Erik

by Sawyer Bennett

  Stepping into me, Erik reaches behind my back and deftly undoes my bra. He lets it fall to the ground and presses his palms to my breasts. I can’t help but moan as he lifts and squeezes gently.

  “Blue,” he murmurs and I realize my eyes had closed on their own volition. I open them up to find Erik staring at me with a fierceness that takes me slightly aback. “I’m glad I don’t remember much about our first night together.”

  “Why?” I whisper, liking the way his deep voice makes the heat in my belly start to whirl with anticipation.

  “Because obviously it didn’t mean much to me, and that disrespected you,” he says earnestly and I want nothing more than in this moment to just hug him even as I want to jump his bones. He pauses as if searching for the right words before he continues. “Tonight, though…this is what matters. This is really our first night together.”

  Even though my throat is dry with both emotion and lust, I manage to reply, “That’s a beautiful thought, Erik. That means a lot.”

  His return smile is so gorgeous, I’m awestruck. He gently pushes me to the bed and when I start to scoot up toward the headboard, he orders, “Just stay there.”

  I go still as Erik drops to his knees at the end of the bed and brings his hands to my hips to pull my panties down. I have to brace my palms on the mattress and lift up slightly to assist him, but they slide easily down my legs and are forgotten the way my bra was.

  My face flushes with slight embarrassment as Erik pushes my legs apart and stares at me.

  “I remember this,” he rasps as he brings a finger to my mons which is completely waxed smooth. He grazes the tip along my skin and an exquisitely powerful jolt of lust hits me dead center. If he were to push his finger in, he’d know just how much I’m affected.

  “Lie back on the bed,” Erik orders.

  “Erik,” I breathe out, and I’m not sure if I’m begging him to hurry or warning him off from what he’s about to do. Am I ready for something so intimate?

  “Lie back, Blue,” he orders me again and my body complies. I sink back onto the mattress, my gaze coasting to the ceiling above me because I don’t think I can bear to watch him. It would be too much.

  Too powerful.

  I feel Erik’s hands under my legs, lifting and spreading them. They come to rest on his shoulders and then I feel the heat of his breath on my pussy for just the briefest of moments.

  Then his mouth is on me.

  It’s warm and wet. All-encompassing. Totally devouring.

  Erik’s hands slide under my ass and curl to grip my hips. He pulls hard on my body, forcing me deeper into his mouth so he can eat me.

  “Oh God,” I cry out as he drives his tongue into me, pressing his face hard against my wet flesh. He growls in need, maybe satisfaction and the vibrations rumble through me. My hips surge up, needing more and Erik gives it to me.

  He sucks and laps and even bites. He drives me steadily higher with the power of his mouth alone. He acts like a man starved and I’m the only nourishment that will suffice.

  I feel the orgasm rushing toward me and I want it. I want it bad so I open up and let it have me. Erik sucks hard on my clit and I blow apart with a scream that I’m pretty sure could be heard in the adjoining rooms. Erik merely growls again—this time with supreme satisfaction—as he continues to lick and nuzzle at me, bringing me gently back down to earth again.

  I manage to get my elbows to the mattress to lift myself up and I stare almost blearily at him. His chin rests on my pelvic bone and he grins like a Cheshire cat at me. His lips are shiny with my wetness and when his tongue comes out to lick at them, I have another bolt of lust strike me hard. I may have just come harder than ever before in my life, but I’m ten times hornier right now than I was just before my orgasm hit me.

  “Get a condom out,” I order Erik.

  I’m stunned to get a sad shake of Erik’s head as he comes to his feet. His cock is tenting the front of his dress pants. “Don’t have one.”

  “What?” I practically shriek as I scramble from the mattress. “What kind of playboy professional hockey player doesn’t have a condom on him?”

  “Wasn’t expecting this tonight, Blue.”

  And it hits me. He really was taking things slow and this had not crossed his mind at all—that we would be together in an intimate position tonight.

