry out of my mind and do my best to remain calm and still.

It’s a challenge, given the fact that I’m balls deep in a very naked, very beautiful woman right now.

I mouth the words, “Don’t move,” and Maggie freezes.

That’s a good thing, even if my dick is screaming at me right now. There’s much less chance of our intruder (hey, we were here first) noticing us if we stay put and keep silent.

There’s just one problem. The human body is constantly in motion. I know this for a fact. Doesn’t matter that we’re both frozen stiff right now. The rise and fall of her chest, the flutter of her eyelids, the way her tongue darts out to lick her lips. All of those tiny, undetectable motions combine to drive me a little crazy. How is my cock getting harder when we’re stuck like some erotic statue?

The human body really is constantly in motion, I guess.

This guy is taking his good old sweet time. I can hear the hiss of a zipper, but it stops suddenly after only a second or two.

Shit. Did I make a noise? Can he see our shadow through the thin curtain? I hold my damn breath until I hear the zipper again. Jesus, did he doze off mid-zip?

He begins to do his business, whistling a happy little tune all the while. I feel like I’m in a freaking Disney movie, except for the part where we’ve been interrupted mid-fuck by a drunk guy who’s pissing a goddamn river.

I’m beginning to wonder if he’s pouring something from a jug until I hear the hiss of his zipper once again. Thank god. The faster he leaves, the faster I can get back to taking care of Maggie.

She’s staying still…mostly. Her arms are locked in place, her torso rests on mine. She’s barely even blinking. But her inner walls are squeezing me tight and then releasing. It’s the best fucking trick ever, but it’s shredding my control.

And I’m known for my control.

It’s fucking legendary, and this blonde beauty is decimating it by the second.

I’ve never been so grateful to hear a toilet flush.

He turns toward the door and wobbles a bit. I know this because he reaches for the shower curtain to steady himself. If we were at the hockey house, it would be game over. The shower rod would have come tumbling down, and I’d be lucky if the nasty-ass shower curtain offered us any protection. In a feeble attempt at chivalry, I turn Maggie’s head toward the tile wall and shield her upper body with my arms. It’s not much, but if we’re caught, at least Maggie won’t have to worry about a stranger leering at her tits.

And no, I don’t count as a stranger.

I brace myself for impact, but it never comes. The guys at Kappa must have money. Or at least their alumni do. Their shower rods are built into the wall. That’s some high-class shit.

“Toad!!!” A voice from the hallway carries through the door, and it’s not just any voice. It’s my teammate, Ollie. Shit . I’d bet money he’s been caught naked in a bathtub with at least one other person, so it’s not judgment I’m worried about. I’m just over the interruptions. And no, this isn’t my house or my bathtub. Or even my girl. Not yet, anyway. But dammit, we were here first.

Ollie bangs on the door, and for a second, I’m sure it’ll swing open. Luck’s inching back over to my side, though, because Ollie stays out in the hall. “You done takin a piss?” his voice calls.

“Yeah, yeah,” Toad mumbles. He must reach for the door because I hear the handle jiggle. Thank fuck. We are almost home free. Just a few more seconds and?—

“Oh my god. Wash your freaking hands!” The indignant cry comes from Maggie’s pretty, pouty lips and while I respect her stance on hygiene, she’s about to get us kicked out of here. Naked.

I’m calculating where our clothes are and which are the most important ones to grab. Maggie’s shoes are fucked, so I’ll give her my slides. They’ll be giant, but at least she won’t cut her?—

“Shit. Sorry, Ma,” Toad says, sounding like he’s half asleep and still fully drunk. The water turns on and he whistles for a full minute while he washes up. His mother would be proud, I’m sure, but I need him to dry off and get gone. Thankfully, the handle jiggles again, then rattles as he slams the door closed.

I wait a solid five seconds before taking a breath.

Another five before peeking around the curtain.

Maggie’s already leapt into action. Well, scooted into it. Her bad ankle has slowed her down, but it’s apparently no match for her disdain toward germs. She’s out of the tub, and she’s found some disinfectant spray in the treasure trove of a cabinet and she’s aiming it at everything Toad might have touched.

I’m still naked as the day I was born, and so’s she. My hard-on hasn’t diminished, and even though now would probably be a good time to get the hell out of here, I have no plans to leave.

Maggie clearly doesn’t either because she turns the lock before dragging a towel rack over and shoving it under the knob so we’re barricaded in .

“Good thinking. I’m pretty sure that deserves another reward.”

