Scoring the Player Page 12

  As he slides inside me, inch by incredible inch, he loses his concentration on his assault on my breasts for a few seconds.

  “Ah fuck, yes, Kin. God, I missed you. You feel so fucking tight and incredible,” he rasps out, wrapping his arms around my body, holding me tightly to him as I start to bounce myself on him. We’re chest to chest, skin on skin, staring into each other’s eyes as the connection between the two of us deepens. I can feel the tingle starting to form in the base of my stomach; my orgasm is going to crest any moment.

  “That’s it, baby, chase it. I want you coming on my cock,” Brian whispers to me, sensing the change in my body. He leans back, changing his angle to take over thrusting, as my body is losing strength to do so myself. He pounds his hips into me, his pace frantic and hard. The moans and noises falling from my lips urge him on as my body reacts to his. My orgasm rips through me and I fall forward, landing chest against chest. He never stops thrusting, as he chases his own release moments after mine. As I feel his body let loose, another wave of my orgasm hits me hard, and I cry out in ecstasy.

  We both lie there, panting, coming down from our orgasms. We remain wrapped up in each other for I don’t know how long, just enjoying being back in each other’s arms.

  I finally break our connection, sliding off Brian’s lap and out of bed, so I can go to the bathroom. He follows me in, discarding the condom and waiting for me to finish.

  “What time are we meeting for dinner?” I ask, back in the bedroom, as I search for my discarded thong. I locate it, and pull it back on, along with my jeans, then grab one of Brian’s t-shirts to slip over my head. Brian pulls out some clean boxers and a pair of basketball shorts, slipping them both on before following me out to the living room. I scoop up my bra and shirt that were discarded out here. I take them back to the room, tossing them on the bed to deal with later, before returning to the living room.

  “We’re meeting everyone at seven, so we still have a few hours,” he says, patting the cushion next to him, where he has taken up residence. I sit down, relaxing into him. He puts his arm around me, wrapping me in his embrace.

  “Did you want to do anything before then?” he asks after a few minutes.

  “Just spend time with you. Is there anything you needed to get done? I know today’s your only day off, so if you’ve got things to do, we can go.”

  “You’re the only thing on my agenda today,” he says, kissing my neck.

  “Mmmhmm,” I moan.

  “Do you want to watch a movie? Or we can go back to bed for another round?” he asks, hope evident in his voice.

  “I could go for either; however, I’m also a little sleepy and could go for a nap, so I have energy for tonight.”

  “I could be persuaded to take a nap. Especially if it can be a naked nap,” he says, nipping my ear.

  I stand, offering Brian my hand. We head straight for the bed, losing our clothes again. We slip beneath the sheets, meeting in the middle, as he wraps me in his arms. I quickly drift off to sleep, feeling the safety and warmth of Brian surrounding me.

  Dinner with our friends is always a great time. Seeing Becca again brings me such a peace, and I realize I get that same feeling being around Brian. Murph brought Madison along, so he didn’t feel like the fifth wheel in the group. She is a real sweetheart. I can absolutely see something brewing between the two of them. It’s so obvious they are trying to ignore it, and I wonder if they’re worried about crossing the friendship line.

  Becca and I made plans for my time here and while we’re on the road with the guys. We head for Vegas the day after tomorrow, and while we’re there, we have a spa day booked, as well as a show one evening. The guys will be busy with the All-Star events, and while we plan on attending some of them, we plan to skip the ones they aren’t participating in.

  After hours of drinking, eating, and enjoying each other’s company, we finally call it a night and head our separate ways. I’m a little tipsy by the end of the evening, and feeling pretty good by the time we make it back to the condo.

