"All of it off, Lainey." He taunts his demand.
Sitting up slightly, I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra. He abandons me the moment my good-as-gone lace underwear is on the floor. I hear the sound of the drawer on the nightstand open, and he returns with a condom.
The view of him throwing his boxer briefs to the side ups the ante, and more heat pools below my belly. My eyes grow into saucers because his cock is long and girthy.
"Like what you see?" That cocky grin is my undoing.
I'm far too eager for him to hurry up. "I give credit where credit is due."
The sound of the wrapper opening only excited me. I’m doing this… with him. Never would have thought, but apparently somewhere deep in my mind there has always been a wild dream for him.
His hungry eyes lock with mine as his knee dips into the mattress, and I return to my back. I can't help it, and I reach out to his hips to encourage him to take me.
My thighs part, and he moves into position. "No going back after this, Lainey. But you are too drenched that I have an idea of what your answer might be."
My clit throbs because I'm desperate to unravel. "Please," I beg.
The devilish smirk is back, and my eyes close the moment his cock slides between my folds, feeling how wet I am.
"Look at me." Tyler is direct, and my eyes fly open.
He begins to enter me slowly, controlled, deeper,and then some more. He groans as he pulls back, then drives right back in.
I squeeze my core and breathe heavily, his rhythm only leading me closer to relief.
"Fuck," he curses to himself. His arms hook under my knees, and he splays me wide as he speeds up.
My fingers claw into the mattress, and our eyes meeting only intensifies this moment.
We stay in the pattern until finally, my body explodes from my orgasm that's been dying to escape. He stays inside me as I shake, and he is relentless in the pursuit of his orgasm.
"You look fucking good when you come around my cock." His rugged breathy voice drips with satisfaction. He pushes into me only to slide out, then back in with abandon. He uses me the way he needs until he follows with his own release.
He stills inside me before he falls onto the bed, completely spent. I feel my own pounding chest and his is visibly moving.
“Give me a sec,” he breathes out and rolls out of bed.
I pull the duvet to me and stare at the ceiling as my heartrate settles. Smiling to myself, I’m really liking the way this evening turned out. I take a moment to observe my surroundings because admittedly, I kind of skipped that part when we were in our clawing-clothes-off hysteria.
Huh, so this is where Tyler sleeps.
The door to his walk-in closet is slightly ajar but all I see is a line of suits. Admittedly, I might have joined half the female population stopping mid-scroll when the team posts pre-game photos. A guy in a hockey uniform is okay, but a hockey guy in a suit is a full-on eleven out of ten.
“What has you smiling?”
I sit up partly on my propped elbows. “Nothing crazy.”
He slides under the covers to join me. Only for a second do I remember that leaving or him wanting me to go could be an option. However, he seems intent on having me stay.
“I hope you don’t hog the sheets.”
On purpose, I tug the duvet from his side of the bed. “I would never.”
He rolls to his side to mirror my position. He reclaims his sheets with one jerk. “Equal distribution.”
“Fair enough.”
“What are the chances since we are sharing a bed that I get to fuck you again before morning?”