She turns her pretty blue eyes on me. “Lucky me. The last one was pretty spectacular. What do I get this time?”

“Lemme think,” I say, stroking my length as my gaze drifts over her body. Fuck, she’s perfect, all softness and curves. She sits on the edge of the tub and gives me the same lingering look. My cock twitches in response.

“I could put my mouth on you again.” My eyes stay trained on hers as I tap my chest. “You could sit right here and let me have another taste.”

“That’s definitely a possibility,” she says, clenching her thighs. “What’s my next option?”

It’s taking all my willpower not to wrap my hands around her waist and put her right where I want her.

“This one still involves you crawling back on top of me. Just a little lower. Shimmy that fine ass down until you’re hovering over my dick, Maggie. Rub your hot little center over it. Drive me out of my mind. Then sink down onto me and let me work you right back up.”

Her breath hitching, she perches back on the edge of the tub. I lift her back on top of me, loving the feel of her body on mine. It’s a tight squeeze because, well, it’s only made for one person, and it’s definitely not designed for what we have in mind.

“How’s your leg?” I ask. She really should be elevating it. And she definitely needs more ice.

“Never better,” she lies.

“Maggie—”

“It’s fine. Ok, it’s throbbing and uncomfortable. But that just means I need another distraction. Besides, you said I deserved a reward. I don’t plan on leaving without one.”

How can I argue with that? I promise myself I’ll get her back to her friend’s place within the hour and make sure she’s set up with ice and painkillers .

Right now, it’s reward time. I inch back enough to let her legs drape over my body so that her ankles are resting on my shoulders. Maggie’s splayed out in front of me, her full breasts on display. She bites her lip before meeting my eyes. “It’s a tough call, but I pick option number two.”

Gripping my shaft, I drag it along her seam, and holy fuck. I’m closer to the edge than I thought.

“Technically, there’s one more option,” I tell her, my voice coming out on a rasp.

“What’s that?” she asks as she sinks down onto my tip.

“We can keep doing this, and I can smack your pretty ass.”

Her lips part and her cheeks heat. She lowers herself onto my dick and, good god, she’s fucking soaked. Knowing my words have that effect on her is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

“Why would you do that?” she asks, curiosity lacing each word.

Damn, this girl is perfect. Fucking made for me. “Oh, I don’t know,” I say, dragging out the words just to watch her squirm. “Maybe because you nearly got us caught?” I’m smiling because even though I can be a grumpy bastard sometimes, I want Maggie to know I’m not pissed. Turned on? Yes. Up for whatever she is? Hell yes. Having more fun than I can ever remember? Definitely.

“Um… excuse me . He nearly left the room with nasty pee hands. And he touched the doorknob. That’s disgusting!”

I’m still buried deep inside her, and she’s grinding on the base of my dick, searching for release that only I can give her.

“No argument there,” I say, swirling my hips just enough to emit a gasp from her sweet lips. “I just wasn’t looking forward to Toad getting an eyeful of what’s behind the curtain.”

Slipping my hand between us, I circle her clit with my thumb. The pressure is right, but the pace is too slow. I’m driving her mad, and I fucking love it.

“Well,” she pants. “I have no regrets. Germs are gross… Fuck .” Maggie throws her head back, surrendering to the pleasure, but I’m not done with her yet.

“No regrets, huh?” I ask, my tempo slowing even more.

“None,” she answers, chasing an orgasm I’m not ready to give her yet. “But I may have had a mini heart attack when his teammate or frat brother or whatever started banging on the door.”

I don’t correct her and claim Ollie simply because I’m not in the mood for story time. I’m in the mood to fuck. To take Maggie so deep and so hard that she feels me for days.

Maggie sits a little taller and palms her breasts. She teases each nipple, rolling and squeezing. God, that’s hot. I like how she’s calling me on my shit and going after what she needs.

I’m ready, too. So fucking ready. I tap on her clit, the movement deliberate. Her jaw drops and she fucking detonates. She’s squeezing me so hard that I can’t take it. I rock into her, spilling into the condom. My release goes on forever. It’s that fucking good. I can still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, and goddamn, I’ve never had sex like this. I’ve never had a connection like this.

It doesn’t even feel real. Hell, maybe I ditched my guys after all. Maybe I’m back in the hockey house having the greatest wet dream of my life.

If that’s the case, don’t wake me.

Maggie’s sprawled across my chest. We’re sweaty and sticky, but neither of us can summon the energy to move. I’ll get up in a minute, I tell myself. I’ll find a washcloth and clean us up. In a minute.