  Erik chuckles and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “I won’t make that mistake again, but that’s it for tonight.”

  “Oh, hell no it isn’t,” I say with a snarl of challenge. My hands go to his dress shirt and I work quickly at the buttons.

  “What are you doing, Blue?” Erik asks with an amused expression on his face.

  “Going to give you exactly what you just gave me,” I tell him as I tug at the material. It gets stuck on his broad shoulders and I decide not to waste time on it. My hands drop to his belt and I easily work it open. Next the button, and then the zipper. Erik’s breath catches when I slip my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and push them down along with his pants. I get them down to mid-thigh, dropping to my knees before him at the same time.

  Slowly, I look up his body. Strong, tanned legs with dark, crisp hair covering them. His cock which is erect and sticking upward with a slight curve to it. His heavy balls, completely smooth from the waxing he did just to get a date with me. I have to admit I like it this way, particularly around the base of his dick which makes it look infinitely larger.

  My gaze goes farther upward and I see that Erik has the bottom of his T-shirt and dress shirt clutched in his hands and pulled halfway up his torso so he can look down to see what’s going on, his eyes dark and filled with need. His abs are contracted into sexy ridges with a line of dark hair going from the bottom of his belly button and stopping just short of his pelvis where the skin turns smooth and bare.

  Putting my hands on the backs of Erik’s thighs, I lean in and tilt my head. I do nothing but draw the tip of my tongue along the front of his balls, marveling at how soft they are.

  “Fuck,” Erik barks and his hips punch forward in surprise. “That feels…different.”

  “No hair to lessen the sensation,” I murmur and kiss him there softly. I open my mouth and suck one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue. One of Erik’s hands come to the back of my head and he holds me tightly to him for a moment, groaning over the way I work at him.

  I let him fall free from my mouth and I take a moment to look up at Erik’s face. His jaw is clenched tight, the muscles in his neck straining. His face is red and his eyes are fevered. They beg me to finish him hard and fast.

  Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, I bring the tip to my mouth and don’t bother with any teasing play. I slide him all the way to the back of my throat, not able to take him in fully because of his length. I roll his balls with my other hand and start to move on him. I suck at him hard with long strokes so I can maximize his pleasure. Erik’s breathing immediately turns harsh and his hips start to pump. He drops the hold on his shirts, using both his hands on my head to hold me in place.

  “I’m going to fuck your face, Blue,” Erik growls at me and then grunts with deep pleasure as he pushes into my throat. I swallow, letting him feel me contract on him. I sheath my teeth, flatten my tongue and I stay still while Erik pumps in and out of me; the only effort I put into it is a hard sucking motion when he pulls back.

  “Blue,” Erik groans as if he’s deifying me. “I’m going to come.”

  I answer by sliding my hands to his ass and helping him to move. I pull him hard to me, let him take my mouth and my throat, and I suck hard one more time.

  “Fuck,” Erik barks as he lodges into my mouth, the tip of his cock unleashing on the back of my tongue. Warm, salty liquid hits me and I swallow it down with utter relish. I can feel Erik shuddering as my hands grip his ass hard and I
suck again on him, pulling every last drop out.

  “Oh, Blue…Jesus,” he murmurs as he pulls his sated cock out of my mouth with a satisfied groan.

  I dab at the corners of my mouth as I look up at him, hoping that I did okay.

  Erik bends over, puts his hands under my armpits and lifts me to my feet so we’re facing each other. He puts a hand under my chin and grips it. Dipping his head, he brushes his lips across mine, feather soft.

  When he pulls back, his eyes are soft and sincere. “You are amazing. That was amazing.”

  I smile back at him, relieved that, apparently, I have some good skills in that department. This is good, because Erik sure as hell has oral sex mastered and I want us to do that to each other frequently.

  Chapter 13

  Erik

  “Goddamn it,” Dax howls from beside me. He picks out a long cactus spine from the back of his hand as he grumbles at Legend. “I don’t understand why you can’t hire people to do this for you.”

