Heartless Player by R.C. Stephens

Twenty

Wolfe

It feels so good to hug her and kiss her. When she told me she hadn’t had sex since high school I froze. She doesn’t get around, which I assumed, but more than anything, she trusts me. No one trusts me. Not even my family, so her putting her faith in me means a lot.

I coax Rebel’s mouth open with my tongue and reach under her shirt and run my palm over her breast. “If this is too much and you only want to talk, that’s okay too,” I say, not recognizing my own voice. But Rebel isn’t some bunny who’s here for the street cred.

“I want this,” she says softly, and her breath tickling my lips and those words do something to my insides.

I claim her lips again hungrily, and she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back. The kiss is filled with so much passion it makes me heady.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” I tell her.

She hesitates.

I realize this must have to do with her prosthesis.

When I glance at her, she frowns.

“What is it?” I ask.

“You know I lost a part of my leg and foot,” she says.

“I thought I could still lift you to the bed with your legs wrapped around me.” I give her what I hope is a gentle, understanding look.

“You can. It’s just…” Her teeth dig into her bottom lip. “Isn’t it weird for you to touch my prosthesis? It was so weird for me when I first got it.”

“It’s not something I’ve dealt with before,” I mumble, trying to figure out the right thing to say, knowing what a sensitive topic this must be for her and accepting that this is another way she is trusting me with her insecurities. Something presses against my chest and I feel this overbearing need to protect her, to take away her pain.

“And it doesn’t bother you?” Surprise and maybe disbelief lace her tone.

“No, it doesn’t bother me. I think you’re beautiful.” I reach out and caress her face. “And I think your body is smoking-hot and you have the best tits.” I grin. I want her to know that I see so much more than her prosthesis. “And it kind of helps that I really like your personality and how nice you are to people and helpful too.”

“Stop,” she says, lifting a hand. If it weren’t so dark in the room, I would guess that she’s blushing.

“Why? You don’t like compliments?” I reach back under her shirt and tickle her.

She squirms away.

“I’m just not used to them,” she says shyly.

“Well, you should be used to them.”

“Easier said than done,” she scoffs.

I can’t help but wonder what type of accident she had that resulted in the loss of part of her leg, but I know it isn’t my place to ask. That info will have to come from her when she’s ready—if she ever is.

“Well, let me show you just how hot I think you are.” I pepper kisses on her lips.

“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” she asks as her body melts into mine. We are so good together. We match.

“I figured we could take things slow,” I say softly. “I can start by kissing you here.” I kiss her just below her ear. I trail soft kisses down her neck. Her head lolls to the side and I feel goose bumps erupt on her skin. I lick a trail and suck on her neck.

“What are you doing? You’re going to mark me?” she says playfully.

“Maybe I want to mark you.” My dick pulses at the thought. Instead of lifting her with her legs wrapped around my waist, I swipe her off her feet sideways.

“Wolfe,” she chides, but her smile is wide and she laughs.

“You weren’t comfortable with wrapping your legs around me and I need you on that bed, so I figured this way was easiest.”

She smiles and our gazes hold. I forgot to tell her she has the most beautiful, kind eyes I’ve ever seen too, but I hold back because maybe I’m giving her too many compliments. I don’t usually compliment chicks. I like to stick with “you’re so hot, babe,” but Rebel is the whole package. And the way she makes me feel? Well, the words just pour out unplanned.

I lay her gently on the bed and watch her throat bob.

“Don’t be nervous,” I tell her.

“I hope I still remember what to do.” She laughs anxiously.

“Every other time has been really good between us, hasn’t it?”

“It has,” she agrees.

I stand up and take off my shirt and then my attention is back on her as I lean over and kiss her. Her fingers come up and tangle in my hair. I use my arms to support myself above her and, like always, the kiss grows heated fast as those sparks ignite between us.

Her hands rub up and down my back, and I reach under her shirt and tweak her nipple through her bra. It puckers beneath my touch.

“We need these clothes off,” I mumble against her lips before lifting her shirt over her head. “Your bra too.” I unclasp it. She helps me remove it and throws it onto the floor. Her nipples stand to attention as I lower my mouth to her right breast. I lick the hardened bud and listen to her breaths increase in pace.

“That feels good,” she says, pressing her chest into my mouth.

I move to the other breast and suck and nip as she moans softly. She plays with my hair and it turns me on more. My cock presses painfully in my jeans, but I want this moment to last and I want to make her feel amazing.

I slowly kiss down to her navel, licking my way lower. When I reach the top of her jeans, I pop the button and lower the metal zipper.

She helps me shimmy them down, but then she sits up to help me completely remove them. “This is so embarrassing,” she says. “Sometimes the jeans get stuck over the prosthesis.”

“It isn’t a big deal to me if that’s what you’re worried about. I just want these off so I can get a taste of you and have you naked beneath me.” I hope she hears the sincerity in my voice.

“You’ve been really unexpected.” A soft look enters her eyes.

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. I thought you’d be this jock who only has his head on the game and doesn’t care about much else other than getting laid,” she explains. “That’s an awful assumption. You’re so much more. You’re kind and accepting. Not to mention very nice to look at.” She grins.

“I don’t know how kind I am. My life sometimes feels like one big clusterfuck, but lately, it feels like things are finally going my way, and not only with hockey. I like spending time with you, Rebel, and I’m really looking forward to being inside you.” I run my hands lightly up her thighs.

She moves herself up the bed. Having her completely naked in front of me drives me wild with lust, but I can also tell she’s been hurt and trusting me is a big deal. I want her to feel good, confident. I want her to see in herself what I see.

“Then what are you waiting for, hockey player?” She grins mischievously, laying her head on the pillow. She extends her hand to me.

I quickly take off my jeans.

“The boxers too,” she orders.

When I lower my boxers, my cock is engorged and stands against my belly. Rebel licks her amazing lips. I climb on the bed, but this time, I go for exactly what I want.