The D-Man: Redtails Hockey 6

by Stephanie Julian

  Her nipples tightened so much they ached and she wanted him to cup her and squeeze her and make it better. Or just do something.

  She got her wish seconds later when he released her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw and his hands moved to cover her breasts.

  Her groan echoed in the room as he pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger then rolled the tight points, making her pussy clench. She wanted him to take one of those hands and—

  He nipped at her neck, hard enough to make her gasp and shudder with desire.

  “Justin.”

  “I’m going to take your bra off now.” He spoke against her neck, his breath soft and warm against her skin.

  Yes. Please. She slowly nodded and had to swallow before she could answer.

  “Go right ahead.”

  She felt his lips move in a smile against her collarbone.

  “You have to let go of me first.”

  “Oh. Sorry.”

  She realized her fingers had dug hard into his shoulders and made a conscious effort to release him.

  “Don’t apologize. I like having your hands on me.”

  And she loved having his hands on her. The words were on the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t get the words to leave her mouth. Some defense mechanism kicked in at the last second and shut the words down.

  She had no idea why. Shoving the thought out her mind, she leaned back just enough that Justin pulled away and looked into her eyes.

  With a deliberately sexy grin, she arched her eyebrows and waited.

  His gaze dropped to her chest, where he watched the rise and fall of her breasts with an intensity that burned.

  After a few seconds, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you—”

  He reached out with one hand and flicked open the catch of her bra. The lace pulled apart but didn’t fall away completely. Her breath caught in her throat and her mouth dried when he lifted both hands to peel the bra away and expose her completely.

  Now, he cupped her naked breasts and she exhaled in a rush as every nerve ending in her body went on high alert. She tingled from head to toe as he rubbed his thumbs against her already tight and pointed nipples, making a rush of arousal clench her stomach.

  “Am I what?”

  He spoke like he wasn’t making her body ache with desire. Like he wasn’t driving her slowly crazy with lust.

  Her hands had returned to his shoulders and had dug in tight, holding on to him like he was the last stable point in her universe. Maybe he was. Her world had pretty much narrowed down to him right now.

  His every move made excitement sizzle through her veins. His hands on her breasts moved so slowly, she wanted to force him to touch her rougher, harder. But there was another part of her that was enjoying this slow, almost sweet seduction.

  But there was nothing sweet about the way he stared at her.

  She felt the heat radiate from his body like a furnace, making her own body flush with heat. She wanted to strip naked and sit on his lap so she could tease the hell out of him while she took off his clothes, piece by piece.

  Would he even give her that much control?

  Probably not.

  Another rush of heat poured through her, raising goosebumps.

  “Are you cold?”

  He didn’t wait for her to answer as he leaned forward to put his mouth on her neck, his hands molding her breasts, tweaking her nipples.

  At that moment, she gave herself over to him.

  With every other guy in her life after Jamie, every other guy she’d allowed herself to get this close to, she’d never allowed herself to completely let go. There had always been a part of her that remained alert, kept watch.

  Waited for…something. For the guy to be a jerk, to be a dick.

  She couldn’t turn off her vigilance.

  With Justin, she had no fear. Just an overwhelming desire to give herself over to him.

  She had no idea if he sensed her surrender, but his hands tightened for a split second before his kiss changed. Became even more demanding.

  A groan worked its way up her throat, the sound seeming to give Justin even more confidence. His hands became even more assured and now they slid from her breasts to her waist, to the button on her jeans, which he undid with one hand. His other hand curved around to splay against her back. Every finger felt like a brand.

  And again, she loved it.

  Coming up on her knees, she gave him more room to work, to explore, her fingers moving to the buttons on his flannel shirt—

  She pulled back with a quick inhalation of breath.

  “Wait.”

  He looked at her with raised eyebrows, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted as he breathed hard.

  “I want to see.”

  His grin was instantaneous and so hot she nearly forgot what she’d just said. Then she shook her head and gave him a mock-scowl.

  “Don’t even think about getting out of showing me your tattoos.”

  “I wasn’t planning to. I just got a little caught up in you.”

  She wanted to say likewise but she could barely breathe as it was.

  Instead, she reached for his shirt buttons and began to push them through the holes. She worked fast, her only goal to see what lay beneath.

  At first, she could only see glimpses of skin and hints of color. She didn’t bother to undo all the buttons, just enough to push the shirt off his shoulders and uncover her prize.

  “Oh wow. This is amazing.”

  She let herself stare at the expanse of skin. She knew he’d have a great body. The guy was a professional athlete and took care of himself. But combined with the art on his body…

  He took her breath away.

  Her fingers found their way to his skin, tracing the designs with slow appreciation. The heat of his skin seeped into her fingers and spread through her body like fire.

  “Your brother is a fucking genius.”

  His short burst of laughter made her pussy clench.

  “No argument from me.”

  The art was tailor-made to his body. And created by someone who knew Justin down to the bone.

