13. Bodhi, What If I Knew You (Anaheim Stars Hockey #3)

13. Bodhi

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

BODHI

W e won our game four to one and I am flying high. Scoring the first point of the game was a highlight for me. It set the tone for the rest of the game, which was amazing if I do say so myself.

Which I don’t because the entire team rocked it tonight.

The moment I scored that goal I pictured Corri sitting in the stands cheering me on like I’ve seen Scarlett do for Oliver. For Ledger too since they’re family. I pictured Corri jumping up and down, a bright smile on her face and that look in her eye that says we’ll celebrate when you get home . And the more I thought about her being there supporting me, the more I realized I really want that. I want someone in my life who cares about me and supports my endeavors. And I want to be that person for someone else. I want to dote on a woman and bring a smile to her face. I want to be the one she turns to when she’s having a bad day. I want someone I can wrap my arms around and snuggle with when I’m at home. I want that intimate connection with a woman. Someone who can look into my eyes and feel loved. Someone who can trust me one hundred percent.

Someone I can call mine.

“Hey Bodhi!” Ella smiles and waves as she walks down the hall. I’m out of my uniform and about to head to the gym for a quick leg stretch. “Great game! And congrats on that first goal. You were amazing out there!”

Her compliment brings a sincere smile to my face. “Thanks Ella. These guys make me better and I love that I can be a help to the team.”

August follows me out of the locker room headed for the gym too but claps my shoulder when he hears my response to Ella. “Spoken like someone who’s learning what we’re all about around here. Proud of you, Roche.”

“I want to be a team player and I also want to be the best.”

“You’ll never be the best as long as I’m around, Pickle Pants,” Griffin teases, messing up my already wild hair. “But you’re alright, Kid. You stretching?” he asks, hitching his thumb toward the gym doors.

“Yep. I’m coming. See ya, Ella.”

She gives her husband a quick kiss and waves. “See you in a bit guys.”

Once inside the gym the three of us head to the exercise bikes to work our legs before heading out.

“You guys going to Jay’s?” August asks, staring at us I in the mirror as we ride.

“Heck yeah,” Griffin says. “I’ve got to find someone to fuck around with tonight or else it’ll just be me and my fist and what’s the fun in that?”

I hear that.

I’m ashamed to say I’ve gotten used it over the years.

Maybe I should text Corri and see if she wants to get together.

And say what? Hey, you don’t know that I’m a pro hockey player but I am and I won my game tonight and scored a goal and now I have all this adrenaline and really don’t want to end up alone at home with my dick in my fist so how about we get together for a playdate?

Get real, Bodhi.

Corri’s not a plaything and she’s not mine to play with whenever I want.

She’s a teacher. A tutor. A mentor.

She’s doing me a huge favor.

I won’t take advantage of that no matter how much I’ve thought about her body since the moment I left her apartment.

“Bodhi? What about you?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I don’t have any other plans.”

“No hot sex girl tonight?” Griffin wags his brows.

“Nope.”

“How did you not have her on standby tonight? That’s poor planning, Pickle Pants.”

“First of all, she doesn’t know I’m a hockey player. And I’m pretty sure it’s not normal to just call someone like her late on a Saturday night and ask her if we can fuck around.”

“I disagree.” He shakes his head, the corner of his mouth turning up. “That is, in fact, the exact definition of a booty call.”

“Well, she’s not a call girl. She’s a friend and if I have any chance of learning how to pleasure a woman, I want to stay on her good side.”

August nods. “Her good side. Would that be the front of her or the back of her?”

Griffin laughs. “Yeah man. The tits or the ass?”

For a minute I consider not answering them but since they’re both staring at me and waiting to hear what I’m going to say, I swallow my pride and tell them, “All of the above. Her body is…everything. Perfect tits (that fit wonderfully in my hands ) and perfect ass (that I can grab on to) .”

Fuck. I wish I could see her tonight.

I wish I could walk into my apartment and see her lying on my couch waiting for me.

Or in my bed.

Hell, I’m going to need a cold shower before I fall asleep tonight.

“Sounds like you found yourself a great partner. Maybe she’ll end up being the perfect girl for you.”

I shake my head. “Nah. I doubt it. I mean she’s been cool about this arrangement we have going on and luckily there’s enough chemistry between us to make it not feel forced, but I seriously doubt that I’m her type. I didn’t get the impression from her that she’s a sports fan at all.”

“Not her type?” August laughs. “You mean a rich attractive young man who has the body you have and a willingness to give her anything she wants in the bedroom? Who the fuck doesn’t like that type?”

Griffin leans over and gives August a fist-bump. “Amen brother!”

Finally, dressed in my suit and leaving the arena, I head out to the parking garage with my keys and cellphone in hand. Moving toward my parking spot, I hit the unlock button on my key fob as my cellphone chimes. When I turn it over, I see a text from Corri and stop dead in my tracks.

