“What the hell is that?” I ask him as I pat my hair down, and when I see him still staring, I tie it up.
“It’s when you FaceTime, but have sex doing it. FaceSex.” He looks at Max. “You do that, right?”
Max shakes his head and tries to hide his smile.
“You were doing face sex with your asshole boyfriend,” Matthew says angrily.
“Why is he an asshole?” I tilt my head to the side.
“What guy dates a girl and doesn’t meet her family?” he asks me back.
“A sane one who doesn’t have to deal with his girlfriend’s neurotic family members.” I smile back and he frowns. “What do you want?”
“I want to go for dinner. Most of the team is going and we want to treat you to dinner as a thank you for today.” He looks over at Max, who has just stepped out of his room and is taking in the scene. “You in?”
Max nods.
“Okay, well, I have to go make myself less flushed.” I wink at him. “Let me tell my guy I’ll call him back.” I close the door as Matthew yells and Max laughs. I open the door a second later as Matthew points at me.
“I’m telling Mom and Dad about your face sex.”
“Yes, you should and then explain to them what it is and how you know about it. By the way, I am never touching your phone again.” I shake my head with a grimace as I turn to walk and grab Max’s hand. He slides his fingers with mine and I jerk my hand free, forgetting that Matthew is right in front of us. I look at him as he looks at the floor and shakes his head.
We get in the elevator and follow everyone to dinner. It’s a sports bar and they are all watching another game on the television. We don’t sit with each other and I’m a little pissed about it. It just gets worse as the night goes on as the waitresses all hover over the guys, Max included, and I get up and leave. I whisper to Matthew that I’ll see him tomorrow and walk back to the hotel. I get into my room and get myself ready for bed. I close off the light and the side door opens.
“Where the fuck did you go?” He stands there, taking off his hat, and tossing it on the desk.
I lean up on my elbow. “Obviously you’re confused as to what I’m doing considering I’m in my hotel room in my pjs going to bed.”
He stands there with his hands on his hips. “What’s the problem, Allison?”
I glare at him. “I don’t have a problem, Max, I was tired. So I came back. What’s the matter, did all the attention get to you?”
“You’re jealous.” He smiles and I flip the covers off of me to stand up, forgetting that I’m wearing just my white lace cheeky panties and matching lace bralette, standing up.
“I was so not jealous,” I say to him. His eyes rake over me and I look down and then look back up.
“You’re naked.” Are the only two words he says. “I can see everything.”
You can’t really see anything. Okay, fine, you can see my nipples a bit and, well, my vagina is on display. “Who cares? You’re my boyfriend. Does me standing here offend you? Is it because I’m not bigger in the boob area, or is it because I’m too skinny?” I throw my hands up and I’m almost tackled into the bed, as I feel exactly what he’s going through right in the middle.
“We can’t do this,” he says, shaking his head. “Not like this.”
“Max, I’m going to say something right now and I hope you get offended.” He looks at me confused. “I’d really like to go past the kisses stage. For the love of God, grab my tits, my ass, fuck,” I say breathless and try to buck him off of me, but obviously he’s like an ox. “Fine, stay there. I’d like to touch your penis, but I’m afraid that you don’t want me to.”
He gets up on his knees. “Okay, number one, I wasn’t interested in anyone at that restaurant, except my girlfriend who was sitting five fucking tables over. Second, you’re fucking perfect. All of you is perfect. Your tits are fucking perfect. I’ve jerked off to the thought of them at least five times this week, and it’s only fucking Wednesday.” He pulls off his shirt. “And my penis really wants to be touched, like really really, but I don’t want to pressure you. So I go at your pace.”
“Max, any slower and we are going to be senior citizens finally going to third base.” I smile, sitting up, crossing my legs. “Don’t freak out.” I lean over and unsnap the button on his jeans.
“Well, we need to speed things up a touch.”
