Unexpected Romance (10 page)

When
he pulled her hand away, fear gripped her. "That's going where?"

"It
will fit don't worry, love," he said, hoarsely. As if he was
being tortured. And she supposed she had been torturing him. She
liked this new power.

She
watched as he got off the bed. He came back from her desk with a box
and a bottle.

"Lube
and condoms."

"Oh
I had some in the nightstand. well, condoms anyway."

She
watched in the dim light, Chris rip open a foil packet and roll the
thin piece of latex over his erection. She longed to stroke him
again, but she didn't want to wreck the condom.

He
rolled so he was on top of her, but it only lasted a moment. Then he
lifted himself so he wasn't squashing her.

She
felt something large, rough and hard probing her pussy. She frowned
and looked to the wall.

"I’ll
go slow. Look at me, Tonya.”

She
wanted to refuse, but he was against hot and heavy against her
opening. She clenched her fists and brought her gaze to his face.

“
This
part is harder than it shows in the movies. It doesn't always line
up, properly." He used his hand to guide himself to the right
spot and pressed inside her. His face was tight with control as he
moved inside her as slow as he could manage.

She
pressed her face into his shoulder to muffle her shout. A shout of
pain, pleasure and surprise mixed. She thought about pushing him away
and running out of the room.

"Okay?"
he asked, frantically lifting his head and searching her face.

She
took a few breaths as her body adjusted, the pain left. Now it just
felt… odd. "It's just… stretching. Feels different
than anything."

"Good
different?" He looked under stress.

"Good
different. Are you okay?"

"Trying
to keep still." She rocked her hips. He grabbed her hips and
lifted them up and thrust. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to
relax. As he took her again and again, her body started moving on
it's own. Moving to meet his thrusts, moving to try to urge him
faster.

The
whole time, she felt a throb fill her body. The throb turned to
full-blown, white-hot pleasure. Then he touched her clit. The dam of
pleasure burst in her body and the floodwaters of orgasm rushed
through her body, infusing her with excitement.

She
gripped his arms, thrusting to meet him, mindless, intent on sucking
all the pleasure from this experience. Slowly her body cooled and he
kept going. Slower this time.

"Ah,
hell," he groaned in her ear. "Do you feel how well we fit
together? Perfect." His mouth sealed over hers.

And
he suddenly, thrust hard, fast.

"Tonya,"
he muttered. He grasped her ass, anchoring her hips against his body.
She felt his body shudder. His hands shook as he lifted them to
stroke her hair and her arms.

As
she realized what had happened, her stomach roiled. What had she
done?

He
rolled away. "Did I squash you?" he asked.

"What?
No. Not that."

"Why
the frown?" He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

"I
don't know." She looked into his eyes. And she felt all her
fears disappear. She felt entirely calm. She smiled.

He
smiled back. He gave her a quick peck and moved over her to get off
the bed.

"Where
are you going?" she asked, the worry creeping back in. Was that
it? Had he fucked her and now he was leaving?

"The,
uh, condom."

"Oh
right, right. I thought… never mind."

His
back was to her but she heard the smile in his voice. "You
aren't rid of me yet, Tonya."

She
let her gaze drop to his ass. Talk about buns of steel. He turned
around and her breath caught.

He
climbed back on the bed. "Most people prefer their real name to
nicknames."

She
shrugged. "I started when I moved. I thought: new place, new
identity."

"Did
you change your ways?"

"Sure,
I become more reclusive. I know a handful of people in the entire
city, outside this house. None of them are people I can really call
up to hang out with."

He
grinned and she gave him a sideways look.

"I
don't like the look on your face," she said.

"Had
I known you felt this way I would have fixed that when I was first
here. I leave in less than two weeks. But I'm sure we can get you out
of your shell."

"I'm
fine with things how they are."

"No,
you aren't, otherwise you wouldn't have said anything."

"Maybe.
I'm not good at talking to people, Chris.”

"You
do okay with me."

"You
wouldn't leave me alone." She couldn't look away from his
beautiful face. She rested her hand on his forearm.

"And
I won't leave you alone this time either. When I go back to B.C.,
you'll know more people than you do back home."

"I
don't need more people. I need a few good people."

"Well,
I'm not so good with that. But we'll try for it. I don't want to
think that you’re lonely here, when I go back to B.C. I'll
never be able to have a good time with that on my head."

"All
right," she said.

He
moved to kiss her, his fingers probing her swollen folds to test the
water. "We'll talk about that later. I think I've had enough
time to recover."

"Already?"
She looked at him wide eyes. "I don't know if I have recovered."

"Give
me ten minutes and see if I can't convince you.

Her
pussy throbbed and she felt a bit raw. He rubbed her clit and her
head lolled. Of course, he did make a convincing argument for trying
once more.

Her
bigger problem was going to be not falling for him. She touched her
lips to his.

It
would be really easy to close her eyes and let herself go over the
edge.

Chris
was on his way back to Tonya when his phone rang. It had been ten
days since their first date. Ten days of bliss. Ten days longer than
he spent with any one partner since junior high. Ten days of waiting
for the end.

He
was near home, Corey's home that was, on the residential streets. he
thought about letting it go to voice mail and listening later.

