by Steph
“Are you talking about sex or hockey?”
She was definitely having trouble breathing now and his lips curved.
“Both. Hockey’s much better when the pace is fast. Keeps your blood pumping and your attention focused. Fast sex can be mind-blowing. And I’m not just talking about the guy shooting off in five seconds and the girl left hanging.”
Her fingers popped the button on his pants but she didn’t reach for his zipper. “Glad to hear it.”
“No, I’m talking about getting you so worked up in a couple of minutes that the second I get my cock inside you and start to pump, you come while I’m still getting off. You come so hard you can’t breathe and your muscles don’t work anymore and your brain’s fuzzy.”
He could barely control his own breathing right now, so fucking turned on by the woman in his arms and the images in his head. Images he planned to replace with the reality.
She sucked in a deep breath and he glanced down to find her fingers trembling over his zipper.
“Come on, baby.” He leaned forward and sealed their lips together. “Let’s blow our minds as fast as we can and I promise I’ll take my own sweet time with you for the second round.”
Her fingers hung in midair before she shook her head. “I don’t know, Riley. Maybe I’m having fun tormenting you.”
“Think about how much more fun you’re gonna be having riding my cock.”
He didn’t know if it was the image he’d planted in her head or if she just took pity on him, but a second later she grabbed the tab of his zipper with deliberate fingers and began to pull it down.
Already pounding, his heart kicked into another gear as she released his cock. Her head bent, she reached into his pants and cupped his erection through his underwear.
Holy shit. Sensation shot through his erection to his balls and up his spine. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come in her hands.
And that would be embarrassing as all hell.
But he didn’t want her to stop as she traced her fingers around the tip of his cock, pushing at the band of his underwear
“Lift up.”
He obeyed immediately, prepared to give her anything she wanted.
Her mouth curved in another one of those smiles that made his blood run lava-hot.
“You’re so agreeable.”
“Sweetheart, you keep stroking me like that and I’ll do whatever you want. Go ahead, ask me to rob a bank for you.”
Her laughter brushed against his skin, raising more goosebumps. “Why don’t you just start by taking off your shirt?”
Shifting forward, he reached one hand over his shoulders and pulled the t-shirt over his head. After he tossed it to the side, he found her staring at him intently.
“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head, her gaze wandering below his chin. “Not one damn thing.”
Huffing out a laugh, he leaned back into the cushions. “Glad to know you approve.”
Lifting her hand, she placed her right index finger on his shoulder, her nail digging gently into his skin. “Oh, I approve. Now, I need you to lose the pants.”
“That means you’re going to have to move.”
“I’m sure you can figure something out. Come on, Riley. Show me how you maneuver in a tight spot.”
Holy fuck. When she smiled at him like that, he almost expected to see flames sparking between them.
“Your wish is my command.”
A flush burned her cheeks and it was his turn to grin as he moved his hands between them. He deliberately brushed his knuckles along the zipper of her jeans and had the satisfaction of hearing her suck in a sharp breath. Her hands rose to his shoulders and gripped him tight, fingertips digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks.
They’d blend in with all the other bruises on his body, but he was having so much more fun getting them.
Going as slowly as he could, he worked his hands between their bodies, making sure he made as much contact as he could.
As he reached for his waistband, he slid his hands between her legs, pressing the seam of her jeans against her mound. Her chest rose and fell in an ever-increasing rhythm, almost matching his own.
Hooking his thumbs in the sides, he tugged at his pants. Luckily for him, they weren’t that tight. If he’d had to struggle at all, he might’ve put just enough pressure on his rock-hard cock to trigger his orgasm.
But because of her position directly over him, he did have to lift his hips to push them down over his ass, which meant his cock rubbed right between her legs, exactly where he was going to be soon.
Making sure to drag his underwear with his pants, he worked them down just far enough to expose his cock, which was so hard, it practically pressed against his stomach.
Aly’s gaze had dropped to watch, and when the tip of her tongue came out to touch her top lip, he groaned.
Leaning forward, he cupped her cheeks and brought her forward so he could kiss her and let his tongue slide across those lips.
She caught him off guard when she drew the tip of his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it.
The sensation made him think of her sucking on his cock the exact same way.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Concentrate, asshole, or you’re gonna lose it.
He wanted to lose it inside her, not come on her stomach like a virgin.
But when she dropped one hand to wrap it around his erection, all bets were off.
Sinking his hands into her hair, he held her steady and opened his mouth over hers, eating at her with a hunger he almost couldn’t control. It rose up in a rush, a tidal wave of heat, flooding his body and loosening the chains he’d been struggling not to break.
Aly appeared to have reached the same breaking point. She moaned low and deep, her hand tightening around his cock until he thought he’d have to tell her to stop. A second later, she loosened her grip. But that only made him want more.
He got to work on her jeans, getting the button undone and yanking down the zipper. But she was going to have to move if he was going to get those jeans off.
Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her off his lap and twisted to the side, setting her on the cushion beside him.