  As soon as we make it inside, I jump Brian, quickly directing him to the bedroom. We only have so many days together, and I don’t plan on wasting any of our time together.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Brian

  Having Kinley back with me has been just what I needed. We arrived in Vegas today; she and Becca are off doing girl stuff while Scott and I go check in with the All-Star event. The activities don’t actually start until tomorrow, but they wanted everyone here today to get checked in and make sure they know when and where they need to be for each event. Tomorrow, there is a huge fan event, where we’ll be signing jerseys, pucks, and other random items, along with taking pictures and visiting with those that come out to the events. I have always enjoyed meeting the fans, never forgetting that their support is why I still have a job doing what I love. The coordinators of these events do such a great job running them that they keep the lines moving pretty fast.

  Once we have everything we need, Scott and I head back to the hotel to see if our women are back and ready to go. When we make it back, they still aren’t around so I send Kinley a quick text.

  Brian: We’re all finished for today. Scott and I will be down on the casino floor. Come find us when you’re back.

  Scott and I head down, going straight to a high-limit blackjack table. We sit down, pulling out our players cards and cash that is exchanged quickly for chips.

  “Good evening, gentlemen,” the dealer greets us.

  “Evening,” we reply.

  “Ready to start?”

  “Ready when you are.” I place my bet on the table.

  The dealer deals the cards, and Scott, the lucky bastard, hits a blackjack on his first hand. I don’t have the same luck and bust, losing my money.

  The next few hands seem to bounce between good and bad for me. I win some, I lose some. Scott is still killing it, raking in the chips. I don’t think the fucker has lost one hand yet.

  With a short break in the play due to a dealer change, I check my cell and noticed a missed text from Kinley.

  Kinley: Hey, we’re on our way back. Have some stuff to drop in the room and then we’ll come find you guys. See you soon. Xoxo

  Brian: Hey, just seeing your text. We’re playing in the high-limit blackjack room.

  I put my phone back in my pocket and place my bet, now that we’ve got a new dealer. With this new dealer comes a winning streak for me that I’m loving. I’m up a few thousand by the time Kinley and Becca make it down to join us.

  “Hey sexy,” Kinley says, hugging me from behind, placing a kiss on my cheek.

  “Hey, beautiful. How was your afternoon?”

  “It was great. We did a little shopping, but mostly just walked around, window shopping. How was yours?”

  “Good. We got our schedules for the next few days, and have been playing since we got back. I’ve been on a roll since I texted you,” I tell her, as I win another hand. “Would you like to play with us?”

  She looks over the table, to the sign showing the hand minimum. Since we’re in the high-limit room, the minimum on this table is $200 a hand. Her eyes go a little wide before she replies. “No, I’m good. This table is a little out of my comfort zone.”

  “If you want to play, you can use some of my chips.” I kiss her temple. “I don’t mind sharing with you,” I say, giving her a wink.

  “I’m good,” she replies, smiling at me. “I can just watch you.”

  “What’s the plan for dinner tonight?” Becca asks everyone.

  “We figured we’d just hit up one of the steakhouses here, if that sounds okay with you ladies,” Scott answers her.

  “I’m good with that. How about you, Kin?”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  “When do you ladies want to go to dinner?” Scott asks.

  “Soonish,” Becca replies. “I’m starving. We ate a pretty early lunch.”

  “We can head out after this hand is over,” he
says.

  After winning the final hand, and shoring up our chips with the dealer, we head to a restaurant our dealer recommended, here in the casino.

  We arrive at the restaurant, finally making it to the hostess stand to get a table. When we checked into the hotel, both Scott and I were given VIP cards, which, come to find out, work wonders in the restaurants. What normally would have been an hour or more wait, ended up taking less than ten minutes.

  After our orders are placed and drinks have been delivered, our conversation flows freely. We go over the event schedule with the ladies, and other plans they have for our time here.

  Dinner is amazing; the dealer really knocked it out of the park with his restaurant recommendation. We part ways with Scott and Becca at our hotel room door, as they continue on to their room, which is just a little further down the hall.

  “Are you ready to turn in, or can I tempt you with a nightcap?” I ask Kinley.

  “I could be persuaded to enjoy a nightcap,” she says, trailing her fingertips across my chest. I cover her hand, holding it still against my chest, and pull her closer to me. I drop my lips to hers for a quick kiss.