Corri

I know it’s late on a Saturday night, but I also know you’re usually sitting at home alone crying over a bowl of pasta so…

Who said anything about crying? What would I be crying over?

Corri

Mario’s forgot to give you your free bread?

LOL that would be a tragedy. What else?

Corri

They gave you veal parmigiana instead of chicken?

Definitely worth a hearty cry. Anything else?

Corri

They ran out of cheese?

OMG where have you been all my life? You totally get me. I’m sobbing already.

Corri

I knew it

Actually, I got out of work pretty late tonight and never ate dinner. I’m starving and Mario’s sounds fucking delicious.

Corri

Sooo if I ordered some, you would pick it up and bring it here? You provide dinner, I’ll provide dessert?

By dessert you mean…

Corri

Your second lesson.

Order right now. I’ll pick it up and be there in twenty.

“What if I can’t get her off?” I can’t believe I’m even asking this. My cheeks are turning red. I can feel them warm as I trail my fingers over Corri’s naked body. The moment I got here, she met me at the door in nothing but her pink silk robe and I knew dinner was going to be a little later still.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said to me as I set our take-out on the counter in her kitchen. “I thought maybe you might want dessert first.”

I tugged on the tie of her robe as I pulled her in against my body, wrapping my arm around her. “I know this is just you being extremely generous and teaching me how to navigate a woman’s body, but I’ll need you to forgive me.”

“For what?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the other night.”

The way she smiled at me…

I want to see that smile every damn day.

“You were pretty great the other night,” she told me. “And I guess I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see if maybe it was beginners luck or…”

I inched my mouth closer to hers as her eyes dropped to my lips and then with two fingers, pushed her robe over her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. I feathered my fingers over her skin and cupped her beautiful breasts in my hands. Her eyes fell closed as she tipped her head back and she gasped when I smoothed my thumbs across her nipples. “Maybe you’re just a spectacular teacher.”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she whispered against my lips.

It was then that I lifted her like I did the other night, wrapping her legs around my waist, and carried her to her bedroom where we made out for several long minutes before she stripped me of my clothes and asked if I was ready for an oral lesson.

Fuck yes, I’m ready for it.

“Trust me,” Corri says reassuringly. “First of all, the way you worked your fingers the other night was…well, let’s say it was magical.”

“Magical?”

“Mhmm. So, you do not need to wonder if your ability to get a woman off is strong enough because the answer will always be yes. Yes it is. But oral sex has to be something you both want. You may find some women can’t bear the thought of someone licking them there or smelling them there. It’s just not their cup of tea, and that’s okay. Every woman is different and every body is different.”

“Do you think men are the same?”

“Do I think there are men who don’t want their dick sucked?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

A light chuckle comes from her mouth. “Honey if there’s a man out there who doesn’t want a warm tight mouth wrapped around his dick, I have yet to meet him.”

“So why wouldn’t a woman want the same treatment?”

She shrugs. “My guess would be either she had an asshole partner who made her feel insecure in the past, in which case you may just have to slow down and make her feel as comfortable as possible…”

“Or?”

“Ooor she’s a fucking prude and may never change her views and if that’s the case, RUN. You don’t want that in your life.”

“Well how will I know if she doesn’t want it?”

“Oh, she’ll let you know. Maybe you’ll go to touch her and she’ll stop your hand from exploring, or maybe you’ll be kissing her body and working your way down…”

“Like this?” Corri lies naked on her bed once again, and I hover over her, my lips pressing against her collarbone before I move my mouth to the top of her chest, her left breast, her right breast, her stomach, and then her pelvis.

“Mhmm. If you get that far, I’m sure if she doesn’t want it, she’ll stop you.”

“Are you going to stop me, Corri?”

“Do you want me to stop you?”

I shake my head meeting her gaze, noting her darkened pupils and the uptick in her breathing. Her nipples have hardened into tight peaks and her face is flushed.

“Not a chance,” I tell her. Smoothing my hand down her leg I curl it around her calf, feeling every inch of her warm silky skin. She bends her knees, resting her feet on the mattress. Her chest rises and falls a little quicker the closer my fingers get to where I’m longing to be.

Is she wet?

As wet as the other night?

Because fuck that was sexy as hell.

“Teach me. What should I do next?”

“U-uh…” She clears her throat and I nearly grin at the effect I know my touch is having on her. “If you’re taking things slow, I would uh…I would recommend kissing up her inner thigh, teasing her a little, you know? Making sure she’s ready.”

Doing as she instructs, I tenderly pull her legs apart and then bend down to pepper slow kisses along her inner thigh, curling my tongue in small circles with each kiss. When I peek up at her, I notice she’s watching me, her mouth hanging open, and her eyes heated. “Like this?”

