What If I Knew You (Anaheim Stars Hockey #3)

9. Bodhi

CHAPTER NINE

BODHI

C orri’s apartment isn’t much once we get inside. It’s a beautiful space, and it’s actually in a building I know to be relatively upscale. I only know this because it’s one of the buildings I looked at before Coach Hicks suggested I move to the complex where most of the team lives. Her place is very sparsely decorated but there are several moving boxes scattered around the entryway. I guess when she says she just moved back to the States, she meant it. The only thing I know about her apartment is that the kitchen area flows into her living room, and I only know that because I can’t keep my eyes off her. I watch her hips sway in her dress as she crosses the floor and I ogle when she bends over slightly to find the switch to the lamp.

She’s fucking mesmerizing.

Once she’s done she weaves through the boxes back to me.

“I’m uh…” She clears her throat. “I’m not exactly sure of the best way to start this. I didn’t exactly write a lesson plan.”

“Me either,” I admit anxiously. Tonight wasn’t something I could prepare for. It’s not like I could open a textbook and study all the ways I could potentially pleasure a woman. Though I understand the internet is full of wild ideas, I didn’t want to give myself any preconceived notions on what someone like Corri might like. Or rather what she might think are the important parts for me to learn.

Staring at each other in the middle of her kitchen, I notice how she tends to bite her bottom lip.

She’s nervous.

Just like me.

I have to put her at ease.

I have to do something.

Anything.

With a fluttery feeling in my stomach, I finally offer, “What if I uh…maybe I kiss you again?”

She nods and shakes her hands out nervously. “Yeah good idea. We’ve already proven we’re good at that so we’ll let that lead us.”

“Good idea.”

“Yeah. Agreed.”

Smiling at her beautiful if not slightly flustered face, I whisper, “Here I go.”

“Okay.” She closes her eyes waiting for me and rather than second guess myself, I lean in, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her against me, and press my lips to hers. She immediately relaxes in my hold and kisses me like it’s something we’ve been doing together since the dawn of time. The curve of her mouth, the way her lips separate, the way a tiny little moan comes from her as our mouths move together.

Damn.

Corri is fire and kissing her might just be my new favorite thing.

She fists my sweater as I hold her face in my hands, angling her head for better access, and dip my tongue into her mouth. She meets me stroke upon fucking stroke and Christ, this girl’s mouth is like a little piece of Heaven. If she can kiss like this I can only imagine what her mouth can do when it’s wrapped around my cock one day.

Jesus. My cock just stiffened in my pants.

“I think it’s time for your first official lesson,” she boldly murmurs between kisses.

“I’m all yours, Corri. Show me. Teach me. Tell me what to do.”

Her lips parted slightly, breathing against my mouth, she takes my hand and slowly moves it to her breast.

Holy shit, my hands are on her breast.

“Touch me, Alan.”

I fold my hand over her rounded breast, palming it and rubbing my thumb over the silky fabric of her dress, feeling the taught peak of her nipple. She hisses in a breath and I immediately let go.

“Sorry! Sorry. I’m sorry,” I tell her with my hands up in front of me. “I didn’t mean to hu?—”

“No, no, no,” she says, shaking her head and grabbing my hand again with a soft giggle. “That was a good sound.” She brings my palm to her breast again. “It felt good and I liked it.”

“Oh. Good. Amazing. I mean you feel amazing. In my hand.”

“Good. Keep going. I have two breasts and you have two hands.”

I nod and whisper, “Right.”

Bringing my other hand up, I hold both of her beautiful breasts in my hands. I don’t know what makes me brave enough to do it, but when I make eye contact with her she smiles at me. “Good boy, Alan. It’s okay to squeeze. I’m not going to break.”

Fuuuck. Me.

She called me a good boy and now all I want to do is make her feel like fucking magic so she’ll say it again. I back her up against the wall as I fondle her breasts, slipping my thumbs over her nipples simultaneously and smiling when her head falls back against the wall and she moans. “Yeah…God that feels good. You’re a quick study.”