  “Do you want something from the mini-bar, or would you rather go back down to one of the bars?”

  “We could go grab a drink from a bar and bring it back here. I was looking forward to showing you what I’ve got on underneath this dress,” Kinley says, shimmying her hips, brushing against me.

  My cock, which was already half-erect, hardens fully, tenting my jeans. I’m all of a sudden not interested in leaving this room.

  “How about a rain check on that drink? Your idea sounds a whole hell of a lot better to me,” I tell her, cupping her ass with my hands.

  “I can see that,” she muses, dropping her gaze to the bulge in my pants.

  Kinley takes a couple steps back, first removing her heels. She slowly lifts the hem of her dress, dragging it up and off her body. She’s absolutely stunning, standing in front of me, wearing another matching set of the lingerie I sent her. This set is all black, with a matching bra – that leaves nothing to the imagination – and panties that are held together with a string so thin, it wouldn’t take much to rip them from her body.

  I take my fill of Kinley standing there in front of me, proud and beautiful, showing off her sexiness. Her confidence radiates off her, making her that much more attractive to me. Knowing she isn’t shy about standing here in front of me like this turns me on, on a whole new level.

  I slowly take a few steps toward Kinley, watching her eyes as the lust fills them. As I stalk toward her, I start shedding my clothes. By the time I’m standing toe to toe with her, I’ve stripped down to my boxers. Neither of us have reached out to touch the other; we’re just standing here, taking each other in.

  I finally reach out, cupping her face as I bring my lips to hers. “You take my breath away,” I whisper against her lips, before I deepen the kiss, taking full control.

  I pace myself, wanting this to last. I don’t want it to be a race to the finish line; I want to savor this experience with Kinley. Something has shifted between us, I can feel it.

  I slowly walk Kinley backward toward the bed, then drop to my knees in front of her, bringing my face more level with her breasts. I drag my hands up her torso, slipping a finger under the front clasp, releasing her bra as I bury my face into her breasts, kissing and biting my way over and around them. The symphony of her moans and encouragement fuel my desire, as I love on her body, taking my time driving her crazy. I know she’d prefer for me to move things along at a faster pace, but tonight, I’ll be doing this at my pace.

  I stand, cupping her ass so I can lift her up onto the bed, spreading her out under me. I grind my cock against her as I bring my lips to hers, making love to her mouth, then lightly trail my tongue over to her ear and down her neck, along her collarbone and back up the other side of her neck. My hand finds its way to her neck, my fingers resting against her pounding pulse point. I’ve never been a fan of BDSM, but feeling her pulse under my fingertips, feeling her body’s response to mine, is intoxicating. I trail open-mouthed kisses back down her body, and the thump of her heartbeat against my fingers increases the further south my mouth descends. It becomes erratic as my lips coast over the lace of her panties toward her core. I can smell her arousal, feel the heat radiating off of her. I suck her clit, through the layer of lace, loving the effect I have on her.

  “Fuck!” Kinley shouts, almost a cry, yet filled with passion, need, desire.

  “You like that, baby?” I hum against her mound, sliding the lacy scrap to the side so I can get my lips directly on her. I lick up her slit, running my tongue around her clit before pulling back so I can rid her completely of the material still in my way. I kiss and bite a trail down her legs, chasing the underwear as they leave her body, then make my way back up her other leg, leaving little love bites along the way, before settling between her open legs.

  I make myself comfortable, planning on being right here for a while, as I’m still set on this night lasting. I want to take my time exploring her body, learning exactly what she likes and dislikes. I want to know everything that makes Kinley tick. I return my hand to her neck, loving that I can tell how she’s responding to different things, simply by the way her pulse races and slows with my movements.

  I ravish her pussy, bring her to the edge, and then back off, not giving her what she needs to crest, prolonging her orgasm so that when she does go over the edge, it’s powerful and intoxicating. When I feel Kinley’s legs tremble with every lick and suck of her clit, I kiss my way up her body before standing to drop my boxer briefs. I grip my cock in my hand, fisting it a few times as I see Kinley’s eyes dilate, watching my every movement. Before I can kneel on the bed, ready to bury myself inside her, she puts her hand up to stop me.

