Long Shot (Taking the Shot #1)

by M.J. Fields

“Oh no,” she whimpers. “Oh no.” She grips my hair and tugs it as her pussy clenches around my tongue. “I can’t. I can’t. I—” She’s there, right there, and yes … yes, she can. I pull my tongue from inside of her and press two fingers in her soaked center. Then I suck on her clit and again I watch he...

I move back to sucking on her clit, and when I do, she cries, “Oh God!” as she bucks against my face, fingers tightening in my hair. And fuck, I like that, too. She’s soaked, drenched, and relaxed. I’m desperate, dying to be balls deep in her. Moving one leg and then the other off my ...

One hand holding myself up so the weight of my body isn’t crushing her, I reach between us and rub my cock against her opening as I lean down. “You good?” I ask as she pushes my hair out of my face. “Amazing.” “I’ll be gent—” “Insid...

“Fuck yes.” I move in slowly, inch by inch, her tight, wet walls strangling me. She inhales a sharp breath, and I continue filling her with me. All in, I place my elbows on either side of her head and rub my lips across hers. “So hot.” “So …” She exhales slowly, and I wait for a word to follow “so.” I don’t get one. Instead, she begins to move her hips in slow circles that drives me insane.

I pull out and push back in, out and in, out and in until she’s meeting me thrust for thrust, faster then slower, harder then softer, and everything in-between, yet … nothing at all. It’s her and me, just us, just this, just … “Fucking perfect.” She pushes my chest and whispers, “Back.” I roll over, not breaking our connection. Her hands softly land on my chest, and she begins to slide back and forth.

I grip her knees, desperately pulling them farther apart. “Fuck, Elle.” “Leo,” she whimpers and attempts to close them as I thrust up, her nails digging into my abs as she steadies herself. “Don’t close your legs.” I take her hips in my hands. “Hold on, Elle.” I thrust up, and watch where she comes down on me, her wet slicking, coating, drenching my cock. “We’re fucking beautiful.” “Oh fuck,” she moans, and I swear I not only feel it, but I see her lips clench my cock. “Oh fuck.”...

“Le-o-o,” she cries softly as she comes. And I totally lose control, pressing my lips gently to hers before pulling her off me and wrapping an arm around her perfect little body. After I’m able to breathe again, I take her face in my hands and lift her head to kiss those lips, but stop when I see her eyes almost dancing, amusement evident, lust diminished. “What?” She shakes her head, fighting a smile that makes me smile, too. “Bullshit. Spill it,” I demand. “You grunt when you come.” “I what?” I laugh. “And you do it deep and in rhythm.” “Is that so?” I ask. She nods. “Kind of”—she pauses— “hot.” “Yeah?” I can...

Pushing a few locks of her hair from her face, I say, “Hottest night of my life.” “Wasn’t the worst I’ve had,” she deadpans. “Good to know.” And it really is. I lean in and kiss her softly as we lie there, staring at one another, bare, uncovered, exposed, and wordless, nose to nose, lips brushing lips, breath slowing, eyes growing heavy. I see goosebumps start to appear on her arms and move to adjust the covers and remove the condom, wrapping it in a tissue and dropping it in the wastebaske...

I bend down to start gathering my clothes, only stopping as she clears her throat. “Can you turn off the light before you get back in bed?” Abso-fucking-lutely, Eleanor Rhodes. When I get in bed, she rolls to her side, back facing me, and I roll to mine, pulling her closer. I kis...

“Grace isn’t coming back until tonight. You can stay for a bit, if you want.” “Yeah.” I lie back down and resume the most comfortable spooning position of my life. “If it’s okay with you, I’d really like that.” She nuzzles her ass against the now growing erection pressing against it. “I can tell.” Pressing my lips against her neck, I silently chuckle. “Sorry about that.” “Don’t be sorry; it’s a mighty fine”—she pauses, and I move my hand up and pinch her nipple, a nonverbal warning that she completely ignores— “twig.” Within seconds, she’s on her back, laughing, and so am I. This thing with her, it isn’t just hot; it’s fun, and it could easily become an addiction.

“You have two seconds to put Styles away, or I’m going to toss your clothes out of the window and then watch you streak through the house.”

Stevie Nicks reminds me of every tiny moment I might have forgotten. I lose myself in the music and thoughts of last night, knowing those not so little moments are ones I never want to forget. I will no longer be just daydreaming of the way his hand felt on my hips while we danced or felt in mine, or the way he kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before, or how comfortable it is to just lie there and exist beside him. Now? Now I have so many firsts … at another’s hands … mouth … and “twig;” multiples, in fact, to recall.

