He slips a third in, and I snap upright only to be anchored back down by his solid forearm. It’s a blessing and a curse because the pressure across my lower stomach amplifies the sensations created by his fingers, and for once, it doesn’thurt.
I try to hang on. I really do. I do everything I can not to make a peep. But when the climax hits me, I’m done for. It bulldozes into me, and stars flash behind my eyes.
I think I might grip him so hard that I draw blood—and he doesn’tstop. I’m squealing and hitting his arm to tap out, but he’s still relentless, drawing my orgasm out until I can no longer draw air into my lungs, and that deep, uncomfortable ache I know too well returns.
Finally,he frees my oversensitive sex and pulls his fingers out of me. Then the only noises that fills the silence are my heavy breaths that sound as if I’ve run a marathon.
The dull pain in my lower stomach is there, a constant discomfort that likely won’t go away for several hours. But it’s not so bad that I want to call it a night.
A shiver rolls down my spine from the cool air kissing my flesh. Another when my thighs rub together as Leo releases me to stand and move across the room, abandoning me on the bed.
I push up on my elbows and squeeze my legs together as embarrassment colors my cheeks. Did I do something wrong?
“Are you...” I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself to say the last part. “Leaving?”
I don’t want him to go. I want space to process, but while he’s here—and I don’t want to be alone after what we just did.
His amused chuckle both soothes me and sets me on edge, especially when his only response is by way of unzipping a bag of some kind, then returning to the bed and placing something large on the other side of me where I can’t see.
My vision has hardly adjusted to the darkness, but even blind I’d know Leo’s taking his shirt off. I’ve never been so upset that the lights are off until this moment.
He pushes my legs apart with his knees and settles between them. I’m either bold or stupid for reaching forward to touch him. When he doesn’t stop me, I decide I’m the former.
Leo feels like he’s been sculpted from marble beneath my fingers. Fire burns through me as I study him with my hands. Every ridge of his abs is noticeable; the hard planes of his chest and the bulge of his biceps are a testament to the hours he’s spent honing himself.
His stomach clenches, breath hitting a stutter when I dare trail lower, snaking over his belly button, down to the deep V, and hesitating before brushing the inch of skin above his sweatpants.
The only reason I’m brave enough to take the next step is because of the sound of his ragged groan. My fingers dip beneath his waistband, and he grabs my wrist before I get the chance to gasp.
“What? You think you deserve my cock after what you did?” There’s something sharp in his hoarse breath. It’s tipped with a sinister sort of excitement.
Guilt eats at me. I should’ve texted him to cancel our date, but I... I couldn’t. I have no real excuse. I think something in my twisted mind told me he’d be angrier if I told him why I wasn’t going to be there.
“Lie back.”
This time, I know I’m stupid when I do as he says. Goosebumps decorate my skin, both from trepidation and curiosity as he picks up the item beside me and moves to the side. My eyes widen at the big, longthingI can make out in the darkness.
There’s the indistinguishable sound of a cap opening, followed by asquirt.
I must be a goddamn fucking idiot for lying there with my mouth hanging open as he brings the object between my legs. First, a cold gel touches my sex. Then, something rock solid prods at my entrance, and I jolt back. Leo grabs onto my leg to keep me steady before I can get very far.
“It’s my hockey stick,” he says.
Hiswhat?
“I’ve cleaned it already.”
I don’t think that’s what my current concern is. “It’s not going to f?—”
Fingers slip inside me, and he starts thrusting. It’s a highly effective method to shut me up. I clamp my palm over my mouth and become putty in his very capable hands—hands that are definitely adding another finger and spreading what must be lube around.
He doesn’t stop as he says, “Since you’re so desperate to be in my world, I’ll have you on the ice with me. There’s a big game on tonight.”
Leo uses his thumb to rub my clit, and I can’t help but feel slightly ashamed that I’m fairly certain I’m going to come in the next sixty seconds if he keeps this up. By God’s grace or pure coincidence, he takes me closer to the edge and stops just as my claws are about to latch onto another orgasm.
“I’m going to put this in your tight little cunt, okay?” he rasps, lining the hockey stick up at my entrance. “It’s going to feel so good, baby, I promise.”
My stomach flutters at the term of endearment. Every inch of my body wants to do this for him—wants to please him. He’s living out every dark, depraved fantasy I’ve ever had. Hell, I’vewrittenabout scenes just like this one. I want this. Biology be damned.