Surprised at the sudden movement, she sprawled on her back, wide eyes blinking up at him as he shifted onto his knees to loom over her.
Her gaze locked with his, she came up onto her elbows as he grabbed her jeans and yanked them down her legs.
Unfortunately, they were a little tighter than he’d realized and she came with them. She started to laugh a split second later, her head falling back, sending all that blonde hair spilling across the cushions.
With a growl to cover his own laughter, he yanked again and was rewarded when she lifted her ass and the denim bared a few inches of flesh.
He looked into her eyes, bright with laughter. He loved her smile but in a few seconds, he was going to make her scream. “Sweetheart, if I have to strip them off with my teeth, they’re coming down.”
“How about you use your teeth somewhere else and I’ll get rid of the pants?”
His turn to grin. “I like the way you think. But you get rid of the pants first. I know where I want to use my teeth.”
She swallowed hard and leaned back, hands working at her jeans until she had them shoved to her ankles. He took over then, pulling them away and leaving her bare from the waist down.
“Shirt too, babe. I’m gonna work my way up.”
“Why not work your way down?”
“Because if I get my cock anywhere near your pussy right now, I’ll revert to a thirteen-year-old and come before I get inside you.”
She blinked, sucking in a short sharp breath. Shit, he needed to watch his mouth—
Her grin appeared again and a wicked light shone in her eyes. Maybe that good-girl routine really was just a front.
Time to test that theory.
Twisting, he brought his knees up onto the cushion so he knelt between her legs. He put his hands on th
e arm of the couch, just above her head, then leaned down. Her gaze flicked to his arms for a few seconds before she swallowed hard and looked back up.
Her grin slid away but the heat in her eyes blazed hotter.
“Condom?” she asked.
“Wallet. Back pocket.”
Lifting her back slightly, she reached behind him, her hand brushing across his bare ass, accidently or not, and sparking even more heat.
He growled as she took her own sweet time pulling out his wallet while her fingers danced over his skin. Those few seconds seemed like hours and passed way too quickly as she brought the wallet between their bodies.
His breathing started to sound like a freight engine, heavy and hard. His cock felt as rigid as steel and he had to clamp down on his response if he wanted to make this last more than a minute.
Something she seemed determined not to allow.
With the condom now in one hand, she used her free hand to stroke him, lightly, with just the tips of her nails.
Holy fuck, that felt amazing. His balls drew up tight, and his cock bobbed.
“Put it on then take your shirt off. I need to feel your skin against mine.”
Another smile before she reached for him and rolled the condom down his length.
Gritting his teeth, he let her linger, let her take her time, but as soon as her hands moved away, he sat back on his heels and tugged her shirt up and over her head. Thank god her sweater was loose and didn’t give him a hassle. Otherwise, he would’ve ripped it, no lie.
But now that he had her naked in front of him, he couldn’t wait.
He put his hand over her mound, sliding his fingers between her slick lips to make sure she was ready before pressing inside with one and pressing the heel of his palm against her clit.
She moaned, her hands coming up to grip his forearms.
“You want me to stop?” he had to ask.
“God, no. Don’t stop.”
That was all he needed to hear. He added a second finger and began to fuck her with them, keeping up the pressure on her clit and watching her intently.
Every slight shift of her body, every sound, every time her fingers dug further into his arms, he became more intent on making her come at least once before he got inside her.
“Damn, you are so fucking gorgeous.”
Her bare breasts were beautiful, the nipples pale pink, and before he knew what he was doing, he leaned forward and put his lips over one, sucking the tip into his mouth and sucking on her.
Her eyes closed and her head fell back on a moan, pushing herself harder against him.
With his fingers still occupied between her legs, he switched to her neglected breast, sucking even harder this time, as if he could make her come from just his mouth on her breasts.
Next time, he’d make that a goal. Right now, he couldn’t wait any longer.
Kissing his way to the center of her chest, he grabbed her knees and spread her wide. Her fingernails dug even deeper into his biceps as he guided his cock to her opening and began to press forward.
Holy fuck. She was tight. And hot. And god damn, he wanted to sink as deep into her as he could before he pulled out and shoved in again.
“Put your legs around my waist, hon. Don’t let go.”
She responded immediately, her legs hooking over his hips, ankles locking behind his back. Her hands lifted to clasp around his neck and she tugged, bringing his mouth back down to hers.
With his cock buried deep inside her, his tongue shot into her mouth, sliding against hers and connecting them on another level.
Mine. She’s mine. Only mine.
The thought didn’t sound like him. He wasn’t that guy, wasn’t an asshole with a Tarzan complex. But this woman made him fucking crazy.
His hips pumped harder even as he tried to slow down, to use a little finesse, not be a rutting bull.
The problem was, she seemed to have no issue. In fact, she seemed to want him to go even faster.
She lifted her hips into his harder on each thrust, pressed her lips tighter to his, and scrambled every last working brain cell in his head.
