For the Love of Chicago

I slugged back a large gulp of my beer, trying to get rid of the nervous feeling that hooked itself to me after we left the restaurant. The buzz from the alcohol was helping a little, and meeting up with some guys from the team and Sam did, too. I was able to focus my energies on her problem with Patrick and avoid over thinking tonight’s highly anticipated conclusion.

We were all in the back of a club with a large, round booth for our private use. All of the guys were standing and talking, or getting more drinks, so it was just Sam and I in the booth at the moment. I leaned in towards Sam’s ear to make sure she could hear me over the deafening music before trying to talk to her.

“So, did you talk to Kaner?” We kept our positions, mouths to ears, as she responded. I felt her hair brush against my cheek as she bobbed her head up and down before talking.

“A little. It’s gotten better, at least I feel better about it. I just think we need to do more ‘couples’ things before we can claim to be one.” I pulled away and nodded my approval. We both took another swig of our respective beverages as some of the guys slid in next to us. Andrew Shaw came in fast next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, practically locking me in a death grip.

“Dr. Giannaaaaa! I really need an adjustment,” Shaw shouted so loudly that everyone in our group heard it. “It’s, you know,” he waggled his eyebrows at me, “my pelvic area. Some serious tweaking is needed.” I was laughing along with everyone else at Andrew’s drunken antics.

“Shaw, chiropractic adjustments won’t make it grow, you know,” I countered back at him. Patrick Sharp, who was on the other side of Shaw, slapped his hand on Andrew’s back so hard that I was nervous he might knock over all of our drinks on the table.

“Damn, Shawzie,” he cackled, giving Andrew a shit-eating grin. “Hey, To-ez! You’ve picked a good one here,” he yelled across the table at Jon. It was clear that these guys had started drinking long before us. The easygoing jokes and laughs had that nervous knot in my stomach slowly loosening up. I loved the good mood coming from everyone and the music pumping loudly over us. We were all just laughing and having a great time. My lips were starting to tingle from the alcohol, and I kept holding Jon’s gaze whenever our eyes connected.

I eventually slid out from the booth to claim Jonathan’s attention. As soon as I moved from my seat, his eyes were on me. I could feel them practically burn through my dress, and I felt a shiver run up my spine from that thought. I walked up to him, standing with Bryan Bickell, Brent Seabrook, and Patrick Kane. He excused himself from the group without taking his eyes off of me, and I could hear Kaner whistle over the music.

“You know what I’m thinking we should do,” I asked, leaning close so Jon could hear.

“Head back to my place? You got it.” He quickly grabbed my hand and turned us towards the entrance. I laughed and put on the brakes, making him look back at me. “Oh, damn, that’s what I was hoping you were thinking.” I shook my head and pointed my index finger towards the dance floor, keeping the rest of my digits tightly wrapped around my beer bottle. Jon started shaking his head, but I had already begun to lead us out there anyway. I left my bottle on a random table as we left the seating area for the square in the center of the club covered in sweaty, dancing bodies.

“Time to see what you’ve really got, Captain,” I yelled back over my shoulder. I snaked us through the huge group of people dancing closely. Finally, I planted us in one spot by turning to face Jon, and I began swaying my hips to the beat, moving closer to him until I was flush against his torso.

At first, Jon didn’t move. He just watched as I worked my way down until my head was level with his stomach before coming back up, holding my eye contact the entire time. Once I returned to my starting point, his hands were on my hips and he was moving to the beat, as well. I closed my eyes, running my hands down his biceps to his exposed forearms. Jon had left his tie in the car and rolled up his shirtsleeves once we left the restaurant. I planned on taking advantage of what little skin-to-skin connection we could get here on the dance floor.

Jon pushed his pelvis against me hard, and I mirrored his movements with my own. I whipped my hair behind me, using one hand to swing it back, and exposed the side of my neck. Jon moved one hand to the middle of my back and used it to press me up against his chest, kissing my uncovered collar. I held that position for a while before deciding to really up the ante.

I spun around in his grasp, enjoying the feeling of his hands moving across me, and pushed back against him. I swear I heard a groan before he dug his fingertips into my hips, but the music was so loud that I could have imagined it. Damn, that grip was hot. I grinded hard against Jon, trying to give back what I was feeling. Intensity, desire, and heat were rolling off of me in waves.

Jonathan’s hips moved us to the beat, and there was a smooth, effortless sway to them that had me feeling giddy. Any guy that can move his hips while dancing can certainly move them while in bed. I arched my back so that my head leaned back against his chest, and I wrapped my arms up and around his neck, trying to get as much contact as I could.

His face came down to the side of mine, and he was breathing heavily. He trailed little kisses up my neck to my ear before speaking. “You’re driving me crazy, Gianna.” Jon’s gruff voice had me digging back harder into him. His grip was hard on my hips again, and I was sure to have small, finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. Definitely worth it, any day.

