“Fuck,” he murmured, as if to himself, before he shoved his face into the crease of my hips.
He mouthed along the skin, letting the sharp scruff on his cheeks and chin scrape along my tender flesh. I smiled at the thought of the beard burn I knew would appear on my skin before he was done. As much as I hated having pale skin that betrayed every heated emotion, I loved seeing Ash’s marks on me the next day. It was tangible proof of these feelings between us when I couldn’t be next to him or had to pretend in front of the team that we had a regular, detached player-coach relationship.
The slick of his fingers on the base of my dick had me sucking in a breath in anticipation, only to swallow agroan.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he rumbled against my hipbone.
He’d replaced the feather-light kisses with sharper nips as he worked his way over my hip and down to the side of my left ass cheek, opening his mouth wider so that he’d get more of my flesh between his teeth.
“Oh!” I yelped, my dick jerking with the little zing the pressure from Ash’s mouth sent through my nerve endings.
Ash’s head popped up so he could see my eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, soothing the skin where his mouth had just been with his non-lubed hand.
Blood rushed to the tips of my ears.
“No! Not at all. Just surprised, I promised.Pleasekeep going.”
I was not above pleading at this point.
He held my gaze intently, briefly searching the rest of my face for any sign of discomfort, before nodding as if he was satisfied that I’d told him the truth.
“Yeah? You want me to keep going?” Ash’s smile turned sly.
“God, yes. I’m going nuts over here. At least touch my dick, please.”
He hummed a noncommittal sound, merely pushing his body up and over my left leg so he could sit up on his knees.
Ah, fuck. Ash had moved further away from my dick, content to let me suffer more.
“Mnph,” I whined, dismayed at not having him overtop of me, pinning me down with his weight and allowing me some much-needed friction.
“Shh, can you wait a little longer?” He asked, teasing my skin as he waited for my nod. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” Ash promised, pulling my leg over his so I was spread obscenely wide.
My gut swooped at the thought of giving myself over fully to Ash’s plans.
Ash should come with a warning label. Forget about his role as one of the biggest stars in the NHL. He could commandeer every cell in my body with a hot look and a few choice words.
“Aren’t I always good?”
The question popped out before I could think about it. The last thing I wanted to do was stall getting him inside me any longer.
Mercifully, Ash brought his lubed fingers to the top of my ass cheek, gently dragging them along my crack.
“Oh yeah,” he rumbled. “My Cade baby is always so sweet for me.”
thirty-one
ASHER
Fuck.Fuck!
I was going to come all over Cade’s leg if he kept up this hot kind of sugary-sweetness. The way he’d sunk deep into the playful teasing was hot as hell.
There was no way I could let myself come until I had him drowning in pleasure.
But he’d asked me to fuck him tonight, and I wasn’t going to disappoint my boyfriend after so many weeks of holding back. Even I could admit I’dgone into overprotective mode when it came to penetrative sex.
