“Going to tape your wrists together. Don’t move,” I tell her, fucking her deeper.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” she answers with a gasp.
My tongue is heavy in my mouth. My brain is still somewhere out on the ice or in the hall. I’m slow to catch up, and I don’t want to stop touching her. I don’t want to stop coaxing those soft noises out of her, but I want her in a way that’s new. In a way I’ve never had anyone else, and I fumble with a roll of athletic tape.
“I was going to use the hockey tape you would use to wrap a stick, but I don’t want it to be too tight. This will get the job done.” I lift her arm and kiss her hand. “Tell me if it hurts?”
“I will. It’s just like the ribbons, right?”
I nod, ripping off a piece of tape with my teeth. I hold her hands together, wrapping the tape around her wrists three times. When they’re bound, I give them a tug, satisfied with the snugness.
“How does that feel?” I ask.
“Perfect,” she breathes out.
“Good.” I move her ass across the desk, stopping when she’s at the edge. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, dragging my finger through her entrance. I push back inside her and Hannah moans, dropping her head back. “Even when you lose, you’re so pretty.” The heel of her skate presses into my back, urging me forward, and I shake my head. “I call the shots here, sweetheart. You’re going to have to be patient.”
I start by licking her clit. Light, slow laps of my tongue, and for as much as I want to tell her to stay still, I like when she lifts her hips. I like when she takes her bound hands and puts them on my head, pulling my hair.
“Brody.” She wiggles her ass. I reach up, my thumb grazing over her hard nipple. “I’ve been turned on for over an hour. I don’t want to be teased. My wrists… being here with you. It’s a lot. I need you.”
“It’s not about you want, remember?” I give her clit a slap, smirking when she arches her back. “If you had won, then you could tell me to hurry up and fuck you. But you got me on my knees. It’s not a total loss, right?” My shoulders push her legs open. The feel of her skates on my bare skin is dangerous given that a blade to the knee is what ended my playing career, but I can’t stop now. “Let me worship you my way.”
“Okay.”
Her agreement is soft, resigned. On the edge of blissfulness when I give her what she wants: three fingers in her cunt and my tongue back on her clit. I devour her like the world is going to end tomorrow, my cock hard as hell when she moans my name and gets my beard nice and wet.
“Like that, angel?” I ask.
“You could teach a pussy eating class, Brody.”
“Wouldn’t want to do it with anyone but you.” The tips of my ears turn pink. My skin is on fire. “No one tastes as good as you.”
She moans when I hold her open and bury my tongue inside her. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever had, and I’d be perfectly content to die just like this: with her thighs squeezing around my neck. With her panting my name. With a drop of sweat rolling down her knee.
I grin and give her clit another light slap that makes her hips buck. Her whispered words turn explicit, sharp, and a needy demand falls from her mouth.
“Please,” she begs, and I’ve never been one to deny her what she wants.
Her orgasm starts to build when I switch back to my fingers—four of them, to get her ready for my cock—and curl theminside her. Her breathing shifts to a raw, desperate whisper of my name, and I feel it too. The animalistic way Ineedher like I need oxygen, and when she rides my fingers, hips rolling, tits bouncing as she takes, and takes, andtakes, I watch in pure fucking awe of how goddamn beautiful she is when she comes undone.
And,fuck, does she come undone. All over my hand. On my tongue in panting, strangled groans as she collapses onto her back. Her body convulses when I slow my fingers. When I pull out of her and watch her pussy beg for my cock, a second jolt of pleasure hitting her when I tap her clit until a tear rolls down her cheek.
“I can’t—” Hannah writhes on the desk. I hold her, a hand on her hip so she’s not in danger of falling. “It’s too much.Brody. Please.”
That word again. It’s enough to make me lose my senses. To turn me absolutely fucking stupid.
“Please what, princess?” I unlace her first skate, letting it fall to the floor. I make quick work of the other and pull off her socks, kicking everything out of the way so I don’t step on them. “Please fuck you? Please fill you up with my cum? What do you want, Hannah?”
“Both of those things.” She rests her bound hands on her chest. Her skin is a pretty shade of red. Her hair is everywhere, and she props her feet on the wood. “Anything. I’ll take anything you give me.”
I remove my own skates and my briefs. Her sated smile turns wicked,hungrywhen she sees my cock thick and hard between my legs. I grip her knee, lining myself with her entrance, then freeze.
“Shit,” I say. “Fuck. We can’t do this.”
“What?” She tries to prop herself up on an elbow, but can’t. “Why not?”
“I didn’t bring a condom with me.”