Jonathan’s hands twisted me around to face him, and his kiss was on my lips before I knew it. His hands were running up and down my back, pushing me up against him. The pressure from his hands and his hips were such a turn-on, and I deepened the kiss, pulling his hair at the back of his neck into my fingers. I couldn’t remember how long we had been making out on the dance floor once we stopped. It didn’t matter. We just needed to get out of the club.

As if reading my mind, or perhaps my body, rather, Jon pulled me behind him towards the exit once we broke our lip-lock. We quickly made our way to his car, still holding hands; I was practically jogging to keep up with his pace. Once inside and driving, my fogged senses started to come back to me.

“Jon, are you okay to drive?”

“Yeah, I only had one beer. You were intoxicating enough,” he joked. I rolled my eyes at the cheesiness of his compliment, but I was honestly flattered by it at the same time. Our drive was quiet, but the radio was on. I had moved my hand onto Jon’s thigh at some point, and I was absentmindedly moving it back and forth when he couldn’t keep his silence any longer.

“Gianna, if you keep doing that, I’m going to pull over the car right here and lay you down in the backseat,” he warned me, trying to add a severe tone to his low timbre.

“Well, it’s good thing I happen to enjoy car sex. Makes me feel all young and carefree again.” Jon seemed to choke on his own breath at that, and I couldn’t help but feel smug. Hello again, upper hand. “Your tinted windows are definitely a plus.”

“Thank God we’re almost there,” he sputtered out. “My self control with you has been worn thin for way too long.” Sooner than I had expected, Jon whipped the car into a parking spot, and we were half-sprinting into his building, laughing together at the rush of it all. With the illusion of privacy in the elevator, our kissing began again. I had my legs wrapped around Jon’s waist, my back against one wall, and my swollen lips working against his when the elevator bell dinged to inform us we had made it to our destination: Jonathan’s apartment.

Jon fumbled with his lock a bit, his hands trembling slightly. I barely had time to wonder if he was nervous, too, before I was pulled through the door and then immediately slammed back into it. We both tugged, and pulled, and nipped at each other’s lips, wanting more, wanting it all. I felt insatiable.

His strong arms easily lifted me from the floor, pushing me up against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist for the second time that night. His hands held my thighs under my dress, and he snaked his fingers up higher, running them over my stomach and ribs. I quickly tore the dress up and over my head, leaving me in my bra, underwear, and heels with my pelvis pressed firmly against Jon’s stomach.

“Gianna,” Jon groaned out after looking me over, “fuck.” I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down to pull his shirt out from his dress slacks, fumbling with the buttons. I had visions, fantasies of us in this exact position playing in my head since the day I ran into him at the coffee shop. I wanted to know what it would be like to hear Jonathan moan my name as he was pumping into me, to feel his naked skin everywhere all at once, to have him wring pleasure from my body at his touch.

“I can’t wait,” he mumbled, his mouth leaving hot kisses up and down my neck as I finally released him from his shirt. I tried to reach for his belt at the same time that he did.

“Don’t. Don’t wait,” I begged. He growled at my response and I could feel him undo his belt and drop his pants with one hand. Suddenly, I was standing again as Jon picked up his pants quickly from the floor. He’d grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and produced a condom. As he rolled it on, I felt myself become wet, and I squirmed in anticipation. His hands were pulling my underwear down, and I stepped out of them before he had me pinned against the wall again.

As soon as my legs were back around his waist, Jon thrust up into me. I cried out in shock and pleasure, feeling my body adjust and stretch to fit him. He swallowed my shout with his mouth as he kissed me hard. Neither of us moved at first, but my body couldn’t hold back, and my inner muscles clenched around him out of instinct and need.

Jon groaned into my mouth, and I could almost feel his control stretching thin. “Please, Jon,” I urged, and I thrusted my hips towards him. I couldn’t wait any longer, the tension coiling in my lower belly already begging for release. His grip on my thighs tightened again as he tried to keep his composure.

“Just give me a minute.” His head pulled back to look me in the eyes, but in the dim light I couldn’t read their expression. “This needs to last.” I gripped his back tightly, and pushed my hips into his again in defiance, bringing him further inside of me. I arched back against the wall at the feeling of pleasure, and we both let out moans because of my movement.

Jon’s control snapped like a broken rubber band. My hands dug into his muscles as he pushed me hard against the wall, thrusting upwards, edging me closer to my climax. One hand moved to my back and released the clasp on my bra, giving him access to my breasts. He tugged gently at one nipple, then harder, and I felt a surge of white-hot heat sear its way from my stomach downward.

I let out a gasp, and could no longer focus my thoughts. It was all heavy breathing, sweat, and need. Jon’s hand slid down my stomach, holding me firmly in place. I felt my orgasm pulse through my muscles and saw stars streaking across the back of my eyelids. I cried out his name, tipping him over the edge of his own release, feeling him pulse furiously inside me as he groaned into my neck.

