She was panting, breathless with laughter and lust. Some wickedly perverse impulse made her confess, “Actually, I wouldn’t mind having a threesome with you and any of—”
“What?” Reid gave her another hearty swat on her ass.
She let out a long, throaty groan.
“Ahh. I see.” His voice was a dark, sexy rumble. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Nadia closed her eyes and bit her lip, her fingers digging into the sofa cushion. Her bikini panties had gotten wedged between her ass cheeks. Reid ran his fingertips along the strip of lace until he found her wetness, slicking it over her lips and clit. As she writhed and moaned with pleasure, his breathing quickened and his cock grew impossibly harder.
“Answer me,” he growled.
She couldn’t even remember the question. Burying her face in the sofa cushion, she arched her back and lifted her ass into the air. “Spank me, papi!”
Reid brought his hand down hard, delivering another stinging smack.
She climaxed with a quivering scream.
“I knew it,” Reid leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You’re a wicked girl, aren’t you, Nadia? A wicked girl who likes playing wicked games.”
She gave a breathy laugh as hot shivers ran through her body.
Her pussy was still spasming when he lifted her off his lap and set her down on the sofa. Her ass cheeks were burning, but she didn’t care. She’d thoroughly enjoyed getting spanked by her big strapping hockey player. She’d definitely have to misbehave more often.
Licking her lips, she watched through glazed eyes as Reid slid off the sofa to kneel between her thighs. When she lifted her hips, he pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. Then she lay back against the sofa cushion, letting him arrange her legs over his massive shoulders.
She watched as he leaned down and fastened his mouth onto her drenched pussy, caressing her with his tongue and lightly biting her clit. Her body jolted and she cried out, arching against his mouth.
He groaned roughly, the sexy sound vibrating against her tender flesh. “I love the taste of your cum. So fucking hot and sweet.”
She shivered violently, her head rolling back against the sofa. He slid his tongue into her slick folds, nuzzling her clit with the tip. She pulled on his hair, gasping and pushing her hips into his face.
She felt him shudder as he swirled his tongue over and around her swollen clit, the teasing friction making her toes curl.
“Reid…oh, shit, baby,” she whimpered, gripping his hair in one hand and squeezing her breast in the other.
As he ran his tongue up one side of her slit and down the other, her stomach muscles twitched and her thighs tensed. She breathed in and out as his tongue flayed her clit, delivering hot lashes that made her eyes cross. When he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and began sucking her, she grew hotter and wetter, the pleasure intensifying until she came apart with a hoarse scream, her whole body arching upward. Her orgasm rolled sharply over her like a colossal tidal wave, drowning her in sensations that left her shaking and gasping for breath.
Reid watched her with blazing satisfaction, his lips and jaw smeared wet with her juices. She sagged back against the sofa, reeling from the indescribable pleasure of his tongue game.
When her spasms died away, he lowered her legs from his shoulders and stood, shoving down his boxer briefs. His massive cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach, the fat crown glistening wetly.
A ripple of lust shot through her pussy.
“My turn.” She was off the sofa and kneeling between his thighs before he could open his mouth. She gripped his jutting cock in her hand and slicked her tongue along the tip, delighting in his low hiss. He was so thick and hard, pulsing and throbbing with need. For her. All for her.
“Such a big, beautiful dick,” she said in a breathy voice. “You’ve seriously ruined me for all other dicks.”
He made a rough noise in his throat, something between a laugh and a groan.
She lifted her eyes from his cock to his face. He was so tall she had to tilt her head back to look into those smoldering blue eyes. He was staring down at her, as powerful and imposing as an ancient Greek god, a mythological ruler who was about to get the blowjob of his life.
Smiling at the thought, she began to pump his cock, stroking the rigid column from base to crown. He shuddered and let out a ragged groan that made her clit tingle with excitement.
She licked the bulging vein that ran the length of his cock, feeling him pulse against her tongue. Staring into his eyes, she took him slowly into her mouth.
His sharp intake of breath thrilled and aroused her beyond belief.
“Mmm,” she purred. “This dick is everything.”
“Jesus,” he gasped, bracing his legs apart as if to keep from crumpling to the floor.
She mouthed the thick cap of his cock, curling her tongue around it and nibbling the ridge. He moaned hoarsely and plowed his hands into her hair, his fingers pressing into her scalp. Emboldened by his reaction, she opened her lips wider, taking him deeper inside. His dick seemed to grow impossibly longer, thicker. Harder.
She licked and sucked him until he grabbed the back of her skull and growled a low warning, “You’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.”
Her pussy squeezed. “Please do. I want to swallow your cum.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back.
As she worked her lips and tongue along his shaft, his hands tightened in her hair, holding her head close to his groin. His heady male scent filled her nostrils, an intoxicating aphrodisiac that heated her blood. Lifting her mouth from his cock, she cupped his balls, enjoying the heft of them in her palm before leaning in to lick them.
Reid jerked and shuddered, hissing in pleasure.
She suckled and massaged his swollen balls, staring up into his face. His lips were parted, his eyes closed in anguished ecstasy. Aroused by the image, she returned to sucking his dick, savoring the hard pressure of him straining in her mouth.