  “Condom.”

  “Fuck.” How could I have forgotten? I’ve never not used one. I head over to my bag, praying that I remembered to put a box in my bag when I packed it last night. “Do you have any in your bag? I don’t think I put any in my suitcase.”

  “No, I don’t have any. Check the mini-bar. I think I saw a box with condoms in it.”

  “God, I hope you're right,” I tell her, stalking toward the mini-bar. Bingo. Finding the box she saw earlier, I tear it open to find a couple condoms, lube packets, mints, and some wet towels to clean up with. I’m sure this “kit” costs about as much as a few boxes of condoms, but I sure as hell don’t want to put clothes back on to go to the gift shop or down the street to the Walgreens. So, mini-bar condoms, it is. Tomorrow, I will remedy that issue and get us a box.

  “Thank God for mini-bars,” Kinley says, as I stride back over to her, condom already on by the time I reach the bed.

  “Fucking twenty-five dollars for the mini-bar condoms. This better be the best sex of our lives.” Leaning over her, looking at her, I lean down and place a kiss on her lips. “I really am sorry for forgetting to pack them. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

  She cups my face, and I lean into her touch. “I know you didn’t. I’m not mad and really happy they stock them in the room,” she says, giggling.

  Her giggles are cut short as I thrust into her, fully sheathing myself in one motion. I still, allowing us both a few seconds to adjust. My rhythm starts slow, but consistent. Between each thrust, I place a kiss somewhere on her body.

  A breast.

  Her neck.

  Her cheek.

  I lightly bite her nipple.

  Then I suck on her pulse point, possibly leaving a small bruise.

  Another love bite along her collarbone.

  I worship her body, all while slowly increasing my thrusts, doing my best to pleasure her to that point where she will explode in ecstasy.

  I can feel my own release building; the tingle at the base of my spine, then my balls tighten up. My rhythm picks up speed as I pound into Kinley. Moans of “More, more, please, Brian” are on repeat, falling from her lips.


  As I feel the walls of her pussy start to flutter around my cock, I increase my speed and force, not quite sure where the new burst of energy is coming from as I push her over the edge.

  Kinley’s cry as pleasure overtakes her body is what I was hoping for, times a thousand. She is breathtakingly beautiful when she falls apart in the throes of her orgasms, and this one is the most beautiful and powerful she’s had with me yet.

  I want to relish in this moment, as she falls apart underneath me, for as long as I can, but her spasms around my cock have me quickly falling over and apart from my own orgasm. I can feel my release, ribbon after ribbon of cum filling the condom, as my body releases what feels like every last drop it can possibly have stored.

  I drop down, doing my best not to crush her. I’ve not got an ounce of strength left in my body to keep myself up and off her, so as soon as I feel my cock start to soften, I pull out of her and go dispose of the condom, coming back with a warm washcloth to wash Kinley up. I crawl into the bed, pulling the covers over the both of us. Kinley is still lying where I left her, sated, and enjoying her post-sex rush of endorphins. I wrap her in my arms, pulling her head against my cheek.

  “Do you want to just sleep, or would you like to take a shower first?” I ask.

  “Sleep. I can shower in the morning,” she finally manages to tell me.

  “Good night, sweetheart. That was amazing. You’re so beautiful when you let go and just feel.”

  “You do that to me. I’ve never felt so comfortable with someone else as I feel with you.” Kinley snuggles in closer to my side. “Good night,” she whispers, as sleep overtakes her.

  I lie there with Kinley, and everything in my life finally feels perfect. I’ve got the woman who I love – holy shit, I just realized that I love her – in my arms, I’m at the top of my career, I’ve got family members who have my back through anything, and a group of friends I couldn’t have handpicked better. It’s funny how finding all these things can lead a man to his knees, and bring him the clarity he never thought he’d find.