“I aim to please, Corri.”

I fucking aim to please.

“My dress,” she gasps. “Untie my dress.”

The tied fabric isn’t a far reach for me. When I wrap my hand around it she steadies me and says, “Slowly. You don’t want to just yank clothes off and come across like a horny toad. Well…” She considers her words. “Okay sometimes you do but for the sake of this lesson, take your time. Savor your partner. Make her feel like she’s the only one you desire and that peeling her clothes off and admiring her body is one of your greatest pleasures. I promise it will make her feel special. You can consider it delayed gratification.”

I nod as I lazily pull the tie to her dress. I keep my eyes on Corri’s, noting the quickened pace of her breathing and the way her chest rises and falls with each breath she takes.

My touch is affecting her.

And that is affecting me.

At the last pull of the tied fabric, her dress falls open and I allow my eyes to drop.

My God.

She’s perfect.

She’s wearing a pair of dark red lace panties and a matching bra that pushes her breasts up like two of the softest round melons I’ve ever seen.

Hmm.

A green dress and red lace undergarments…

She’s like the perfect Christmas gift.

And suddenly I feel like a kid in a candy store. I just want to touch it all. Refusing to take my eyes away from her gorgeous tits, I drag my fingers across her shoulders and slowly pull her dress down her arms until it falls in a pile on the floor. Finally, I lift my eyes locking with hers and lick my lips before I say, “You’re fucking gorgeous and I am one very fucking lucky man.”

The smile that beams back at me makes something in my chest swell as she grabs my face and kisses me again. Her hands make quick work of my sweater, which makes me chuckle given the explicit instruction she gave me to go slow, but I don’t give a shit. Her hands gliding up my pecks and across my bare chest is hands down one of the best feelings in the whole goddamn world.

Her touch alone makes me want to come just standing here in front of her. I’ve never had a woman touch me the way Corri is touching me and it feels so fucking good.

“Bedroom,” I nearly growl, picking her up and walking her out of the kitchen.

She smiles and giggles. “End of the hall.” She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I carry her down the darkened hallway and into her bedroom. When I sit down on the edge of her bed, she’s straddling me, and I can feel the heat of her lace covered pussy. She leans back slightly and switches on the bedside lamp. When she does her beautiful body is illuminated in a soft glow.

She gives me a teasing smirk and murmurs, “Now let’s see if you can take off a bra.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Reaching around to her back I fiddle with the clasp to her lacey bra. I try pulling them apart like magnets but that doesn’t work so I try maneuvering things another way. I twist and turn, all the while Corri is chuckling because I’m on the bra struggle bus.

“What the hell is this magic?” I grunt, trying but failing to separate this damn thing. “You know what? Fuck it. I can afford to buy you twenty more just like it.” In one tight yank, I rip the fabric apart. Corri’s mouth falls open but she smiles.

“Well, that’s one way to get the job done.”

“I mean it. I’ll buy you a new one. And ten more to go with it. But right now, I really want to see your body.” I drag the straps of her bra down her arms and wait patiently as she slips her arms out of it and then she flings it to the floor, her bare chest now on display for my viewing pleasure.

“Fucking Christ,” I murmur as I bring a hand up the side of her torso and over the top her breast.

“Alan,” she sighs when I touch her and my dick twitches underneath her.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Am I?”

“You know you are.”

“You want to know something else?” she asks as she nibbles my earlobe.

“What?”

Whispering into my ear she tells me, “I’m even prettier when I’m coming.”

Her sexy confidence turns me the fuck on. “Is that so?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well, this I need to see, so tell me how to make it happen.”

“I could ride your cock just like this. I can feel how hard you are.”

She does feel incredible sitting on me like this.

“Is that what you want?” I ask her, knowing I would absolutely do any fucking thing to help her get off because if there’s one thing I need to do before this night is over, it’s watch Corri orgasm in front of me.

“I want to come by the touch of your hand, Alan,” she says to me. She stares into my baby blues and whispers, “And my legs are already spread for you, so what are you going to do about it?”