  The three-dimensional chest piece looked as if the skin had been peeled away and you could see inside Justin’s chest, exposing his heart and his ribs. Throughout the design were pieces of his life. A hockey puck, hockey stick, a team logo she wasn’t familiar with, his number. There were two small portraits worked in as well, close to the heart.

  She ran her fingers over those.

  “My parents.”

  Then she ran her fingers over the logo.

  “My junior team.”

  Then she ran her fingers over a blue rose.

  “For my Nana. She loved roses. She lived with us when I was a kid. Helped out a lot with running me around to practice and games.”

  Something in his voice told her there was more to it than that but she filed it away for later.

  There was so much more in the design but it would take her hours to dissect it all. And there was so much more of him that she wanted to explore now. This would not be the only time she saw him naked, that was for damn sure.

  Because she hadn’t even gotten to his arms. Or his legs.

  “I want to lick my way down your body and suck on your cock.”

  Every muscle in his body clenched. “Holy hell, Viv. You talk like that and I’m going to come in my jeans.”

  She’d gotten him to swear. It felt like a victory. “Oh no, you will not. I won’t let you. You told me you were going to come inside me and I’m going to hold you to that.”

  He didn’t say anything for a few seconds and she flipped her gaze to his. “I said I was going to make you come. I’m not expecting more than that.”

  Of course, he wouldn’t. She smiled.

  “Well, I am. You told me you’d give me whatever I wanted. Well, I want this.”

  Pressing her hands against his pecs, she pressed him back then leaned forward and put her mouth on his collarbone.r />
  She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and rubbed her nose against his neck. His turn to shudder as her lips curved in a smile.

  Then she let instinct take over.

  She bit and licked and kissed as she explored his body, discovering how to make him respond.

  Her lips brushed across his pecs made him shiver. Her tongue flicked against his nipples made him hiss in a breath. And when she teased the little nub between her teeth, he groaned. Her hands tightened on his waist, where they’d fallen to hold him in place. Or hold herself steady. Either one worked.

  Now she moved them around to his front to pull his shirt out of his pants. Releasing the last couple of buttons, she spread his shirt wide and pulled back to look down. His rippled abs made her mouth water. In this position, she couldn’t lean down to lick him. And she really wanted to lick him.

  Scrambling off the couch probably wasn’t the sexiest thing she could do but she did it fast. When she stood in front of him, she dropped the bra that was still clinging to her arms to the floor and held out her hand.

  His grin spread slowly as he took her hand. For a few seconds, he didn’t move, even though he knew what she wanted. When he finally did stand, she smiled back. And when he grabbed her around the waist, he lifted her off her feet, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.

  The second her naked breasts pressed against his naked chest, her pussy ached. Hell, her entire body ached with desire. Even knowing he was going to give her what she wanted, she couldn’t help feeling a tiny hint of anxiety that maybe, just maybe, he’d walk away.

  “Where are we going?” he asked against her lips before taking them again and cutting off her reply.

  After several long seconds, he released her to answer.

  “Up the stairs. First door on the left.”

  He didn’t move right away. Instead, he kissed her again. And again. Until she didn’t know whether to just press him back onto the couch and they could make do or physically force him up the stairs so she could tie him to her bed and not let him up again for days.

  Finally, he took a step and then another while she sank her fingers into his hair and spread kisses up and down his neck with stops to bite his earlobes.

  The man was pure catnip. She couldn’t get enough.

  He moved fast but sure, no hint of his occasional awkwardness. He took the stairs two at a time, and they were in her room before she realized. Luckily, she’d left a light on in the hall so he had some visibility.

  She almost expected him to throw her on the bed and strip off the rest of her clothes. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. Instead, he stood beside her bed for at least a minute just letting her kiss him.

  When she made it back to his mouth, he took over again. And she let him.

  Setting her back on her feet, he kept their mouths sealed, kissing her so deeply, she almost missed his hands at her waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans and pushing them down her hips.

  But as soon as she noticed, she couldn’t stop, wanting him to go faster.

  Of course, he didn’t. Not even when she ran her hands down his back, nails scraping against his skin, pulling him closer. She couldn’t get him to go faster.

  The man had a plan and he wasn’t deviating from his course. It made her crazy. It made her hot. And it made her fall even more deeply in lust with him.

  Lust?

  She shoved the question out of her head. She had no time for it now.

  Not when he was falling to his knees and stripping her jeans down her legs. Her fingers wove through the long strands of his hair and gripped him tight, the brush of his breath against her bare stomach an aphrodisiac so potent she felt her muscles tense from head to toe.

  Her breathing was so harsh, she heard it loud and clear in the silence of her room. She heard his, too. And every time it was followed by the exhalation of air on her belly.

  Holy hell, she felt her body tense as if she were going to come, just from the thought that his mouth was so close to her pussy.

  She still wore her underwear, an uncomfortable barrier to that hot, achy part of her that wanted his hands. Wanted his fingers to explore her. To pinch and rub and tease.