He moaned gutturally as she flicked her tongue over his cockhead and deepened the suction of her mouth on each downward stroke. She’d never considered herself a pro at giving head. But she was so attuned to this man’s body that she knew just where to lick and nibble, when to pull and suck harder to set his nerve endings on fire.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned, sounding agonized. “Nadia…baby…goddamn…”
He began thrusting his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as he groaned her name over and over.
She felt his skin tightening, felt him growing even thicker and harder. His thigh muscles clenched and his breathing grew harsher, coming in ragged gasps as his hips pistoned faster. Reaching around his body, she squeezed his taut ass cheek as he fucked her mouth.
He came with a wrenching shout, flooding her mouth with hot spurts of cum. She moaned with pleasure as she swallowed every drop, savoring his musky maleness.
By the time he was done, she was so wet and turned on she couldn’t see straight. As she withdrew her mouth from his dick, a string of saliva connected them for a moment and then snapped.
Reid stood above her gasping, his eyes closed, chest heaving up and down. Unable to resist, she reached up and flattened her palm against the hard muscles of his abdomen, feeling them quiver in response to her touch. She licked her lips, staring at the glistening length of his shaft hanging between his legs. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her, pounding her into sweet oblivion.
Slowly he opened his eyes and gazed down at her, stroking her hair. “The things you do to me…”
She smiled up at him. “The things we do to each other.”
A lazy smile of satisfaction curved his mouth. “I’m a lucky son of a bitch.”
“You are.” She licked her lips seductively. “And the night’s still young. Let’s see how much luckier you can get.”
His cock jumped, rising before her eyes.
“Mmm,
” she purred. “I think I’m the lucky one, Mr. Super Stamina.”
Grinning, he reached down and helped her to her feet, then lifted her effortlessly into his arms. She wrapped her thighs around his hips, feeling his cock press against her folds as she kissed and nibbled his neck. He carried her across the suite to the dining table and set her down on the edge. The glossy marble was smooth and cool beneath her naked bottom.
She watched as Reid reached into the gourmet basket behind her and removed a small jar of hot fudge. He unscrewed the lid, his eyes gleaming wickedly as he drawled, “I’m in the mood for double chocolate.”
The jar came with a handy little serving spoon. He scooped out a spoonful of fudge, held it over her chest and tipped the spoon over.
Both of them looked down, watching as a dark ribbon of chocolate trickled slowly down her breast. It dripped off the pointy tip of her nipple, clung there for a moment, and then splashed onto her thigh.
“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” Reid rasped.
She shivered as he leaned down to lick the melting trail of fudge.
“Mmm,” he rumbled his appreciation against her skin. “Chocolate on chocolate.”
She let out a throaty laugh and arched backward, her eyes closing in ecstasy as his hot tongue laved and sucked her erect nipple. The decadent sensation shot straight down to her pussy, making her throb and ache.
He groaned with pleasure. “Sanders fudge never tasted so damn good.”
She whimpered and bit her lip, her clit pulsing fiercely between her thighs. “More,” she whispered.
He was already grabbing the jar and spooning out more fudge. She shivered hard as warm ribbons of chocolate drizzled down, sliding over her breasts and coating her sensitive nipples.
Reid smiled with wicked satisfaction. Then he bent and licked the chocolate off her tits, making her gasp and arch into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her left nipple and gave it a teasing nip before sucking the hard point between his lips. She moaned with pleasure, her clit throbbing in time with each hot, hungry pull of his mouth.
“God, Nadia.” His voice was rough, needy. “I could devour you whole right now.”
She trembled as he dragged his lips and tongue over her heated flesh, licking every last drop of the sweet confection off her body. Her thighs quivered and her pussy creamed under the deliciously sinful onslaught.
“Reid…oh, God…” She writhed against him, her hand tangling in his hair as he moved downward, licking off the fudge he’d spilled on her thigh. Her back arched and her hips surged off the table to grind against his face, his chest, any part of him she could touch. The need to have him inside her was like a burning fever she couldn’t bear any longer.
He cupped her cheek, the rough skin of his palm inciting shivers. Lifting her face to his, she welcomed his hungry kiss, tasting the sweet chocolate mingled with his hot desire. His other hand slid down to her buttocks and pulled her flush against him. She quivered from the contact, her skin wet and sticky from the chocolate and his tongue.
“I need you,” she whispered desperately. “Oh, God, Reid, I need you so bad.”
His eyes glittered at her. “How bad?”
She bit his lower lip. “Don’t play with me.”
With a husky laugh, he lowered her back down to the table. She eagerly stroked his chest and stomach, caressing rope after rope of hard muscle. Reaching down, he spread her thighs wide and rocked against her slick folds, his cock hard as granite.
She moaned his name, need clawing through her. “Reid…”
“I got you, baby,” he whispered.
She watched in breathless anticipation as his hand went to his groin, strong fingers wrapping around his cock as he guided himself to her drenched opening. Aroused beyond all bearing, she could hardly stand the wait.
His eyes lifted, searing her with his scorching gaze.