  “I like doing it myself,” Legend returns as he uses a shovel to carefully uproot another small cactus from the bedding around his backyard pool. “And it’s not like I’m making you do this.”

  This is true. The guys were trying to come up with something to do on the first of the two days in a row we had off. Legend said he was busy ripping out some existing bedding so he could plant new stuff. One thing led to another and the next thing you know, we’d decided to barbeque, drink beer, and rip out plants with him, after which we’d all chill by the pool.

  I’m trying to figure out how to take out a small yucca plant whose roots seem to go about a mile deep. Legend wants to get rid of the desert themed landscape and put in more lush, green bedding. It’s shit I never think about with my own house but Legend is really into this kind of thing for some reason as a homeowner.

  “Did you invite Tacker?” I ask him. I’m on rock patrol, pulling up the various rocks and stones littered around the beds.

  “Yeah,” Legend replies as he manages to pop a little round cactus from the ground. He gingerly scoops it with the shovel and unloads it into the wheelbarrow we’re using to collect the extracted plants. “Said he had plans.”

  “Yeah, any plans would be better than this shit,” Dax grumbles as he stares at the spiny plant he’s trying to remove.

  “It’s November 5th…the anniversary of the plane crash,” Bishop says quietly from his place on the other side of Dax. He’s been cutting away at some Pampas grass.

  All of us stop working and turn to look at Bishop. He just stares back at us, not really needing to say anything to explain how hard today must be for the guy.

  Exactly one year ago today, Tacker was piloting a small airplane with his fiancée. He was playing for Dallas at the time and they were taking a short trip to Austin for the last fitting of his fiancée’s wedding dress. That’s right. They were due to get married just a few weeks from then.

  “He talk to you about it?” I ask Bishop curiously.

  No one is really close to Tacker on this team, even though he’s our captain. He’s a great leader on the ice but he’s totally withdrawn off it. If there’s one person on this team he might possibly talk to, it would be Bishop and that’s because they room together when on the road. He spends the most downtime with Tacker.

  “Just told me he was going to go visit her parents back in Dallas,” he replies in a low voice.

  “Poor bastard,” Legend mumbles and turns back to tackle the next cactus.

  The four of us work in silence for a bit more, taking small breaks here and there to drink some beer or grumble about getting cut on something.

  “Are you going out with Blue tonight?” Dax asks me.

  “She’s in Chicago,” I tell him, trying to keep the slight tinge of longing from my voice. “She works charter flights part time for some extra money. She’ll be back tomorrow.”

  I hate that Blue has to work a second job. She doesn’t do it often but we’re going to be home in Phoenix for almost a week and she couldn’t pass up the money. She’s getting five hundred dollars just for an overnight trip and less than seven hours of actual flight time. It’s a lot of money to Blue whereas I’d drop five hundred dollars on a new pair of shoes if the fancy struck me.

  Of course I get why she does it, but I’m already hating that it interferes with my time with her. We got back from Dallas at about one A.M. this morning and poor Blue had to get right back on a plane again at eight. I wanted nothing more than to bring her home with me from the airport, but she needed some sleep and to get packed. We’re going to go out tomorrow night, though, and I’ll have to be satisfied with that.

  “So is this thing serious with Blue?” Bishop asks. It’s not a question Legend or Dax would ask, because they can’t really see past the fact that Blue is a gorgeous woman who I’ve been lusting after. But Bishop has recently fallen hard for Brooke, so I get he’d be more curious about this sort of thing.

  Before I can answer, though, Dax is doing it for me. “Hell yeah, it’s serious. You see the way he moons over her on the plane?”

  “Or smiles like a big fool every time he sees her,” Legend adds on.

  “He’s besotted.”

  “Pussy-whipped.”

  “Hey,” I cut in with a warning. “I am not that quite yet.”

  All the men stop and turn to me with raised eyebrows.

