“This turning you on, sunshine?” He guides me to take him deeper as he hits the back of my throat, causing me to whimper against the pleasure building inside me. Reaching his hand down, he finds me bare under my t-shirt and swipes his fingers through my arousal. “Jesus…you’re soaking wet,” he moans. “Change of plans,” he says, pulling me up. “Turn around and straddle me,” he growls out, and I quickly obey, eager to see what he has planned.
He yanks off my t-shirt before his hand is pushing me down on him as he positions my ass in the air, baring myself to him. His hands grip my waist as he pulls me back to where his breath fans my center.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight,” he says with a deep rumble vibrating from his chest. “I’m going to taste this sweet pussy now, sunshine, while I fuck that beautiful mouth of yours.”
“O…okay,” I stammer, feeling too worked up to even form a thought.
Suddenly, he’s everywhere all at once, and for a moment, it’s too intense as I get hit with a tsunami of sensations.
Wanting to make him feel the way I do right now, I take him deep again, finding a rhythm to match his own. Every moan he makes vibrates against my skin, sending even more pleasure as my muffled cries wrap around him.
His scruff feels like heaven against my sensitive skin as I rock against him, so close to the edge that I’m hanging on by a mere thread.
When I feel his thumb swipe upward toward my ass, I lose all sense of reality as he swirls it against my puckered opening before adding pressure just as two fingers enter me deeply between my legs and his mouth sucks my swollen bud.
It’s like the perfect trifecta of a beautiful storm as I splinter into a million pieces. My cry is desperate and raw as I suck him deep and hard.
His groan is muffled and long as he works me from all angles as his hips buck up, leaving a warm release in the back of my throat. I greedily take it all as my body trembles to the core.
When I’m finally coherent, I slowly release him, breathing heavily as his mouth takes one more taste before letting me go.
“Fuck,” he pants. “We may not make it out of this alive.”
“The chances are very slim,” I giggle breathlessly as I turn back around and curve to his side.
His hand plays with my hair as I listen to his heart slowly return to a normal, steady beat.
“I leave today,” he says quietly.
“I know,” I whisper, remembering he has two back-to-back away games this week. “Are you excited to see New York again? I’m sure your teammates have missed you.” I try not to think about all the women he left up there, probably counting down the hours until he returns.
“It will be nice to kick their ass.” I hear the smile in his voice, and lift up, placing my hand on his chest and settling my chin there as I gaze up at him.
“The Devils won their first game, too. I heard they’re pretty good this year.” I bite back a smile at his scowl.
“That’s because I trained them to be that way. Our team is better, though. We’ll get the win,” he says with no hesitation. “Boston, too.”
“Watch out for Morris. He’s going to want revenge for embarrassing him last year in the fight you two shared.” Morris is known for stirring up emotions and won’t think twice about playing dirty to get the win. Last year, Knox put him in his place fairly quickly when the gloves were dropped.
“Don’t worry about Morris,” he chuckles, dismissing him right away. “I’m more interested in knowing how you even knew about that fight? You watched my games?” His eyebrow raises, and I realize I just let him in on my secret.
“My brothers always had your game on. It was hard to ignore when they were shouting at the TV all the time. I must have heard them talking about it.” I play it off like it’s nothing, but he can see right through me.
“You are such a bad liar,” he chuckles.
“Fine,” I huff, knowing it’s no use to lie at this point. “I’ve watched every single one of your games that’s been on the air. My family loves hockey, so it’s not that big of a deal.”
“It’s a big deal to me,” he says quietly. “Are you watching the next two?”
“I was planning on it.” I really wish I could read his mind as I struggle to see past his walls.
“Hmmm. Maybe you really are my lucky charm.”
“Be careful, Stone. It’s sounding an awful lot like you might actually like me.” I lay my cheek back down on his chest as his fingers weave through my hair again, putting me in a deep, sated state.
“Liking you has never been the problem,” I hear him finally say. “It’s the keeping you part that terrifies me.”
“Would keeping me be such a bad thing?” I ask, holding my breath as I wait to see if he will give me more.