“Yeah, we need to speed things up a touch.” I look at his heated eyes as I pull the zipper down slowly and I don’t know what I’m expecting. It’s almost like a jack in the box. You wind it and then wait for it to pop out at you, but nothing happens because his white Calvins hide what I’m after.
“Angel.” He puts his hands on mine. “If you touch my cock right now I’m going to go off like the fireworks on Fourth of July and it’s not something I want to happen the first time you touch me.”
“Max, I just want to touch you. I want you to touch me.” I take his hands and place them on my tits. “Touch me,” I whisper to him. “Show me you want me.”
His eyes go dark before he pushes me back on the bed and my legs open for him.
“By the time tomorrow comes you won’t question it anymore,” he says as he starts kissing my neck softly, one side, then the next. My head goes from right to left, giving him the access he needs. Both his hands go into the straps of the camisole and pull them down at the same time, my breasts springing free. “Perfect.” He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth and his hand squeezes the other one. My head goes back as my back arches off the bed. My legs squeeze his hips. He moves to the other breast and takes that one also, but he twists the wet nipple he just left. I moan out as the tug makes my toes curl. “I need to leave a mark here.” He goes right next to my nipple, sucking it in. “Mine.” He kisses down my chest to my belly, his hands still twisting and playing with my nipples. My breaths are starting to come in pants now. My legs fall to the side, opening for him. His hands leave my breast as he rubs one finger over my lace-covered pussy. “You’re wet.” He rubs and the friction hits my clit, almost sending me over the edge. “Not yet, angel.” He runs his finger and my legs open more.
“Max,” I plead. “I need…” And I don’t finish because his mouth lands open-mouthed on my pussy, as his tongue laps me up and down, the lace blocking most of the feeling. “Take it off,” I say, lifting up my hips.
He gets on his knees, puts his fingers in the side of my panties, and peels them down so slow, I groan out, watching his eyes get dark blue. I watch as he sees me for the first time. I look down to see what he’s looking at and I see my little strip of strawberry blond, right above my clean lips. Glistening, that is the only word that comes to mind when I see that my lips are still wet from his kiss. I close my knees for him to take the panties off, but he tears them apart instead. “What the hell?”
“No one is ever going to see you in those.” He grabs my knees and throws them to the side. “Untouched.” His fingers go through my folds and he wets the middle finger and then brings it up to my clit. “Never,” he says to himself. “No one.” He circles my clit with his rough finger. “I don’t know who or what I did to deserve this.” He moves his circles a little fast, my stomach getting tight, as I watch him watch his hand. “Cherish.” He lets my clit go, goes down, and slowly enters his finger into me. The tightness must get to him because he hisses out, “Forever.” And I raise my hips now, wanting it all in me, wanting more.
“I need…” I close my eyes and let my body get used to his finger and then another, then I feel his mouth on my clit as he takes it in his mouth, sucking it in. I look down at his head between my legs. My hand goes into his hair as his eyes come up to look at me and he bites me now. My pussy coats his fingers even more now as he pumps it faster and faster. He’s all around me. I’m surrounded by him and my senses are going through the roof. His finger touches something inside me as my breath stops and I know he’s touched my G-spot. “Right there.” I pull his face more into me as his fingers
don’t stop, and I can’t stop the feeling. I’m ready to let go. I can’t push it off and I don’t even try. I close my eyes and my pussy clenches his fingers and my clit grows a bit, and his teeth grazing over it makes me come again. My legs close around his head as he hums out. I ride the wave till I’m at the end of it, but he doesn’t let up. My clit is so sensitive it hurts to touch, but then it craves it. I try pushing his head away from it, but he fights me, biting down. I yell out.
“One more,” he says and I have no idea what he’s talking about because usually it’s over by now, but the orgasm is lingering. Coming closer and harder than I think is possible, and the second he releases his teeth from my clit and flicks it with his tongue I come again. This time I do it groaning out as my toes curl and my legs go limp. He crawls up onto me, his body hovering over me, as I push his hair off his forehead. “I liked that a lot.” I rise up to kiss him, tasting myself and him. A taste I can learn to crave. I roll my tongue with his till his taste is back to only his, till I leave him and myself breathless. “My turn,” I say with a wink and his eyes never leave mine.
