Page 28 of My One & Goalie
“I want you.” The words are quiet, my heart pounding.
“I want you too. You sure about this?”
I nod. “One hundred percent.”
He reaches over and opens the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a shiny foil packet. Ripping it open with his teeth, he rolls it over his thick cock, pumping the shaft a few times. I massage his balls, feeling the heavy weight of them in my palm.
Xander eases the tip of his cock into me, giving me time to adjust to the stretch, the feeling of fullness. He’s large, much larger than anyone I’ve ever been with, and he’s definitely taking it slow. He pushes in a little further, and my breath hitches.
“Shh, relax, baby. Breathe. That’s a good girl.”
He shoves in deeper still and I feel my body loosen up, accommodating him.
“That’s right, just relax.”
I focus on Xander: the chiseled line of his jaw, the broad, muscled chest, the deep V pointing to the spot where we’re now joined.
He’s all the way inside me now, and there’s no space left between us. Shifting his hips a fraction, he thrusts and it’s amazing. My muscles squeeze and pulse around his thick shaft and he moves faster, pumping into me.
Together we find a rhythm, him giving, me receiving, and the moment’s so intimate tears prick behind my eyes. I’ve never been with a man like Xander before, one who takes his time, sees me.
“Rach, you okay?”
I nod, biting down on my lip as pleasure ripples through my limbs.
This man is worthy of his hockey god status.
He strokes my skin, up and down my belly, cupping my breasts and thumbing the sensitive nipples, riding me the entire time.
“Xander—” I gasp, pressure building in my core.
Knowing exactly what’s happening, he pinches my clit and I cry out. “Oh my god!”
“Come for me, baby girl. That’s right. Be a good girl and fuck me.”
His words flow over me, sending me crashing over the edge. He follows right behind, pumping inside me until he finally stills.
“Fuck, Rachel.” Bending down, he kisses me softly on the lips and I sigh happily. “That was amazing.”
He slides out, rolling the condom off and tossing it to the floor. Then he collapses back onto the bed, pulling me onto his chest.
I wince, a sharp pain flying down my arm as Xander’s thumb presses against one of the bruises Charles left behind after our fight the other night.
Xander frowns, his brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I have a bruise or two. No big deal.”
“Did I do that?” His voice tips up in horror.
“No.” I shake my head, pressing my lips together. “It was Charles.”
Anger flashes across Xander’s face. “That bastard. Did he hit you?”
“No. It’s stupid.” I bite the inside of my cheek, embarrassed.
“He’s stupid, not you. What happened?” Xander smooths my hair and something inside me unlocks, allowing me to be vulnerable and honest with him. Not something I’m used to at all.
“When you left, we argued. He grabbed me too hard, that’s all.”