The Off Season

They stood in the doorway of the room with urgent kissing, clothes being tugged, and desperate bodies slamming into each other. James pulled his mouth from Katherine’s and attacked her neck. Sucking and nipping at all the places that had her gasping for breath. Without even thinking, Katherine pulled back and found her favorite part of every man and began to pepper lingering kisses down the sharpness in his throat. James responded with one swift motion which rendered Katherine no longer standing, but her legs wrapped around James’ waist with one of his hands cradling her ass and the other holding the back of her neck. His attention was back to Katherine’s mouth as he walked her out of the hallway, into the room and with a tiny bounce of the mattress, deposited Katherine onto the bed.

Katherine shimmied up the bed and when she had nowhere left to go, she watched James with wide eyes as he crawled closer and closer. He stopped at her waist, straddled her hips and leaned back on his calves. In one quick movement he reached his hands behind him and pulled his sweatshirt and t-shit up and over his head, exposing his upper body. Katherine didn’t know what to expect the first time she saw James shirtless, but she wasn’t disappointed. He was lean, but strong; not overly muscular, but coiled tightly. He was like a well-designed machine with the single purpose of shooting a puck. A tattoo of his family name adorned the inside of his right bicep and an intricate design of vines and leaves adorned his left. Katherine’s eyes darkened as James leaned forward, balancing his weight on his arms. He moved closer and closer to her face. Katherine prepared for his kiss, but instead he put his mouth very close to her ear and whispered. "What do you want Kat?"

Katherine's breath hitched. No one ever called her Kat. She was way too formal for that and yet hearing it roll off James’ tongue gave her goosebumps.

"In the hall, you said you were dying to find out something about me that you were wondering about ever since we met," she whispered back. “What was that?”

James ran the tip of his tongue down the side of Katherine’s neck and moved his face up to hers.

"Everything."


James was determined to make this a night both of them would remember and every time Katherine would see him after this night, the memory of what he was about to do to her would ruin her each and every time. He leaned back and put his hands at her waist, inching Katherine's sweater up until she lifted her shoulders off the bed and allowed him to remove what was between him and finally finding out what he needed to know.

James stopped for a moment and gave Katherine a confused looked.

“What, what is that look,” Katherine blurted.

What, were her boobs not big enough? She was far from flat-chested, but she wasn’t Kate Upton either.

“It’s just,” James started to say. “The one thing I’ve been thinking about all day was if your bra matched your panties.”

“What kind of a question was that?” Katherine said out loud as if she was wondering if this was a mistake.

“Wait, that wasn’t what I meant,” James was panicking and this was totally killing the mood.

“Today, I noticed your bra when your shirt was wet. It was pink with gray lace. I figured it all probably matched.

Katherine looked down at her bra, it was black. Definitely not pink.

“Well, I didn’t want to go meet a stranger in a hotel bar reeking of Starbucks,” Katherine said as she pointed over to the bra in question as it was hanging off of the back of the desk chair.

“I’m pretty sure I like this one better,” as James smirked.

James wasted no time making his mouth more familiar with the un-matching bra. He placed slow, wet kisses in the valley just below the band of her bra. She smelled like heaven and tasted like vanilla and coffee. He brought his mouth to the lace covered breast and gently sucked at the material and the flesh beneath.

Smiling at the sound of Katherine's gasp, he reached behind her and deftly removed her bra. Her hands came to his head as she led him back to her newly exposed breasts. He rolled her nipple with his tongue until it pebbled. He used the same licking and blowing technique that he had used on Katherine’s neck, with the same results. Katherine moaned in appreciation and after a few moments of taking turns touching, tasting and teasing her breast, James removed Katherine's jeans and exposed the panties that brought James to her room in the first place.

“These are nice, but since they aren’t a matching set, I’m afraid they need to go.”

Katherine giggled as James edged his thumbs along the sides of her panties, pulling them down over her thighs, past her knees and ankles and then completely off. Taking the panties and rolling them into a ball, James made a shot over to the chair where the matching bra was hanging and made an imaginary goal.

Katherine looked at him and laughed. “I am not yelling GOAL just to stroke your ego.”

“Well, if you aren’t going to be stroking my ego tonight, then I guess I’m going to need find something for you stroke.” James moved off the bed, kicked his shoes off, unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his jeans. Clad only in a pair of black boxer briefs, he deftly leaned over to his jeans and pulled out his wallet and a foiled wrapper.

“Safety first, nice touch,” Katherine noticed. A naked James Neal was the next thing Katherine noticed. She took a quick glance down at what exactly James had to offer, knowing that his big hands were a pretty damn good indication of what was in store for her. James was very hard, very thick and very ready. After a brief awkward fumbling with the condom, he was sheathed. James moved back over to the bed and between Katherine legs. He leaned in over her and began leaving a trail of kisses up her stomach, past her breasts, and onto to her neck.

"What do you like." James breathed into Katherine's neck.

Katherine couldn’t form words, more or less instructions on her foreplay preferences. As James worked his way back to her lips, she managed to squeak out a two-word suggestion.

"Touch me."

“I thought that was what I was doing.” James smirked at her as he brushed a piece of her hair away from her eyes. James brought his hand to the side of her face and ran his thumb along her bottom lip.

“Is there anything in particular that you would like me to touch?”

Without the need for instruction, James ran his index finger along Katherine’s clavicle and trailed between her breasts. He circled her nipple until it hardened to a small nub. James moved his finger to Katherine’s other breast and proceed to work that nipple in the same fashion. All the while James was working Katherine over with just one finger, she couldn’t help but watch him and how her body was responding to his touch. She could feel every nerve in her body standing on end and she was consumed by the thought of where James’s finger would go next.

James looked at Katherine and she melted. Those eyes. They weren’t blue, but they weren’t green either. Whatever color they were, one glance from James and her panties were ruined.

“What are you thinking?” James leaned back onto his elbow

“In all honesty, I don’t think my brain is even working right now. “

“Yea, I have that effect on women,” James brazenly confessed.

Katherine smirked and thought to herself, “now there is the asshole I met this morning.”

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