  “Wait a minute,” Legend says. “You haven’t tapped that yet? What the fuck, dude? I had Valerie come to my room in Houston just to give you the opportunity.”

  I’m at a crossroads. Ordinarily, I would not hesitate to tell all about the dirty details with my bros. Had it been an anonymous one-night stand, I’d be telling them all about the amazing blow job I got that night.

  But this is Blue and I just inherently sense that those things should remain personal to us. I have no past experience upon which to call for the right answer, so I go with my gut. “None of your fucking business.”

  “Whoa,” Legend says with a laugh. “You really are totally head over heels for this girl, aren’t you?”

  I don’t answer him right away because he already knows I am. But I do decide to give up something so they understand just how important Blue is becoming to me.

  “Blue and I met about five years ago,” I tell them.

  “What?” Dax asks, his eyebrows knitting over confusion-filled eyes.

  “I don’t remember much of it but let’s just say I was a douche to her.”

  “That’s why she was so pissy with you in the beginning,” Bishop reasons out loud.

  “Partly,” I admit. “But also because I was hitting on her and she just wasn’t interested. She’s pretty focused on her brother.”

  “And she’s giving you a second chance,” Legend unnecessarily points out. “So you better not fuck it up.”

  “I won’t,” I say confidently. This thing with Blue is going to go the distance. I just know it.

  “If you do fuck it up, I’ve got first crack at her,” Dax says with a salacious grin. I don’t think twice before grabbing the spine of a small cactus and whipping the entire thing at Dax. It hits him in the forearm, several of the spines sinking into his skin.

  He yelps and then curses as he attempts to shake it free. “You fucking asshole.”

  “Talk about Blue again, and you’ll get worse,” I warn him.

  Legend and Bishop just howl with laughter as Dax gingerly pulls the little spine-covered plant from his arm and chucks it into the wheelbarrow.

  I turn back to my work when loud music starts blaring from the backyard next door. It takes me a moment to recognize it but I grimace as the opening bars of Cindi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” fills the air.

  Legend growls and his jaw locks tight as he looks across his yard into the next. There’s a variety of shrubs and trees separa
ting the lots but I can see someone through the branches moving around on the other side—presumably the hot little neighbor of his I saw on Halloween night.

  To my shock, she starts singing loudly right along with the song.

  “Christ, that woman is batshit crazy,” Legend says with a frown. He turns around and starts jabbing his shovel into the ground with vigor.

  “The flamingo lady,” I tease as I can make out her form on the other side. I can see her short dark hair and that she’s wearing a pair of white shorts that ride up pretty high. It’s hot today and she’s dancing around her yard with a water hose, soaking various pots full of flowers that she has about.

  “She’s the worst neighbor in the world,” Legend grumbles as he takes a moment to look over at her. She moves deeper into the yard to where the shrubs dividing the lots are thinner. Dax gives a low whistle of appreciation when we see she’s wearing a skimpy bathing-suit top.

  One of the perks of November in Phoenix.

  “Dude,” Dax says in a low voice. “She’s fucking hot.”

  “She’s crazy,” Legend insists as he turns away again. “Have you seen the front of her house? It looks like fucking Disney World with all the yard ornaments she has. And she plays stupid music really loud. And any time I dare to complain to her, she plants plastic flamingos along my driveway.”

  “Maybe you should try being nicer,” Bishop suggests.

  “Yeah, take her out to a nice dinner and ask sweetly,” I add on with an evil grin.

  “Bring her home and give her lots of orgasms,” Dax offers. “She’ll do whatever you ask.”

  “I’ve filed an official complaint with the homeowner’s association,” Legend clips out.

  “That’ll show her,” Dax mutters under his breath.

  “What does she do for a living?” I ask Legend, more than a bit curious about the quirky neighbor who has managed to rile up what is otherwise a pretty laid-back and amiable guy. Legend likes and gets along with everyone.

  “No fucking clue and don’t care to know,” he growls and turns once more to glare at her.