He’s amazing. Flawless. Mean. I get why Grace said it’s so hot. It is hot. Being on the ice is the only time he’ll admit he’s good. He’s cocky and gets in the faces of every orange jersey he can find and flawlessly avoids the penalty box, even though he definitely shouldn’t. “God, the things I would let Leo Stone do to me.” Fatima sighs, taking a bite of the pizza she stole that Grace will totally rant about later. “Think Ellie’s got the market cornered on that one, Tima.” Kate looks at me in a way that can only be described as hyena-like. “Good for you, Rhodes.” She reaches across the coffee table and smacks my arm. “Any of his friends looking for friends with benefits who look really good in hockey jerseys?” “All of them, actually.” I nod. “Gimme your phone.”

The minute I see him, I shake my head at the perfection that Leo Stone is. Needless to say, the attempt to calm myself doesn’t work.

I cut him off by pressing my lips against his. I don’t realize what I’m doing until I’m doing it, but then I don’t really know how I can stop. How I could ever stop. One hand rests on the small of my back, and the other moves to my cheek, steadying me as his lips explore mine. His calloused thumb brushes against my cheekbone, and I feel like I’m on fire. He’s too slow. Too gentle. Too respectful.

I cut him off this time by pressing my lips to his. In his Jeep. “Don’t call me Eleanor, and I’ll consider kissing you sober.” “Deal.”

I’m annoyed with my college junior self … but middle school to junior in high school me? She’s in there, face full of braces, grinning like a fool, just as she was when Leo Stone would smile at her as he entered the house with her brother and his friends, when she’d turn red as a beet and lock herself in her room, doodling “Ellie & Leo” on a sketch pad. That version of me, she’s doing freaking cartwheels. And she didn’t even know he’d pack on twenty plus pounds of defined muscle, have a massive dick, magic fingers, and a sinfully skilled mouth.

Bottom line: Leo is a player, and he did what players do. Perhaps one day the memories will fade, but the reality is I should have never hooked up with a boy I’ve always wanted. It was never part of my new college plan. I scrub my skin until I can’t feel it anymore, hoping that the overpriced coconut scented soap will wash away the feeling of his hands that never really leaves my skin. I make a mental note to buy lip scrub. By the bucket.

I pull her into my arms. “You’re okay. You’re safe.” I rub the small of her back. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You’re okay, Ellie. You’re okay.” She begins to sob, and I swear I’m gonna fucking cry, too.

I can’t fall asleep. I can’t stop watching her sleep with her head on my chest, my numbers across her back, as I ice her little hand. She’s so fucking strong. I just hope one day soon she’ll let me be strong for her when she needs a break.

“I promise.” I take her face in my hands, careful to be gentle despite the sense of urgency beating against my chest. “I promise that I’m yours. You just gotta promise that you’re gonna be mine, too.” I press my lips to hers gently. “You”—I gently rub my thumb across her cheekbone—“mean so much more to me than I planned.” I feel her lips tip up as she says, “Very sorry to interrupt.” I can’t help but smile at seeing traces of the Ellie that I’m falling for again. “I’m trying to be vulnerable and cute here, and you’re—” She cuts me off by pressing her lips to mine … sober. When her tongue swipes across my lips, I roll to my side, opening my mouth just enough to let her know I want this, but not enough to make her feel like it has to happen.

The moment her tongue slices through my parted lips, a rumble escapes my chest, and she grips the sides of my face, deepening the kiss. I let her control this, partly because I need her to know that it is hers to control, and partly because I’m afraid to let go and kiss her the way I want to. Because the kind of kiss I want to give her will no doubt tell her exactly what I feel for her. I’m not sure I’m ready for that, not yet, and I sure as hell don’t think she is. She will be.

“You slept with Leo.” She shakes her head in mock-disapproval. “You smell like boy. Our room, my room, my safe space”—she pauses for dramatic effect—“smells like overpriced cologne and testosterone.” “Wrong. I stayed at Leo’s.” She rolls her eyes.

I raincheck my ice cream date with Riley, retreating to my room and pulling on Leo’s sweatshirt before climbing back under my comforter, scrolling on my phone while rewatching New Girl for the billionth time, hoping that multiple distractions at once will dull the constant pain that always becomes a bit more noticeable at night. It’s not Schmidt or the cake decorating videos on my Instagram explore page or even Ferguson that gets me through it, but the thought of him. His lips. His arms. His words. Just him.

