14. Devon

Devon

My mystery woman follows me through the back alley and across the street to my apartment. Some of the guys live further out of Burlington and keep temporary places in the city during the season, but I live here full-time.

It's my home now. I don't think I'll leave, even after retirement. My apartment is in a luxury building, so it's quiet and clean but a little too bright as I lead her through the lobby. As soon as we're in the elevator, I back her up against the wall, my hands slipping under her jersey, itching to take it off.

She smells amazing, as though she showered in her perfume, and I bury my face in the crook of her neck. I want to drink in the smell, and I also want to brand myself on her skin.

The elevator dings when we hit my floor, and she tries to pull away from me, but I keep my hands on her hips, walking her backward and across the hallway. I've never been more grateful to have a room near the elevator.

I kiss her as I grab my wallet from my back pocket and jam it against the handle, beeping the scanner and unlocking the door.

She pulls away long enough to say, "Fancy," before kissing me again.

I smile against her lips and lead her into my apartment, not even bothering to turn the lights on. I know every inch of this place in the dark, and I'm not about to let her out of my arms so I can get us safely to the bedroom in one piece.

She lets out a moan when I press her against the wall, and as my hand travels to squeeze the inside of her thigh, I wonder if we're even going to make it that far.

What I do know is that I can't stand the thought of her in this fucking jersey for another minute. When I tug on the hem, she lifts her arms, allowing me to pull it off over her head.

It hits the floor somewhere behind us, and when I see the pale skin of her chest in the moonlight, I decide the bed isn't close enough. I push her down onto the couch and hover over her, kissing every inch of her skin I can see and nipping at the cleavage that's accentuated by her bra.

Her pink polka dot bra.

"I'm surprised that jersey didn't burst into flames," she murmurs against my lips, making me laugh and turning me on more. I'm usually not into talking during sex, but there's something about this mystery woman that makes it feel different.

"What's your name?" I ask as I reach around behind her, searching for her bra clasp.

"Why? Are you planning to moan it?"

My cock jumps at that thought, and I let out a low growl. She's teasing me. She may have a sweetheart exterior, but she's already making me crazier than any woman in a slinky black dress.

"You know my name," I mutter, sucking in a breath when I finally get the bra undone, and her breasts are bare in front of me. I lean down, tracing my tongue around one of her nipples. "It only seems fair for me to know yours."

"You know, Felson, that's a really good point," she replies teasingly.

My hands go to her hips, and I drag her further down the couch, pushing her skirt up and pressing my cock against her. She gasps, her head falling back against the couch cushion.

I'm pulsing with need for her, and when I reach down, cupping her, I can feel how wet she already is for me through her panties.

"You know my name," I say, my voice just louder than her breaths as she pants in time with my palm pressing against her core. "So say it."

"Chambers," she grits through her teeth, her back arching, those glorious breasts bouncing as she moves through the pleasure.

"That's close," I murmur, moving her panties to the side and slipping my fingers into her wetness. I have to close my eyes and drop my head to her chest—there is nothing more arousing than feeling a woman who's clearly turned on, and with how wet she is, I could get my cock inside her right now.

"Devon! Oh," she gasps when I slip a finger inside her, hooking it, exploring, and trying to figure out what she likes. Her saying my name like that just makes me harder and more desperate to be inside her.

Her G-spot is somewhere around here, and I decide I'll know exactly where it is before she leaves this apartment tonight. I hook my thumb around so I have two fingers inside her, and my thumb is planted on her clit. I start with big, slow circles to see how sensitive she is and what she likes.

When she starts to buck her hips against me, begging for more, a grin spreads across my face, and I lean down, taking one of her nipples in my mouth.

"Oh my god," she murmurs, burying her hands in my hair. "Who knew?"

"Who knew what?" I ask, grinning when I feel her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my back. My cock is absolutely aching to be inside her, but I know better than to jump the gun. By the time we get to that point, I want her begging for it. I need her to want me more than she's wanted anything in her entire life.

"Who knew hockey players might actually know what they're doing?" she gushes, rocking her hips against my hand. "I would have followed you into a bar sooner if I'd known it would be like this."

"So you are stalking me."

I decide I've had enough of the playing around. I want her to come on my fingers, so I add another, loving how she easily stretches to accommodate me. I push into her, hooking my fingers to make her gasp. Her fingers tighten in my hair. I bite her nipple gently, and she rocks her hips against me as I tighten the circle I'm keeping on her clit and apply the tiniest bit more pressure.

She comes undone.

Her arms fly up, hooking around my neck and pulling me down, drawing me in for a kiss. It takes me by surprise. I don't usually kiss during hookups, but the feeling of it, of her tongue sliding against mine while my fingers are inside her and her pussy walls are clamping around them, brings me so close to orgasm that I have to pull away, just to keep from releasing into my pants.

When she's done, breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples peaked, I stare at her with wide eyes. She almost just made me come without me ever taking my dick out.

That hasn't happened to me since college.

She opens one eye, peeking at me, a slow smile spreading over her face.

"Looks like your magic tricks aren't just for the court, huh?"

I grab her waist and back, lifting her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist, and then carry her in the direction of my bedroom.