Intense pleasure flooded his body and his hips swung faster, his cock stiff as iron and so damn sensitive he swore he’d stroke out from it.
Luckily, he didn’t. He managed to hold on for another several minutes until he felt her tighten around him then moan as she came.
Mine.
Groaning, he came, wrapping his arms around her as tight as he could and holding on.
He didn’t think he was letting go anytime soon.
* * * * *
Her brain still fuzzy from the amazing orgasm Riley had just given her, Aly sucked in air, trying to calm her racing heart.
She wasn’t having much luck.
Holy hell, what’d just happened?
Okay, stupid question. She knew exactly what had happened. She just wasn’t sure she’d be able to process it for a week. Or a month.
What she knew right now was that she didn’t want to move, didn’t want to think. She only wanted to feel.
Riley was huge and heavy, and even though he’d shifted partly to the side, he still managed to cover most of her and take up more than half the couch as well.
She liked that, too. So much so that her brain kept throwing out warning signals but they weren’t making sense because her body was still floating on a high of adrenaline and pleasure.
And every second Riley continued to breathe heavily into her ear, she grew more frantic.
This wasn’t how this was supposed to work. She was supposed to be relaxed, boneless. Floating on a sea of bliss and contentment.
Instead, her brain wouldn’t stop working.
She wanted him again, wanted him to kiss her like he had before, like he wanted to devour her. Wanted him to put his hands all over her, to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples then let his fingers trail down her body to between her legs and play with her clit, which still throbbed.
How could she want him again, so quickly? How—
He shifted against her and her arms automatically tightened around his shoulders, clinging. He didn’t go far, just rearranged their bodies so she was lying more on top of him than beneath him and able to breathe more easily.
At least in theory. In reality, she still was having trouble catching her breath because each time she drew in air, all she smelled was him.
Clean, masculine male. The most potent aphrodisiac she’d ever encountered.
Careful now. This doesn’t sound like you. You don’t fall for guys like this.
It wasn’t sensible. It wasn’t anything like her.
But when Riley’s big, rough hands began to pet her back, she could only think about the way those hands made her feel. Protected. Wanted. Desired.
Way too fast.
“Aly? You okay?”
And that voice. Oh my god, she wanted him to keep talking with that rough growl so close to her ear. Wanted to snuggle into him like he was her own personal full-size teddy bear and have him make love to her all night.
She wanted to go again in a few minutes. Wondered if he wanted the same.
God, please let him want the same.
“Aly, hon. What’s—”
“I’m fine.” Her hands clutched at him involuntarily, as if she was afraid he’d get up and leave. “Just…trying to recover.”
He huffed out a laugh and drew her closer. “Yeah, I know. That was fu— ah, amazing. Let’s do it again.”
Yes. Oh god, please, yes.
She almost let one hand begin a downward slide to see if she could hurry him along then stopped when she realized what she was doing.
No. No, no, no. She shouldn’t be trying to get him to stay. She should be hurrying his ass out the door. Even though she wanted him to stay.
And why would you ever want him to go home? Are you crazy? This is the guy you’ve been waiting for.
Holy crap, she was going crazy. He’d brainwashed her, put her under a spell that
made her do whatever he wanted.
“Don’t you have practice tomorrow?”
He sighed. “Yeah, but one sleepless night isn’t going to pull me down. Of course, after a few like this, I might not be able to move. But it sure as hell would be worth it.”
Putting his strong hands against her back and drawing her even closer, he pressed a kiss against her head, making her melt even more. And her panic response kicked in again.
She wanted to ask him to stay but she knew she wasn’t ready for that. Didn’t know how long it would take for her to be ready for that.
Except…she really wanted him to stay.
“Hey, hon. You sure you’re okay? You seem a little…quiet.”
She nodded but she couldn’t force herself to meet his gaze and lie to his face. “I’m fine. I’m just tired.”
She held her breath and hoped he’d take the hint. For a few seconds, she wasn’t sure he would. She thought she was going to have to ask him to leave and that might’ve sent her into a spaz attack because she didn’t really want him to leave.
Get a grip, you idiot. He needs to go before you beg him to stay.
So she waited, practically holding her breath. Finally, he seemed to get the hint.
“Well then, I guess I better get going and let you sleep.”
She tried not to clutch at him as he shifted them around until he was on the edge of the couch. But he’d maneuvered them so they were face-to-face. She couldn’t avoid looking into his eyes, and when she did, she was fairly certain she was going to beg him to stay.
She managed, barely, to keep her mouth shut but only until he leaned forward and kissed her. And when he slid his tongue against her lips, she immediately opened for him.
He made a deep sound in his throat, a sound that made her sex clench and beg for anything he wanted to use to fill it. Fingers, tongue, cock.
Shivering, she let her arms wind around his shoulders, pressing her naked flesh to his and feeling her resolution to send him on his way sink to the soles of her feet.
She was just about to move her hands from his shoulders down his back to his ass when he released her and swung his legs off the side of the couch and planted his feet on the floor.