We stayed there, clinging to each other and listening to our labored breathing. Jon pulled his head up from my shoulder, trailing kisses up my neck and then my jaw line. I turned my head to capture his mouth in my own, giving him the most scorching, deep kiss I’d ever experienced. I felt him throb, still inside of me, and it made my muscles ache for more.

Jonathan gently pulled back from me, removing himself from me and dropping me from my position on the wall. I stood on wobbly legs, feet still clad in heels, and his gaze seared over my naked skin again.

“Don’t move; I’ll be right back.” I watched him walk quickly to the bathroom, and I got to see his naked profile bathed in light for a split second as he flipped the switch from the door. I heard the toilet flush as he came back to me, still standing in the entryway of his apartment.

“Damn, Gianna. As much as those shoes probably hurt, you look impossibly sexy in nothing else right now.” I felt a blush rise up to my already flushed cheeks, and I attempted to cover myself with my hands and hair by leaning over and using the pretense of taking off my shoes as an excuse. “Oh no, none of that.” Jon stepped closer, and even in the low light coming from the bathroom, I could see his eyes showing his sincerity. “I want to see you, really see you.”
I gulped. I was slightly embarrassed at my fully exposed body and yet very turned on by Jon’s words. He crouched down and unclasped my right heel, grabbing my ankle to lift my foot out of the shoe, and then he repeated the process with the other. His hands stayed on my ankles, slowly caressing their way up my legs as he kissed the trails his fingers were making. I felt goose bumps rise from his light touches.

Jonathan’s mouth left wet, hot marks up my hipbone, my stomach, my ribs, my breast, to my nipple. He took it in his mouth, lightly sucking and grazing his teeth over the sensitive peak. I gasped and leaned back against the wall as my knees threatened to buckle, needing to hold onto his shoulders for support. Desire ran hot over my body, and I was shocked at my readiness after our go against the wall.

He moved his kisses upwards again, over my collarbone and neck to my lips, and I kissed him back, pushing my bare chest against his. He looked down at me with want burning in his dark eyes and let out a chuckle.

“So, was it worth the wait?”

“Definitely worth it. But, I’m done waiting,” I said in a smooth, low voice, skimming my hands down his flat stomach to take his cock in my hands. I was pleasantly surprised to find him already hard, and I watched as my words and my touch caused his facial expression to change from one of amusement to dark need in seconds. He let out a panting breath as I gently squeezed him before he took control again.

“Good because I’m not done with you yet. Round two.” I found my hand tugged away from him to be pulled toward the bedroom. Jon walked me over the large bed, and we both sat on the edge of it. Both of his large hands cupped my face as he leaned in to kiss me, slow and deep. Our tongues danced together, taking our time. He laid me back, keeping our lips together, and my body jolted at his touch between my legs. His fingers slid into me easily, already wet again from all of the foreplay.

“Damn, Gianna. You’re soaked,” he groaned, my readiness turning him on. I let out a moan as he pushed in and out of me faster, and I moved my hips to match his pace. “Wait, grab a condom from that drawer,” he motioned to the nightstand with his head, never slowing his pace on me. I was panting from being so close to climaxing again, and I could barely focus on opening the drawer, let alone finding a condom.

I managed to grab a square package, feeling myself getting closer to release at having to move to different angles to get the condom. “Okay, can you put it on? I’m not going to stop with you.” He said it like a threat, like a challenge, and I used all of my efforts to put it on him correctly, my hands shaking the entire time. His thumb circled around on me as I rolled it down his shaft, and it pushed me over the edge, sending me reeling from my second orgasm.

He grinned with satisfaction as he quickly removed his fingers and filled their void with his cock, slowly moving out and back in. His grin slipped as he felt the after shocks of my climax fluttering around him, and he lost his measured control again. Jon pushed into me, dipping me deeper into the mattress, and I tried to keep his pace.

Hearing the sounds of slapping flesh and our groans fill the air had that coil in my belly start to twist tight again. Being already pushed to the edge so soon, I could tell I wouldn’t last long. I burst into sound, and color, and light from the gratification. With my inner muscles clenching and trembling around his member, Jonathan quickly found his release, as well, calling out my name as he came.

My body felt like water, liquid and flowing, as I lay under Jon, enjoying the feeling of his weight over me. He kept himself propped up on his elbows to avoid crushing me, but I wouldn’t have minded at that point. I probably wouldn’t have even noticed. My mind was blissfully turned off from the overload of stimulation my body had received, and I felt entirely content and extremely sleepy.

Jon removed himself from me, discarding the used condom into a wastebasket near his nightstand. I felt him return to my side as the bed sank in and his arm went over my waist. He curled my back to his front, and I wiggled my body back against his, fitting nicely into his arms. I let out a sigh and some incoherent sounds of happiness, feeling Jon’s lips press a sweet kiss to the back of my head, before slipping into complete oblivion.

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