“Mhmm.” She nods. “And then when you’re ready, and you feel like your partner is good and ready…”

“How will I know?” I ask, my voice sounding gruff. “Will she be wet?”

“Yes,” she answers but her answer sounds more like a sigh as my fingers trail through her soaking pussy.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “You’re…Corri, you’re glistening.”

“You’re very good at this.”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stare are her beautiful pink center and lick my lips. “I really want to taste you right now,” I murmur. “You look…fucking sweet.”

She opens her legs further, allowing me to raise one of her feet and hook her leg over my shoulder. “Let’s see how a man eats his dessert,” she says.

Hell. Yes.

Leaning down, I separate her with my thumbs and then flatten my tongue against her and drag it through her sweet pussy.

“Oooh my God!” Corri moans, lifting her hips in response to my tongue. “That is…” she says, trying to breathe calmly. “That is…perfection.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You taste good Corri.” I lick through her a second, third, and fourth time, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue on each stroke. She rewards me with sensual moans and tight little gasps of breath that tell me she’s loving this.

I’m loving it too.

Hearing her pleasure is a huge turn-on for me. Like she has me under her spell, the more sounds I can pull from her the more I want to pleasure her. The more I want to hear her voice. Every sound that escapes her. Making her come is like a new reward for me. The sound of her orgasm better than the sound of the siren when I score a goal on the ice.

“Change the word good, Alan,” she says. “Tell me again how I taste.”

Swirling my tongue through her soft pussy, lapping at every available drop of her, I murmur against her body, “Fucking delicious.”

I feel her hand slide through my hair, gripping the strands and practically guiding me through her sweet center. “God, yes, Alan! Just like that. Now dip your tongue-OOOOH God!”

Call me an overachiever, but dipping my tongue inside her, stroking inside like I’m pulling honey straight from the tree, causes her to lift her hips and fuck my face with wild abandon.

It also causes my cock to harden in my pants.

“Come on, Corri. Keep fucking my face,” I tell her with my face buried in her heated pussy. God, I could die like this, suffocated by pussy, and die a ridiculously happy man. “I want to hear you when you come. I want to taste your release, baby,” I mumble between flicks of my tongue on her clit as she moans louder, breathes faster. “I could eat you for hours.”

And that’s no lie.

The way her body responds to me makes me feel so alive.

Like I’m a fucking warrior.

Her grasp on my hair tightens as I continue my assault on her clit. Unwilling to show mercy now that I have her in this heightened state, I flick, flick, flick, flick, with my tongue until her pussy clenches and she’s finally screaming. “OH MY GOD! I’M CO-I’M COM-FUUUUCK, I’M COMING!”

When she lets go of my hair, I pull back and press my lips a few times to her inner thigh before lowering her leg back to the mattress. “You know,” I say as I work my way back up her body while she comes down from her climax, “I think I’m starting to become addicted to hearing you come. Your excitement seems to be going straight to my head.”

She cups my extremely stiff cock with her hand. “I feel that.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I chuckle, realizing that’s probably exactly how it sounded. “I just meant?—”

“I know what you meant.” She pulls her gaze up to my eyes as she unzips my pants and pushes them down along with my brief. When she frees my cock, she palms it in her hand. My eyes roll back in my head and I hiss a breath through my teeth begging myself to stay in control and revel in the feel of someone touching me. “I find it so hard to believe that no woman has ever sucked this beautiful piece of your body into her mouth.”

Fuuuuuck me.

She said my cock is beautiful.

I shake my head. “I want to tell you it’s happened , hundreds of times, but that would be a lie.”

She wraps her hand around my length and I swear to God I just grew another goddamn inch. She slides her thumb over the head spreading the precum around before pulling her thumb into her mouth.

“Mmmm.”

Sexiest. Thing. Ever.

“So, you’re saying I would be the first woman to have this beautiful cock in her mouth?”

“You would, yes.”

The proud smile that crosses her face makes my chest tighten.

“Well since you’ve been such a great student, I can’t think of a better reward.”

“Corri, you don’t have to—Oooh shiiiiiiiit.” I gasp loudly when she sits up and sucks my cock into her mouth, sinking over it completely until I feel the back of her throat against the tip. “Fuuuuuuuck, Corri.”

Reaching down, I cup her face in my hand as she circles her tongue around my shaft and pulls off of me only to swallow me once again. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Don’t come yet.

Please for the love of Jesus…

Do NOT come.

Her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, she squeezes me as she sucks in my head a few inches at a time, her flattened tongue trailing along the underside of my cock and then twisting and curling as she sucks me in. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of this woman with my cock IN. HER. MOUTH.

It’s stunning.

It’s sexy.

It’s…fucking unbelievable.