What am I going to do about it?

“Well, if I have anything to say about it, I’m going to glide my fingers through your slick pussy and you’re going to tell me what feels good.”

“Good boy.” She smiles. “I like the way you think.”

“I just need to do one thing first.”

Her brows furrow slightly. “What’s that?”

I bring a hand to her breast again and lower my mouth over her nipple. “This,” I say just before I suck her nipple into my mouth and circle my tongue around it.

“Oh, my God!” She groans and bucks against my stiff cock.

Fuck that’s too good.

If she keeps that up, I’m going to lose control.

“Yes, Alan. That feels amazing.”

With a slide of my other hand, I sneak a few fingers between the lacey fabric of her panties and her warm wet center. “Fuuuck, Corri.” I coat two fingers in her arousal, reveling in the welcomed softness of her body. “You’re so wet.”

“You made me that way,” she breathes. “That’s how turned on I am for you. Now put two of those fingers inside me and then curl it up like this.” She makes a come-here motion with two of her fingers. I do just as she instructs, finding her opening and sliding two fingers inside her pussy.

Holy fuck this is…

Mother fucker she’s warm.

And wet.

And tight against my fingers.

“Oooh God, yeah,” she moans as her head falls back. “Nice and gentle.” Her lips separate as she gasps once, twice, three times and then bucks against my fingers. “Now move your fingers in that same position but as if they’re riding a bicycle.”

I move my fingers inside her slowly and she moans a little louder. “Yes, Oh my God, yes. Just like that. Now press your thumb against my clit until I come.”

Press on the clit…

Okay…

With my…

Where exactly is the…

Hmm.

If I were a clit where would I be?

Is it down here near my other fingers?

Yeah…inside her, I think.

Has to be.

Wait no. That can’t be right.

Why would she tell me to use my thumb if I already have fingers inside her?

Isn’t it at the top somewhere?

Here clitty clitty…

Oh fuck. Don’t be stupid Bodhi.

She’s naked and waiting.

I’ve got to give her the clitty clitty bang bang or I’ll never be able to look her in the eyes again.

Fuck, I should’ve looked at a diagram before tonight.

Why can’t I find this thing?

Why is it such a mystery?

Thank God the guys aren’t here to see this.

“Here,” she says softly, her hand grasping mine. She places my thumb on top of a small mound just under her pubic bone. The moment my skin makes contact she gasps. “See? Just like that. You’re doing great. The trick is to not stop touching her clit no matter how much you’re turning her on. The clit is where the nerve endings are. You find her clit and she’ll be putty in your hands, Alan.”

“Like this?” I ask, coating my thumb in her arousal and then rubbing it over her clit in small circles.

She gasps a breath and nods. “Exactly like that. Fuck! Please, whatever you do, don’t stop.”

For extra bonus points, I lean down and pull her nipple into my mouth again and she cries out, bucking against my hand.

“Yes! Fuck! Yes! Please, Alan!”

“God, You’re beautiful like this.”

She moves across my cock as she rides my fingers and it’s all I can do to keep breathing as my cock presses firmly against the seam of my pants.

Fuck, I’m not going to last like this.

It’s too good.

She’s fucking riding me.

And I’ve sucked on her pretty pink nipples and her tits are bouncing in my face and holy shit this is too ? —

“AUNNNNGH! FUCK!”

Corri wraps her arms around my neck, holding on for dear life, as she rides me until she’s screaming, “YES! YES YES! Oooooooh fuuuuuck. Yesssss.” She has a death grip around my neck when she orgasms. I wrap my arms around her and smooth my hands up and down her back while her body settles and she comes back from her high. The feeling of her breasts against my bare chest is surprisingly intimate.

And I really fucking like it.

“That was…” She pants. “That was unbelievably amazing.”

“It absolutely was.”

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

I chuckle against her body, tightening my hold on her. “As I just fucking lost control and came in my pants, I’m going to answer that with a resounding yes.”

Guess I can’t win them all.

But then again…pretty sure I was a fucking winner tonight.