Chapter Twenty
Max
“My turn.” She smiles at me and claps her hands together. The only thing on her is her bra in the middle of her chest. She gets on her knees, this time coming to me as I take her in. Her hair is all over the place, as her cheeks are still pink from her two orgasms and my mark on her tit. Her perfect tit that sways from side to side as she crawls on her knees to me. “I know we aren’t supposed to talk about all the sex you had before, especially not now with me about to cup your junk.” She looks down and then up again. “I haven’t given that many blow jobs,” she says softly, and the only light on in the room is from outside. I’m almost tempted to go close the curtains so no one can look inside at her, but she looks at me with full blue eyes, her lips plump from me kissing her. “I mean, if we are honest, I’ve given two.,” she says and I stop her with my finger.
“I can say without a doubt I really don’t want to hear about you giving someone head. Not now, and pretty sure never fucking again,” I say with my teeth clenched.
“Okay, fine.” She shrugs and kisses my neck and then sucks in. “Since you marked me, can I mark you?” she asks me and I don’t give a shit if she fucking spells out her name in hickeys.
Her hands go up my arms softly. “Do you know how many times I stared at your tattoos wondering what they meant, wondering which one you got first, wondering if it hurt?” She kisses my shoulder and then her tongue comes out softly. “I wanted to trace them with my tongue,” she says, leaning down and kissing my pec, and then she twirls her tongue around my nipple before biting down. “And the name on your bicep,” she says as she kisses each letter. “I’ve wanted to touch it.”
“I got that when I was eighteen and drunk,” I tell her, watching her trace it with the tip of her tongue, my cock getting harder and harder. “A couple of the guys in the team thought it was a good idea. I just went with it,” I hiss out as she sucks in a little and then bites.
Her hands go to my waist as they go into the elastic of my boxers, my cock so fucking hard I could drill through fucking cement houses. She looks up at me and slowly peels them off my hips. My cock finally springs free and points at her, and I swear the fucker smiles. Her eyes go down to look at me. I’m not shooting smoke up my ass, but I know I’m not lacking in the cock department. I mean, I’m human and if any guy tells you that they haven’t measured themselves, they are flat out lying. “Oh,” she says, looking back up. “I can definitely work with this.” She winks at me and I throw my head back and laugh. Only this girl can make me laugh while trying to suck my dick.
I look back down at her as she uses her hand to grip my base and go up, the pre-cum leaking out, and I think she is going to use her finger, but instead she leans down, getting on her hands now, and licks the tip with her tongue. I almost shoot right there as her hot tongue twirls around. Her ass is in the air as she leans down, taking my cock in her mouth. I move the hair from her face to see how she takes me in. She moves her head to the other side as she takes me deeper into her mouth. She uses her hand to fist it and go up and down in the same motion as her mouth, each time taking more and more of me in till I’m buried all the way in her. Fuck. I throw my head back and my hips take over as I hear her gag a bit. Putting my hands in her hair, I hold her head as she fucks me with her mouth. I watch her as she looks up at me, innocent, pure, and fucking mine.
She groans out and the vibration shoots to my balls. I see her ass moving from side to side and one hand is buried in between her legs.
“You touching your clit, angel?” I ask her as I pump into her mouth as she nods and takes me back in. Her spit drips down my balls. “Rubbing it in little circles?” I ask her as I see her close her eyes. “Finger your pussy,” I tell her as my balls start to get tight, ready to fucking blow. Her mouth goes faster on me and she finger fucks herself. “Angel, I’m about to come,” I tell her, waiting for her to get off my cock. Fuck, I’ll be happy to come on her tits if I have to. But she doesn’t let me go. She just does it faster and faster and moans out as she comes all over her fingers and I come down her throat. I thrust softly as I grunt out my release. Closing my eyes, I spill into her. I’ve never had someone suck my cock like this. She took as much pleasure in it as me. She wanted to suck it more than I wanted her to and that makes it so much fucking hotter. Plus, my girl is dirty talking what she needs while giving me what I need. When she finally lets go of my cock, it’s almost with a plop.