She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles at the small of his back. He groaned and pushed inside her, his cock so thick and hot she gasped.
He shuddered. “Fuck, Nadia.”
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
A flash of wicked amusement lit his eyes before he began a slow pump into her, the luscious heat of him filling her to swelling.
She raked her hands down his back and cupped his round buttocks. She could feel the tight clenching of his muscles as he pushed deep inside her, then the relaxing of those same muscles as he pulled back out. It was so erotic, the sensations so blisteringly intense. All she could do was hold on and just try to breathe.
Increasing his tempo, he fucked her deep and hard, whispering a litany of words into her ear—guttural, male, explicitly erotic words that had her quivering and moaning. He told her how good she felt, the things he wanted to do to her, what he was already doing and how much deeper and harder he could go.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered between panting breaths, reeling from his words and the steely length of his thrusting cock. “You fuck me so good, baby. So damn good.”
He held her face between his hands, spearing her with his gaze as his hips pounded her in a driving rhythm that left her gasping, hard tremors racing through her body. She was so wet she could hear the slurping sounds their genitals made as he stroked in and out of her, possessing her with enough force to rattle the table beneath her.
She clawed his muscular back and bit his shoulder, causing him to growl and thrust even faster and harder, his heavy balls slapping the curve of her ass.
It wasn’t long before they both started to shake, gripped by an explosive orgasm that had them exultantly shouting each other’s names. Nadia’s thighs clamped tighter around Reid’s hips as he pumped hot jets of semen inside her, making her womb spasm with every throb of his release.
Then they collapsed together on the table, his big body blanketing hers, their sweat-slick limbs trembling and their breath coming in shallow gasps.
Neither of them could speak for several moments.
When Nadia got her voice back, she murmured lazily, “Something tells me your incidental charges are gonna be astronomical. We almost broke the table, and it’s only my first night here.”
A low chuckle rumbled from his throat as his lips nuzzled her ear. “Whatever the charges are, it’ll be money well spent.”
She let out a breathy laugh, running her hand slowly down his back.
He braced himself above her, the muscles in his arms bulging on either side of her head as he scattered kisses along her jaw, throat and collarbone. She arched into him, pure bliss radiating through every part of her body and soul.
Eventually he lifted off her, pulling her up with him. Her lips curved in a hazy smile of contentment as he ran a hand across her cheek and through her damp hair, then kissed her nose. He couldn’t stop touching her, kissing her, and she basked in it, soaking it up like a cat drowsing in a sun-filled window.
He rested his forehead against hers, mesmerizing her with the depths of his searching gaze. “When I held you down and spanked you…I didn’t even think. Was that triggering for you?”
His concern for her caused her heart to swell. God, she loved this man.
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “It wasn’t triggering at all.”
Relief flickered in his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” She reached up and touched his cheek. “I feel completely safe with you, Reid. I know you could never hurt me like that.”
He turned his face into her hand and kissed her palm. Then, holding her tender gaze, he leaned down and slanted his mouth over hers.
She lost herself in the kiss, in the long, slow movement of his mouth against hers.
Without breaking the seal of their lips, he lifted her into his arms and carried her through the doorway into the bedroom.
Sometime later that night, Reid got the munchies, as he often did after sex. So he rolled quietly out of bed, pulled on a pair of black pajama bottoms and went in search of snacks.
Nadia lay there for a few min
utes, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking until she had to get up and pee. After using the bathroom, she slipped on the black satin Carine Gilson kimono she’d splurged on. Tying the belt of the short robe, she padded from the bedroom to find Reid reclining on the sofa with his bare feet propped up on the coffee table. He was munching on a gourmet pretzel he’d pilfered from the gift basket. The room was dark save for the flickering glow of the large flatscreen television mounted on the wall.
Nadia sat next to him on the sofa, tucking her legs underneath her. He fed her the rest of his pretzel, brushing a crumb from the corner of her mouth and letting his thumb linger on her lips as she chewed.
She gave him a smile.
He smiled back and winked before returning his attention to the television. He was watching NHL Tonight on the hockey channel. Highlights and scores from tonight’s games flashed across the screen. A Blackhawks loss had pushed the Rebels into first place in the division, second overall in the Western Conference.
Nadia grinned. “Well, that’s certainly good news.”
“Yup.” Reid leaned his head back against the sofa, folded his hands over his rock-hard stomach and crossed his ankles on the table. His feet were long, broad and masculine with a sprinkling of dark hair and short, clean toenails. Every inch of the man was sexy.
“You should be sleeping,” Nadia told him. “You have to be up early for practice.”
“I know,” he murmured. “But I can’t sleep.”
“Too wired?”
He nodded.
“Mind racing?”
His chest lifted on a soft exhalation of breath. “Yeah.”
Nadia studied him. Flickering lights from the television played across the hard angles of his face, highlighting his thick eyelashes and the dark beard growth on his jaw.
“What’s on your mind?” she gently probed.
When he didn’t respond, she tried not to take it personal. He got like this sometimes. Quiet, withdrawn, brooding. The moods usually passed, but while they lingered, he felt so distant from her. Impenetrable.
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