Under the Table(50)
He guided her through the motion, and to her own surprise, when she forced her eyes open, the ball had disappeared.
“Look at that.” He smiled into her neck before giving it a kiss, his voice and proximity setting her ablaze. “It went right in the hole. We’re pretty good on the short putts.”
She dropped the club and twisted herself within his arms. Her hands went to his neck and she pulled his lips to hers.
They drove to the next hole, and he promptly teed off into the trees.
“You did that on purpose,” she accused him.
“Damn straight,” he replied, grabbing her hand and racing for the cart, commandeering the driver’s seat. “I know this course like the back of my hand.”
They drove to the edge of the woods and she hastily got out with him, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the forest. They passed his ball on the way and both ignored it. When they were deep within the woods and far enough for his satisfaction, he gently steadied her against a tree and after an intense open-mouth kiss, he dropped to his knees.
This gentle man had hidden wolf tendencies, and it was driving her mad. The fact that he was just as turned on and willing to take the risk of doing this someplace where they could be caught had her throbbing all over.
He started a trail of kisses that began at the top of her knee sock, his fingers brushing against the back of her legs. Zoey grabbed onto handfuls of his hair until his head began to disappear under her skirt. Then it was all she could do to remain standing.
“Oh. My.” She gasped as his fingers began to push aside the material of her boy shorts to gain better access to her. She heard his grunt of impatience, and with a forceful tug, he pulled her panties down. They pooled around her ankles. With his hands firmly gripping her bottom, he kissed her there.
“Yes, Tristan, yes.” He added his tongue, and she brought a hand to her mouth to stifle the impending scream that she was sure would follow.
She heard him saying her name repeatedly through the haze that lingered after he stood back up, reaching into his back pocket. He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and began to quickly roll on the condom. She tried to help him, but he pushed her hand away.
“No time,” he groaned into her mouth while lifting her. “If you touch me, I’m done.”
In the next breath, he lowered her onto his sex, thrusting himself deep inside her.
*
He helped her back into her panties, righted his own clothing, and brushed the bark off the back of her clothes before taking her hand, and on shaky legs, they returned to the cart.
“I can’t believe you were capable of that,” Zoey said when she was once again able to think rationally.
“I’ve overheard men talking in the locker room in the past. If half of what they’re saying is true, it happens more than you think. Did I overstep?”
“It was my favorite lesson today, hands down.”
“Well, you know what they say. Practice makes perfect.”
“I can honestly say that right now, there is nothing I care less about than golf.” The memory of what they had done was still so fresh, she was light-headed and swoony.
“I hope I didn’t ruin the sport for you.”
“On the contrary, I will never look at it the same way again.”
“That makes two of us.”
“That’s really saying something. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It was certainly meant as one.”
Instead of driving to the next tee, Tristan turned the cart back in the direction of the clubhouse. Zoey turned to Tristan, puzzled.
“I was only kidding before. Sort of.” Zoey could feel herself blushing furiously while looking at him. He had once again left her feeling weak, in a multitude of ways. She suddenly felt shy and had trouble telling him that he had provided the most climactic experience of her life. She settled on telling him, “I love watching you play.”
“Zoey, you have sapped me of all my concentration for golf. And I’m hungry, for you and for food. What do you say we head back to my place, order more pizza, and spend the rest of the day in bed?”
They were still quiet in the car on the way back into the city. But he had already changed. From the backseat of the car, he boldly placed his hand on her knee. Then he slowly let it creep up her thigh before coming to rest just under her skirt. He gently stroked her over her panties while still maintaining his gaze out the window.
“Insatiable.” She wiggled then leaned over and whispered in his ear. “And really not fair.”
He turned away from the window to bestow a most devilish smile and politely returned his hand to his own lap. When they got back to his place, she was going to teach him some lessons of her own to try and even the sensual score.
“Can we stop at my place, so I can pick up a few things?” Zoey asked.
“Certainly,” he replied, kissing her, then gave her address to the driver.
Tristan asked the car to wait and accompanied Zoey up to the apartment. He wasn’t through touching her, he was so caught up in their euphoria. Before she opened the door, he stopped to give her one more thorough kiss, and she stuck the key in the lock.
From the doorway, she saw a hulking figure standing in the middle of her living room with its back to the door. It turned around at Zoey’s sharp intake of breath and began to smile.