She looks up at me and it’s all I can do not to tell her I love her because fuck, I’m overwhelmed by sensations and feelings right now that I have never experienced before. If I’m not careful, I’ll come violently down her throat way faster than I want to.

“Corri.” Her name is a pleasured whisper. “It’s so fucking good, Corri. Your mouth is…fuck, it’s…it’s incredible.”

She pops off my cock, using her own saliva as a lube as she pumps up and down with her hand. With her other hand she pulls gently on my balls, rolling them between her fingers and oh. My. Fuck.

I think I’m dying.

Am I dying?

Am I dead?

I’m dead.

Gone.

Is this what Heaven feels like?

I tilt my head back, squeezing my eyes closed and letting the pleasure roll through my body and that’s when the feeling changes. That’s when she tilts her head under my parted knees and pulls one of my balls into her mouth rolling it around with her tongue.

“Mother fuck…”

She comes back to my cock, bobbing up and down as she fondles my balls with her hand. I bring my hand to her hair just as she did me and watch her mouth open wide as she takes me in as far as she can. I push a little bit more and she takes me in completely hitting the back of her throat with each and every goddamn thrust. “Corri…fuck…Corri!”

She doesn’t say a word but she does moan loudly with my cock in her mouth, the sound sending fucking shivers through my entire body. I watch her suck me several more times, her head bobbing up and down as I guide her with my hand fisted around her hair. My God, this is…”Fuuuuuuuck, Corri, I can’t hold on.” A white-hot heat shoots through my body from my toes to my chest. My cock swells and my balls tighten and I come so hard I fear she’ll choke on my cum. Thank God, she doesn’t. She takes it like the goddamn queen that she is and then licks me clean for good measure.

Unable to remain upright, I lower my body to the bed beside her and then pull her into my arms, her head against my chest.

She fits there perfectly.

“Whatever the fuck you just did to me,” I breathe, “I am absolutely certain there is nobody in this world who will ever do it any better.”

With a proud grin on her face, she responds, “Well, if I ruined you for any and all women who come after me…sorry not sorry.”

If there are women meant to come after her one day…Hell…I’m not so sure I want them after what she’s done for me.

“Tell me something else about you.”

She lifts her head from my chest, the lazy smile on her face giving me every impression that she’s sated and content which makes me happy if not a little proud. Being with her in a way I’ve never been with any other woman makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. Like she’s awakened a spirit for life in me that I’ve never had before.

Only now I want it with her.

I like being here with her.

Holding her after she comes.

I wish I didn’t have to leave.

“Like what?” she finally asks.

Trailing my fingers lazily up and down the bare skin of her back, I tell her, “Anything. I just want to know more about you. I want to know what makes you such a beautiful human?”

“A beautiful human?”

“Yeah.”

She ponders my words for a moment, her chin resting on my chest. “I’m not sure anyone has ever called me that before.”

My brows pinch. “How is that possible?”

She huffs a soft laugh. “There’s not really anything of super-star quality about me. I’m just…me.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. Tell me what you love most about nursing?”

She inhales a deep breath against me. “Well, I got started in nursing because of my mom. But once I got a taste for the emergency room, I kind of fell in love with it.”

“Why the emergency room?”

“The thrill of the chase I guess? The adrenaline rush of knowing you don’t have a ton of time to assess a situation or a patient before you have to know what to do or how to do it. Plus, it’s different every day so my job is never monotonous. Sometimes it’s a roller coaster and sometimes it’s a Sunday drive along the coast. No two days are ever the same.”

“What’s your favorite cookie?”

Her smile widens at the change of subject. “Uh…are we talking everyday cookie or Christmas cookie?”

“Any cookie. What’s your absolute favorite?”

“Bakeless oatmeal cookies, hands down.”

I close my eyes and moan. “Mmm hell yeah those are pretty damn good.”

“Right? A handful of those and a tall glass of milk? Perfection.”

“Agreed. What’s the perfect date for you?”

“Ooh, there are so many and I think it totally depends on the day or my mood, but really, the perfect date is one where I simply enjoy being with my partner. I want to laugh. I want to hold hands. I don’t need someone to try to impress me or buy me a crap ton of gifts. The perfect date is one where I come home smiling unable to stop thinking about him.” Her eyes flit to mine. “What about you?”

I think about my answer a moment. “I guess since I’ve never taken a woman out on a date before, my perfect date is one where I can make her smile no matter what we do together. A date where she feels like she’s loved and cherished because I make her feel that way. I don’t care if we’re eating take-out food on the kitchen floor or we’re dressed to the nines for a fancy dinner. The perfect date is the one I don’t ever want to end.”

“Yeah,” she agrees softly with a sigh. “Same.”

Kind of like this.

I know my time with Corri isn’t really a date.

But holding her in my arms like this, my fingers trailing her back…

Her legs entwined with mine…

It’s perfect.

And I wish it didn’t have to end.

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