“Ellie gonna come over when we get back to Lincoln and bake cookies?” Ignoring the way in which he meant that, I reach down under the seat and pull up the container she brought me. “She already did.” I open the container and see a shit load of cookies shaped as jerseys and pucks. Bass reaches over and snatches the one that has his name and number on it. “Wife it.” I can’t help but laugh. “We’re just starting out.” He takes a bite and groans. “Known her all your life and actually like her. And she makes a mean fucking cookie. Wife it.” “I’m surprised you can even say that word without bursting into flames.”

I’m not new to the living for the here and now, praying for it to be more, but damn … just damn. My thumb hovers over the screen as I watch bubbles appear and disappear, wondering if the “missing you” was laying it on a bit thick and she’s weirded out by it. It’s true.

I spot him before I can even close the door. He’s leaning against his Jeep, staring at his phone, a few houses down. His hat sits perfectly on his head, shiny brown curls flipping out from under it effortlessly. His white Lions tee-shirt clings to his biceps in just the right way.

He holds his pinky over his center console, stunning deep brown eyes doing something to me that they shouldn’t. I like it. A lot. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” I hook my pinky with his. “Lucky you think so,” he corrects me as he turns right toward the hill.

The navy duvet covering his down comforter lays at an angle across our bodies. My side is up to my shoulders, his is cascading down lower and lower, exposing not only his broad, muscular pecs, but the lines of his abs, and that place the abs meet the obliques and divot into an angle, creating half of his V… it’s so hard to get that as a man, near impossible as a woman. I love the way his bent knee lays on the sheet beneath us, his legs so thick and defined, so strong.

I swallow back the saliva seeming to pool in my mouth, fearing I may drool on him as I glance up at him, desire building even more as I attempt to memorize the way his dark hair lies against his pillow, his full thick lips parted slightly, eyelashes fanned across his cheeks, the strong angle of his chiseled jaw, lightly stubbled with what I assume is three days of growth. I decide that he’ll look amazing when he’s pro and no shave November is fully embraced. I just hope they don’t embrace the whole mullet phase Lincoln did. Bad hair or not, I’d still want him like I do now.

I’m so fucked, I think as I press my lips to his chest then lower and lower, and … Feeling his muscles tighten beneath my lips causes me to quiver inside, and a low rumble leaves his chest. Then I watch it rise and fall in a heavy rhythm a...

As I rub my lips against his skin, he lowers the blanket lower and lower. I shift so I can move it fully. “Morning,” I whisper, tracing the V line with my tongue. “Babe,” he groans as I push his pajama sweats down, his thick cock springing up. I grip him in my hands, goosebumps shooting up my spine as my eyes linger on the hard silk of him. Holding him in my hand, I stroke slowly before wrapping my lips around the wide tip, swirling my tongue around and watching his e...

“Fuck, Ellie, amazing. Most beautiful fucking girl in the world.” His hips jut forward as I take him deeper. “Shit. Sorry, babe.” I take him lower, feeling his head hit the back of my throat. “Killing me good. So fucking good.” He sucks in a breath as his abs tighten, and I continue moving up and down, sucking and licking him a li...

Like the roar of a crowd, his words, his sounds, the way he moves encourage me. God, the grunts and growls, the way his muscles tighten and then relax and then tense again. It’s kind of beautiful, powerful, and a complete turn on. “So good,” he groans. “All yours. All. Fucking. Yours.” His never-ending praises make me even more ravenous, even more daring as I lick the throbbing veins on the unde...

I bury him in my mouth, and he immediately releases my hair, grabbing the headboard. His entire upper body on display makes me moan. Three things happen next—his body tightens, he holds his breath, and his cock twitches. Then … “Eleanor-fucking-Rhodes,” comes out in a low growl, and he comes in my mouth. Not onc...

“Tried to warn you. If I knew it was your first, I would have.” “Wasn’t as bad as I thought.” His chest vibrates in a silent chuckle. “What?” He pushes some strands of hair behind my ear. “You were just as turned on as I was.” I shrug. “You’re visually appealing.”

Shaking his head, he cups my face with his hands and crashes his lips against mine. His kiss intense, his tongue tasting mine, his hands tilting my head and lifting my chin at the same time as he licks deeper. I’m lost in this kiss, the taste of spearmint and Leo, the fact he’s not hating me because of my bad luck blow job, and that he’s not a bitch baby after a loss. I’m lost in Leo.

A giggle erupts from me as he moves and pulls me back. I lie down and scoot back in place, staring into those beautiful brown eyes as he hovers over me again. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” He licks his lips as he brushes my hair out of my face. “I don’t want you to ever think all I want is to be inside you.” I fist his shirt, and while pulling him down, I tell him, “I think about that a lot.” Mouths pressed together, my hands slide up his solid wall of abs as his hands push under me and he grips my ass rougher than before.