After
he spent twenty minutes, making her come four different ways, he'd
bury himself so deep into her, he didn't know whether he'd find a way
out again.

He
didn't know if he'd want a way out, and that thought was scaring him
most.

He
pulled over and fumbled for it. "Hello," he said, frowning
at the call display. This was it.

"Chris
Boyd?"

"Speaking."
Why couldn't they have caught him at practice?

"Time
to pack your bags again, son. We're sending you back to Abbotsford."

"When,
sir?"

"Tonight.
Plane leaves at 7:10."

Fuck.
He wanted to kick something, curse something. Curse the ass on the
other end of the phone. He closed his eyes. It was the end of the
season. He'd be free then and he could find a place in the city,
spend the summer with Tonya.

"All
right," he said into the phone. His voice remained deceptively
calm.

"You
did a great job out here. I'm betting next year, you'll find a spot
in the locker room for the season."

"I
can hope so," he said. "It's been an honor being here."

They
did some ass-kissing BS for a minute or four more. Then he excused
himself and Chris tossed his phone on the passenger seat. He drove as
fast as he dared to get home to Tonya.

If
Corey wouldn't kick his ass, he'd keep her in the bedroom until he
had to leave.

There
was one person who would not be upset at Chris's departure: Corey
Porter.

Once
back at the house, he headed downstairs. Tonya wasn't home yet. He
thought hanging out in her room ‘til she got home. He realized
it would be a waste of time. He could pack now and once she got here,
he could pull her into her room, and make love to her until he had to
leave.

He
was half done his clothes, when a shadow fell in his door.

"So,"
they said in unison.

"Go
ahead," Chris said.

"Are
you trying to run away from home?"

He
dropped what he was doing and stepped toward her. He caught her in an
embrace and kissed her. When she pushed away, he caressed her cheek
and lips. He realized she was crying.

"Baby,
what happened?"

"You're
packing. I want to make a joke from it, but you're leaving." She
tried to pull herself way from him.

He
held her tight against him. "You could come with me. Some girls
do."

"Move
thousands of miles for a guy they just met?"

He
sighed. "I guess you are right."

She
tossed her hair. "We knew this was coming. We agreed this wasn't
a relationship."

That
hadn't been a fun discussion either. He'd been dying to ask for
commitment, but it sounded so stupid every time he went to say: "So
hey, we've known each other for less than a month, but since I was
your first, the sex is great, and I really like you, we should date.
And, you know, I'm leaving town indefinitely." What exactly
would date mean once he got back to B.C.? They'd have phone sex once
a week and talk on the phone when they could?

He
shook his head then, as he shook it now. "I know, I wish we had
more time." He bunched her shirt with his hands. "Maybe in
the fall when if I get the big contract everyone keeps alluding to.
Will you wait for me?"

"Only
if you wait for me." She pressed her face into his shoulder and
shook her head.

"Deal,"
he said.

She
laughed, still shaking her head.

He
kissed the top of her head. "I have to be at the airport at six.
So once more? And if you want to join me, we’ll grab something
to eat on the way. It's not your night to cook is it?"

"I
think Nicole has something in the Crockpot. Once more huh?"

His
hand worked into her pants, into the vee of her body, while his
tongue searched her mouth. "Maybe twice, if we have time,"
he said against her lips.

Her
ability to get wet never failed to amaze him. And his body responded
to her readiness, every time he caught even a hint of her arousal.
She was willing to try almost anything. There were a few hard "nos”
for her, but very few. And he'd enjoyed every minute of it. Every
minute of her.

She
tugged at his pants and he complied. When he tugged at hers, she
pushed his hands away. She smiled at him, her face still red from
crying.

As
she knelt before him, her mouth taking him in, deeply, all thought
was lost.

Her
mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. Her tongue swirling his head.
Her moans.

Before
his knees gave way, he managed to hook his hands under her arms and
tugged at her. "Ah god, Tony. I don't want to come like this."

She
sat back and looked at him. "Where do you want to come then?"

She'd
been an apt student when it came to sex. That first night she had
been timid and slightly unsure. She still needed some refinement, but
she was a willing, hell an enthusiastic, partner.

There
was a glint in her eye as she stood and moved toward the bed.

"You
know what I want." He moved toward her.

"Stay
where you are."

He
shook his head. "Why should I?"

She
pinned him with a look. She could master him. She already had. He
held up his hands. "All right." He clenched his hands into
fists as his desire to sink into her raged out of control.

She
kept her eyes on him as she pushed down her pants and climbed on the
bed. She laid back against the pillows and spread her legs. She bent
her knees. It left her pussy completely exposed to him.

He
wondered if he could come without being touched. He started toward
her, but she stopped her hand. “I’ll stop if you come
over.”

She
had trimmed, so her soft pink lips were visible to him. He could see
how slick she was. He smiled proudly. He caused that response. He
wanted to bend his head so he could smell her. Then he would taste
her until she was begging him.

She
used her fingers on one hand to part her lips. Her other hand dipped
into her glistening juices and rubbed them into her clit. Her head
rolled back.

"Tonya,"
he ground out. "I'm dying.”

Her
voice was light. Teasing. "I know. I’m watching you
squirm."

"There
will be payback for this."

She
grinned. "Let's enjoy this moment." She continued rubbing
her clit.