Ryan

Losing in the regular season sucked. Getting knocked out of the playoffs during our division finals at an away game by only one goal was even worse. The only positive thing to come from tonight’s game was the goal I managed to score at the end of it—and the offer Tamara had made me a month earlier. One I was looking forward to cashing in on tonight.

“Tamara?” I called, walking into our room. We’d gotten the girls an Uber to the hotel since we had to ride back with the team. Cee-Cee was waiting for Jason in the lobby, but Tamara was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t answering my texts, and Cee-Cee’s answer when I asked had been to burst into a fit of giggles and tell me to look for her in our room.

Since I could see the bathroom light from under the door, I headed that way. I made it about halfway across the room when it swung open, and I froze in my spot. Tamara was standing in the doorway, wearing a Cavaliers home game jersey and a pair of white thigh-high stockings. My cock was rock hard at the sight.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growled as I stalked towards her.

“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your jersey.” She pivoted on a heel and my gaze locked on my name spread across her back. My cock hardened further at the sight.

“I don’t mind at all,” I promised. “In fact, you look so damn sexy I think we need a rule that you walk around wearing my name on some part of your body every single day.”

She spun back around laughing, and I pulled her against my chest. “Hmm, that’d be hard to do without starting a whole line of Forrester gear. Jackets, shirts, shorts...underwear.”

My hand slid between us to reach under the jersey and cup her pussy. “I like the sound of my name right over this, marking it as mine.”

“Except nobody but you would ever see them,” she pointed out.

“But I’d know they were there,” I rasped as I lifted the jersey over her head, giving me an eyeful of all the beauty she was hiding underneath it. Those high, slightly rounded tits that fit perfectly in my hands. Her pink, pebbled nipples were practically begging for my touch, so I lowered my head and sucked one of them into my mouth.

“Ryan,” she gasped. Her hands clenched my shoulders, and her head fell back while she thrust her tits higher.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, I wrapped my arms around her lower back and lifted her off the floor. She circled her legs around my hips and held on tight as she lowered her head to brush her lips over mine. I felt the heat of her pussy was hot as it pressed against my abs. I was beyond grateful that we were only steps away from a bed, or else I would have been searching for the nearest hard surface instead of dropping her down on the edge of the mattress.

Desperate for the taste of her, I dropped to my knees and wedged myself between her legs. There was a tiny scrap of light blue lace covering her pussy, and I ripped it from her body, leaving her in only the matching thigh-high stockings.

“You owe me a new pair,” she moaned as I dove down to bury my head between her legs. Her legs widened, and she fell back against the mattress, her fingers clenching the sheets.

I ate at her pussy, plunging my tongue inside her and licking up all her juices. Her cries rang in my ears as her hips began to jerk, and I thrust two fingers in her core. Her wet heat tightened around them, and I flicked my tongue back and forth against her clit until her body tightened up and she screamed my name.

“Ryan! Fuck!”

I licked her through her orgasm but the second it was done, I tore my mouth from her pussy and ripped my clothes from my body. Shoving her further up the mattress, I climbed on top of her and kissed along her jaw as I lined up my throbbing cock with her wet heat.

“I need to feel your tight pussy gripping my cock, baby,” I rasped.

“Need you inside me, now,” she panted, her hips wriggling until I slid an inch deep.

I anchored my arms under her knees and forced them as wide as they’d go. “You ready for me?”

“So ready.”

“Good,” I bit out as I slowly pushed inside. I fought the urge to ram inside her, hoping the slow slide would help me gain control. Instead, it did the opposite, pushing me closer to the edge. “You feel so damn good.”

“Fuck,” she groaned. “You’re going to torture me if you keep going so slow. I need more.”

“Don’t you worry, baby. I’ll give you everything you need,” I assured her as I lowered my head to her tits and took one of her hard nipples in my mouth. Her walls clenched around me when I bit down on it, and I chuckled against her skin. “You like that, huh?”

“Yes,” she hissed, her hands coming to my head to press my mouth against her skin.

“Then I’d better make sure to get this one, too.” I kissed my way to the other side and gave it the same attention. She cried out as I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing out before I rolled her nipple between my teeth. She whined in protest when I let her nipple go with a pop.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“Need your mouth, baby,” I whispered against her lips before I kissed her fiercely.

Our tongues tangled together as my hips bucked against hers. Building up speed, my cock shuttled in and out of her heat. Her core gripped me tight, not wanting to let me go each time I pulled out, and making me fight for it when I powered back inside. Tightening my grip on her legs, right at the bare skin above her thigh-high stockings, I shoved them wider and lifted up on my knees to hammer into her.

“Fuck yes, baby. Come for me. Now.”

Her walls clamped down on me as she screamed my name, her hands coming up to grab my ass and pull me even deeper while she pulsed around me. I only managed one more thrust, and then I buried my cock deep inside her pussy as I came. Jets of come burst from my body, spilling out of her and onto the sheets. When I was done, my body felt like it was wrung dry. I reluctantly pulled out and collapsed on the mattress next to her. We were both panting, our bodies covered with a light sheen of sweat.

“You’re sleeping in the wet spot,” she giggled, rolling into my side.

“Who said anything about sleeping?”

She leaned up on an elbow and smiled down at me. “No rest for the wicked?”

“If so, you must’ve been a naughty girl because I plan on keeping you up all night.”

She laughed and reached over to grab the phone off the nightstand. “I’d better order us some dinner then. We’ll need it to keep up our energy.”

“I could eat,” I answered, trailing my fingertips up her stockings.

She slapped my hand away. “Food and a shower first. Then we’ll see if you still have enough energy left over to go for another round.”

I slid my palm around the base of her skull and pulled her close to claim her lips. When I was done, I rolled off the mattress and padded to the bathroom. “Challenge accepted, baby. I’ll hop in the shower now so I’m ready to eat as soon as room service gets here. And then you’d better be ready for me.”

“Promises, promises,” she giggled.

Three hours later, those promises were fulfilled and she didn’t have the energy left to laugh.

“Damn, I totally forgot that you were supposed to get whatever you wanted since you scored a goal,” she murmured.

I shifted her in my arms to look down at her sleepy face, lids half closed as though she could barely keep them open. Dropping a kiss against her cheek, I whispered, “You didn’t need to remember, baby. You already gave me exactly what I wanted.”

“I did? Was it lots and lots of hot hotel room sex?”

“No, it was you, Tamara. Just you.”

She fell asleep with a smile on her lips, and as I held her tight I promised myself I’d figure out a way to ensure it was a sight I got to see for the rest of my life.