I grip the hem of his shirt and pull away from the kiss. “Is there such a thing as a post-game testosterone rush?” “You tell me,” he asks, sitting back, pulling me into his lap. “Wearing leggings every time I come over,” I moan as I shamelessly rub against him. “Mmhmm,” he says, lips against my neck and his thumbs hooked beneath the waistband of both my leggings and my panties. “This okay?” “Yeah.” I begin pushing his joggers down, too.

His chest is heaving when I look up at him, and I can’t stop myself from leaning in to suck on his full bottom lip. I can’t pull my lips away from his as we grind against each other for a long time. Finally, he lays me back then shoves his pants down the rest of the way as I pull my shirt over my head, throwing it to the ground. He swallows hard, on his knees, between my thighs, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Beautiful everywhere.”

I bite my lip to stifle a moan from just his words and when he runs a long, thick finger up and down my center. “Best cookie ever,” he says before leaning down and kissing my center softly. I watch as his jaw twitches and he licks his lips. “Fucked up today by not giving back. I won’t make that mistake again. I’m going to lick you dry and make you come before we do it again, together.” His mouth covers me, tongue splitting me as he begins to fulfill that promise. I grab the bedding and dig my heels into the mattress. “Oh God.” “Mmm …” he groans as he hungrily licks and sucks me. “Oh God!” His tongue thrusts into me, and I feel the first wave of heat begin to roll through me. He continues until I feel the heat intensify and my hips begin to buck slightly. “Please. Oh God, please.”

His tongue drives deeper and sweeps up, hitting that spot, the spot that makes me go off. “Yes. Oh yes.” He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow, and my orgasm doesn’t seem to be stopping, either. “Leo!” “Fuck my face, babe,” he pants. Did Leo Stone just say f...

I’m trembling inside again when I reach between my legs and tug at his hair. “Need you up here.” His incredible mouth still works my core as his hand skates up my body and cups my breast while fingering my nipple and rolling it between his fingers. Not what I meant, but I’ll take it, I think as I arch into his hand. “Leo,” I beg as I pull his hand. “I could do this all night.” Although it appears he could, his raspy voice tells me he wants exactly what I’m asking f...

I don’t know what it is about his upper body, especially knowing what he’s packing below his waist, but I truly love it. My fingers skate up his abs again, and they flex under my touch. I love that, and his groan tells me he does, too. He reaches down and sweeps a thumb over my nipple. I can’t help but moan and press into his touch. I wonder if I sound like a porn star. He kind of did when I was giving him head. I loved it. I hope he does, too … But I’m certainly not goi...

“Babe.” He leans down and sucks my stiff, aching nipple between his lips. I reach between us, take him in my hand, and begin to stroke. “I can’t believe I fit this all in my mouth.” He lets my boob fall from his...

I’m about to pull him closer, rub him against my wet folds, when I remember, “Condom.” He rolls off of me and grabs a box. “Durex?” “Yeah.” He chuckles, turning the box so I see the XXL part. “No dick Spanx tonight.” “Interesting,” I think aloud, relieved as I see this one cov...

“Interesting.” He smirks as he gives it a tug on the end before moving above me again. One hand on the side of my face, thumb lightly brushing my cheek, he whispers, “You’ve always been hard to look away from, and now”—his expression is somewhat pained— “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.” I lean up and press my lips to his, unable to take anymore waiting. “Your mouth has become an addiction,” he breathes onto my lips. I reach between us and rub him against me. “I want you.” He pushes his cock in and stills, allowing me to conform to its massive size. God, he’s huge. Then, slowly, he begins to move in and out...

“More,” I whimper as he thrusts. This time I meet his hips, and he grinds into me, giving me that sweet friction that makes my toes curl. Our thrusts continue to meet, and when our lips aren’t connected, our eyes are. The momentum increases, and we’re suddenly crashing into each other. Greedy. Needy. Craving more as if we can’t get enough. Skin slapping, flesh pounding, and desire building, he hisses and grunts as I moan and whimper. “I’m gonna come so fucking hard for you,” he pa...

“Oh yes, yes!” I cry my release, walls clenching and pulsating around his hardness. “So good.” He throws his head back and growls as I feel him twitch inside me. It’s mesmerizing. When he finishes, he lowers his body, blanketing me, and kisses me softly before rolling over, pulling me with him so my head rests against his chest. We lie there, trying to catch our breaths. My eyes grow heavy as his hand skate...

“Jesus.” Leah points toward the ice. “Look at Captain America out there, basically fucking the ice.” I follow her line of vision and see Evan doing hip flexors. “Huh, he does kind of look like Captain America.”