  She wanted to get closer but found she couldn’t because he held her too tightly.

  Damn, she really liked that, too.

  “Justin.”

  “Yeah.”

  “When are you going to—”

  “I’m going to make you come with my mouth and my fingers and then I’m going to lay you down on the bed and make love to you. Is that okay?”

  Her lips parted in awe of the sensuality in his words and in his voice as her pussy clenched.

  “I’m ready to come right now. All I need is for you to—”

  She gasped as he put his mouth low on her belly, right above her miniscule panties. Now her pussy actually hurt, she wanted him so much.

  No more words now as he brushed his lips against her skin and slid her panties down her hips. The second they were down around her ankles, he moved his hands to her hips and lifted her hips onto the bed.

  “Lie back.”

  She didn’t think twice. She lay back, her legs bent over the side, and sucked in air as he parted her thighs and put his mouth on her.

  He didn’t tease now. He went straight for her clit, flicking it with his tongue while he pressed two fingers deep into her pussy.

  Her groan was heartfelt and deep, her body already poised on the edge. And, oh my god, the man knew how to use his tongue and his fingers. Every touch stole a little more of her breath until she was panting. Her now-boneless body was his.

  His fingers stroked high inside her, hitting every sensual trigger she had and a few she hadn’t known she had. The way he used his tongue made her rethink everything she knew about him.

  Shy, quiet, and a little awkward were nowhere to be found.

  Forceful. Masterful. And fucking amazing.

  She lost all track of time, another first. Usually she couldn’t shut off her brain long enough to let a guy truly seduce her.

  Justin had no trouble making her forget where she was. Everything faded away except his hands and his mouth and him.

  And her impending orgasm. Every nerve ending in her body tingled with it. All he had to do was—

  His teeth brushed her clit and she detonated. Stars flashed behind her eyelids as she convulsed around his fingers while he kept working her until she couldn’t take it any longer.

  Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she met his intense gaze as he slipped his fingers out of her body.

  “You need to be naked and on top of me right now.”

  The flush on his cheeks spread, as did his grin. That grin held true warmth. And maybe a little bit of male triumph.

  Not undeserved, she had to admit.

  “I was kind of hoping you’d want to be on top. I want to watch you.”

  Oh my god. Did this man want to make her burst into flame? Or just make her heart stop?

  She scrambled to her knees on the bed and reached for the button on his jeans. She didn’t tease, didn’t take her time or draw it out. She wanted him naked as soon as she could possibly get him.

  His hands dropped to her shoulders as she unzipped his jeans, then shoved them down his legs. She took a few seconds to appreciate the sight of his strong thighs and the outline of his hard cock in tight black boxer briefs.

  But she couldn’t wait any longer to feel him in her hands.

  She did take a second to run her hand along his shaft beneath the cotton of his underwear. The fabric felt hot to the touch and she knew his cock would be so much more.

  His fingers wove through her hair to cup the back of her head, but he didn’t pull her closer or try to influence her in any way. He just flexed his fingers in a steady massage that made her bones turn to jelly.

  Her fingers began to shake as she pulled his underwear down, exposing him and making her smile.

  What woman didn’t enjoy the sight of a gu
y hard with need for her? She certainly did.

  Letting herself stare for a few seconds, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him, watched his eyes narrow and his chest rise and fall in a fast-increasing rhythm. On her knees on the bed, her mouth was level with his neck and she leaned forward to nip him just at the junction with his shoulder.

  He hissed in a breath and his cock pulsed in her hand. But he didn’t tell her to stop.

  So she dragged her lips along his body, from his neck to his chest, stopping to lick his tight nipples before pressing a line of kisses down the center of his chest to the trail of darker hair that led straight to his cock.

  She thought about teasing him, but she’d already decided she wasn’t waiting another second.

  But he held her back and she looked up at him.

  “Condom?”

  She heard the question in his voice and shook her head.

  “I’m clean and on the pill.”

  Maybe it was reckless but she’d been on the pill for years and never missed a dose. And she trusted him implicitly.

  “I’m clean. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

  She knew that.

  Smiling up at him, she made sure he was watching as she licked the head of his cock, enough to let him know she meant business.

  When she was sure she had his undivided attention, she opened her mouth and took him inside. Just the tip at first, silky soft against her tongue. She moaned a little at the taste and at the sound he made deep in his throat.

  How his left hand came to join his right in her hair but still he didn’t force her. She felt the control radiating out of him and grinned as she began to suck him off with every trick she’d ever learned made a guy crazy.

  She wanted to make him crazy. Wanted him to be thinking only of her.

  “God, Viv.”

  Yes. That’s what she wanted.

  Sinking down to the root, held him there for several long seconds before rising back up to the tip and sucking hard, making him groan before sliding down again.

  His cock felt hot and sleek against her tongue, his scent clean and masculine.

  Every taste of him made her greedy for more and she loved him with her mouth until she’d convinced herself she wanted him to come on her tongue.