Behind the Net: a grumpy sunshine hockey romance

MY HEART BEATS SO HARD I can hear it. Jamie reaches for a condom from the bedside table, and once he’s rolled it on his thick length, he positions himself at my entrance.

He hesitates, watching my reaction, and I smile, because Jamie’s sweet, kind, and caring. My hips tilt against his in encouragement, and his jaw is tight as he pushes inside me, searching my eyes for any sign of discomfort.

Oh god. A moan slips out of me as I stretch around his thickness. He’s careful as he slowly feeds his cock into my body, and every swear word I can think of flickers in my head at the pleasurable ache between my legs.

“So fucking tight,” Jamie manages. He’s only halfway in.

“It’s been a while.” The pressure grows, and I gasp as he hits every nerve inside me.

“There you go.” His voice is a low, comforting murmur, but his eyes flash with heat as he keeps pushing. His hand drifts to my breast, toying with my nipple as he slides in farther.

The sensation of him inside me is mind-bending, DNA-altering, and we’re both shaking.

He bottoms out, and my thoughts fall out of my head. Sensitivity courses through my body, radiating out from where we’re joined. Our hips are pressed tight against each other, my legs wrapped around his waist, and another moan of pleasure slips out of me as heat races up my spine. God, he smells so good.

“Good girl.” He brushes a lock of hair off my face. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” His voice is strained, and a flush spreads across his cheekbones. “You okay?”

I nod, meeting his eyes, and his gaze is hot, desperate, and admiring, all in one.

I’m already addicted to him looking at me like that.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I say, but it’s mixed with a moan. “It’s really tight.”

“Mhm. I know.” His cock throbs inside me, and my breath catches as I ache around him.

“I was right,” I whisper, and he arches a brow at me. “You’re a little too big for me.”

His mouth slants into a wicked grin, and I bite my lip. “I’ve been thinking about this for so fucking long, Pippa.” He presses a soft, intimate kiss to my lips, and his hair brushes my forehead. “Are you ready for me to move? We can stay like this as long as you want.”

He’s trembling above me, and with how hard he is inside me, I know he’s holding back. Even like this, he’s so controlled and careful. I tilt my hips against him, inching back and forth on his cock, and just the small movement has me dizzy with need.

“Ready.”

He pulls out, slowly, so torturously slowly, before he pushes back in. I moan at the delicious ache, and when he bottoms out again—so fucking deep—I gasp.

“Good?” he manages, neck corded.

My nod is vehement. “Good. So good. Again.” I’m not even putting full sentences together. That’s what Jamie Streicher’s dick does to me.

He thrusts again and we both groan.

“Holy fuck, Pippa.”

He strokes in and out of me with care until I adjust, then he finds a faster pace. Watching him move over me with that clenched jaw is fascinating, with that gorgeous, cruel mouth, those deep green eyes that burn hot for me. I don’t even want to blink.

Being fucked by Jamie Streicher is a religious experience. Pressure swells inside me, but the pleasure is deeper, lower, a slower build than when Jamie’s mouth was all over me earlier. Instead of a sharp peak of sensation, the feeling expands throughout my body. My body doesn’t even belong to me in this moment—it’s all his. And he’s wielding it exactly how he wants.

“I can’t believe how good this feels,” I gasp, and he falls into a faster, more punishing pace. The heat behind my center intensifies, and my world narrows down to me and Jamie, here in his bed, connected like this.

He was there for me today at the recording studio. He’s been there for me all along. My throat works as I gaze up at him. Emotion surges inside me, mixing with the climbing heat and pressure between my legs, and I might reach heaven before we’re done here.

It’s never been like this before.

“Pippa,” Jamie grits out, and it seems like he’s losing control. “I need you so bad. I’ve always needed you.”

The expanding base of pleasure spreads, and I’m close. I’m so fucking close.

His eyes glaze but he won’t take his piercing gaze off me. “You think you can come again?”

I don’t have the capacity to say god yes, so I just jerk a nod, and his hand drifts between us, stroking my clit while he watches my reaction. So watchful, this guy, in every aspect of his life. So careful with me.

A fresh wave of arousal floods between us, and as he touches my clit in that perfect fucking way of his, so soft and fast, my muscles tighten around his thick cock.

“I’m almost there,” I manage as my back starts to arch.

“Yes,” Jamie urges me with a wrinkle of focus between his brows. I’m still climbing, the pleasure is still rising, and I feel suspended. Jamie’s thrusts are turning erratic. “You’re there. I know you are. Show me. Need to see it.”

My body pulls taut as the intense waves start, radiating out from where Jamie drives into me. My pussy spasms, gripping him like a fist, and my legs shake around his waist as pressure bursts low in my belly. I hear a high moan, gasping, Jamie’s name, and I realize it’s me. I’m falling, clutching his hard chest and shoulders as I come, repeating his name over and over again as I tear apart at the seams. I’m vaguely aware of the fire in his eyes as he watches me lose my mind, the pleased, dark look in his eyes as I shatter around him.

Later, I’m going to write a song about this moment—being so connected to someone, feeling like nothing exists but me and Jamie.

His expression turns agonized, incredulous, and pained, and I feel him swell inside me.

“Fuuuuck.” He buries his face in my neck. “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

I reach up and lightly scrape my nails down his back. The pleasure has peaked inside me but I’m still shaking, still riding it out as his hips rock against mine.

“Coming.” His voice is thick as he pounds into me, and I memorize the moment when Jamie Streicher gives himself over to me completely. He groans, fucking me so hard my breasts bounce, until his thrusts slow and his breathing turns deeper.

Nothing has ever felt so real and right.

“Holy fuck, Pippa.” His mouth is against my neck, breathing me in, and I trail soft lines up and down his chest, his arms, his back.

He presses a kiss to my cheekbone, and I’m floating.

His mouth meets mine, and we smile against each other’s lips.

I can’t believe I ever thought I couldn’t have this.