“That was—” she says and I don’t let her finish as I pull her to me and my mouth shuts her up.
I slide my tongue into her mouth and my cock, which was almost going back down, stands back up, waiting for an encore. We spend the night trying to one up each other. I’ve never come harder than when she sat on my face and gave me a hand job at the same time.
Fuck, I don’t even know what time we went to bed, but I was dragging my ass on the ice the next morning, and the guys thought I brought someone to my room when I took off my jersey the next day and saw four hickeys on my chest. Four.
“Someone got lucky,” Phil says.
Ryder chimes in, “Was that your girl I heard yelling all down the hall last night?” He laughs as he rips the tape off of his leg. “Steve and I were running up and down the hallway trying to find it.” He laughs and I just shake my head. “Was it the blond waitress who was all tits over you?”
“She was not,” I say, pulling off my skates. “She was like that with everyone.”
“Um.” Luka puts his finger up. “I’m still waiting for my fucking water.” And we all laugh. “And my food, for that matter. When I asked her for my burger she looked at me like I was bothering her.”
I shake my head and go into the shower where Matthew sees me,
“Jesus, did you go to war with a Hoover?” he asks and I shake my head as I turn the shower on. “Jesus, she fucking scarred you near your penis. That, my friend, is her marking you. No one’s going to suck your dick now that it’s got purple shit near it.”
I look down and see the little devil got my hip.
I get back to the hotel ready for a fucking nap and when I open my door I toss the key down on the desk and walk into hers as she sits in the middle of the bed on the phone, her white bra back in its place. I see my mark under it.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll get back to you,” she says as she hangs up. “I guess you didn’t speak to your sister?” she asks me as I flop down next to her, taking off my baseball hat. “So apparently she is invited over for Thanksgiving this year, since her and Karrie are like best friends now and well,” she says but stops and leans over to kiss my lips. “Missed you,” she says against my lips and then gets back up. “Denise said that she usually hangs around the hospital with you and you cheer people up, so now my whole family is coming to the hospital and having a big dinner.”
I look over at her. “They are going to love that.” I pull her hand down so she’s
over me and she smiles as her hair covers our faces. “Kiss me,” I say and she does, no questions asked. “You marked my dick,” I say when she sits up again, and she shrugs her shoulders. “Your brother saw it.”
“He saw your dick?” she asks and scrunches up her nose.
“And the guys drilled me on who I was banging last night because apparently your yelling was heard all the way down the hall.” I laugh as she opens her mouth and covers her face, mortified. “I guess from now on we have to do all the yelling in my room.”
“Holy shit, what did they say?” she asks me and I’m debating whether to tell her or not.
“They wanted to know if it was the blonde from the restaurant,” I say as she glares. “I need a nap if I have to play tomorrow. I’m totally fucking spent,” I say, turning around as she slides back down and her phone rings again.
“Oh, by the way,” she says before answering, “I’m telling my mom about us.”
I don’t even know what to say as she answers her phone. I listen to her go on and on about a dress she is getting custom made for the gala as my eyes close and I fall into a peaceful sleep with my hand draped over her legs.
Five days later and we finally touch down in New York. This road trip is going down as the worst road trip of my life. We got our asses handed to us, twice from Chicago and Nashville. Not just a little jab. They fucked us so hard we are all still walking funny. I walk off the plane and to my car, waiting for Allison to come, but she walks toward Matthew’s car and smiles at me. I nod at her and make my way home. I’ve dropped off my bag, fed my cat, went through all my mail, and she still isn’t here. I pick up the phone and dial her.
“Where are you?” I ask as she picks up.
“I’m home doing laundry,” she says and flicks the television off in the background.
“You could have done your laundry here,” I tell her as I look around and she laughs.
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