He cups my ass, pushing me down, rubbing my center against the bulge in his boxer briefs.
I’m hot everywhere and so wet that I know he can feel it even through my panties.
“You make me so fucking hard, Zee.” He breathes into my mouth, grinding his hips to show me that I affect him just as much as he affects me.
“You’re so big, babe.” I whimper, reaching down to stroke his impressive erection.
Lev pushes me down, grinding his hips up to get us more contact where we need it the most.
That’s when I notice that his ice pack slipped off and is now abandoned in the middle of the bed.
“Hey, your ice pack.” I attempt to grab it, but he keeps me from climbing off his lap.
“Fuck the ice pack. You’re the best medicine.” He grinds his hips again to get his point across.
I want him just as badly as he wants me, but if I made his injury worse, I would never forgive myself.
“Ok. But there are some rules, or this isn’t gonna happen.”
His green eyes shine with amusement. “Yes ma’am. I like it when you tell me what to do. Lay those rules on me, I’ll be a good boy since word on the street is that I failed at being bad.”
“Shut up.” I giggle, swatting at his sexy chest. “I’m serious. The rule is that I do all the work so we don’t fuck up your shoulder by putting weight on it. Then, the ice pack goes right back on. Deal?”
“You drive a hard bargain.” Lev’s smile widens. “But we have a deal. Now take off this top so I can enjoy the view while you do all the work.”
As I start pulling my tank top up to my chest, he grabs at the fabric to help me.
“What did I just say?” I scold, but there’s no heat in my tone. “I can do this.”
“Sorry.” His unrepentant smile tells me that he’s enjoying this a lot more than he should. Maybe his shoulder isn’t that bad like he kept saying, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. I don’t want to be the reason why Lev misses any hockey games. That’s without even considering how much trouble we could get in with Mason if he couldn’t race.
Thinking about Mason Morelli is the last thing I want right now, so I focus my attention on my hot boyfriend.
Once my tank top hits the floor, Lev’s hand returns to my chest, but he hesitates.
“Do I have permission to touch your beautiful, perfect tits?”
I know he’s teasing me, but I love Lev’s playful side. “Permission granted, but be careful with that injured arm.”
My nipples are two achy points, begging for his touch. Sensation courses through me as Lev’s rough palms rub the sensitive nubs. Then his fingers tweak them just enough that it’s on the right side of that thin line between pleasure and pain.
“I need to lick you.” He pants. “Lean closer, Zee.”
“Good boy for asking.” I murmur as I do as I’m told.
His tongue swirls around one nipple as his fingers keep playing with the other.
Just when I think he’s about to switch sides, he grazes me with his teeth.
“Oh, God, please don’t stop.” I beg.
It feels as if my clit were tied to my nipples with an invisible string, and every kiss, lick and bite increases the throbbing sensation between my legs.
I’m so sensitive right now that I could probably come just like this. A few grinds of my increasingly wet center against Lev’s hard-on would be enough.
But why settle for less when I can have everything?
“Babe,” I pant. “I need you now.”
