Page 13 of Heart of a Defender

I laugh so hard I lose my breath. I’ve never been whisked over a man’s shoulder before. It’s the kind of thing that only happens in movies, never in real life, especially not in my life. Zach, outside of hockey, is playful and damn adorable.

He trudges up the steps as I bounce giddily over his shoulder with my skirt scrunched high on my thighs and my butt sticking in the air. And I don’t care who in the world sees us. I’m happy and carefree. Something I haven’t been in a very long time.

Once we’re inside his house with the door closed behind us, all bets are off–along with every stitch of clothing we put on this morning. I don’t know exactly how Zach did it, but he stripped the shirt off my body and set me on the ground in one fluid movement. If that isn’t impressive, I don’t know what is.

I kick off my shoes and shimmy out of my skirt while he pulls his shirt overhead. I practically salivate over his pecs. He flexes, and even his muscles have muscles. He flicks the button on his jeans and slides them down his meaty thighs, and my heart momentarily stops. The man is gorgeous. Like, all capital letters, drop dead, kill me if this is a dream, finest specimen on earth, G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S.

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his chest. My breasts smash against his rock-hard torso as he captures my lips with his. I’m so caught up in his touch and taste that I hardly notice when my bra band slackens.

He’s good. So good.

He lifts me from the ground, carrying me through a doorway and down a hall as we bump into door jambs and walls, neither willing to give up on the world’s longest, toe-curling kiss.

Zach flops me on the bed, and my boobs bounce free of the lacy cups. I slide the straps off my arms and shimmy to my elbows. Zach stares at me like a starving man, turning my insides to total mush. The huge, tented bulge he’s sporting beneath his boxers doesn’t hurt either. I bite my lower lip and silently thank the sex gods, the kama sutra, and “The Good Girl’s Guide to Bad Girl Sex” book I’ve dog-eared and marked up with scribbled notes in the margins. It’s about time I get some use out of what I’ve read.

Zach strips down to his birthday suit, and I gasp. His cock bounces free, thick and angry. It’s so big it should have its own zip code. Heat spreads across my chest, then follows a path straight to the slick, wet spot pooling between my legs. He loops his fingertips into the thin straps high on my hips and drags my panties down my thighs. His eyes burn, turning as dark as midnight.

He slings my panties across the room and stares at the crux of my thighs, soaking in my feminine folds. I lick my lips, loving the attention and the sight of his thick shaft growing thicker and stiffer by the second.

I drag my bare feet upward and allow my knees to fall open. Zach fists his cock and gives it a hard tug.

“This isn’t going to take long, but I promise to make it up to you.” His voice strains as he works his jaw. Sweat beads on his brow as waves of heat flood the air between us.

He sinks to the mattress, squaring his body between my legs. My sex flexes and flutters, so ready for him to fill me, stuff me, use and abuse me for the sake of sheer, unadulterated pleasure. I spread my legs wider as he settles between my knees. He breathes in deeply, then shoves his hands beneath my butt, pulling me closer to his face.

A thousand panicked thoughts run through my head. How long has it been since this morning’s shower? When was the last time I shaved above mid-thigh? How long has it been since my last bikini wax?

But it’s too late for second-guessing funny smells and stray hairs. Zach’s face disappears between my thighs and blitzes my brain when his tongue darts between my swollen lips and laps at my center.

I groan as I fist the sheets and throw my head back. My mouth goes slack as he swirls and sucks, building the tension in my sex to a fever pitch. I tilt my hips upward and grind against his face, needing more. He circles the hidden gem knotted with a million nerve endings, and I lose it.

There’s nothing ladylike about the guttural noise that springs from my lips or the way my body convulses as the orgasm whips through me. My back arches off the bed, but Zach doesn’t stop licking and sucking until I collapse into a sweaty, blissful heap.

He lifts his head, peering through my wobbly knees with his crystal blue eyes and a sex-slicked face from nose to chin, grinning like he’s the one who had the climax of a lifetime.

“That was–” I pant. “You were–I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

“I don’t dick around.” He climbs over me and leans into my body.

His hot, throbbing cock presses into my inner thigh, and I can’t wait to find out what kind of fuckery magic he can make happen with it.

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Zach

Going down on Madison straight away wasn’t the first gameplay I planned, but when her heady, musky scent infiltrated my lungs, I knew I had to taste her. Feeling her writhe beneath me only ratcheted up the tension building in my groin. My cock’s as stiff as a steel rod and chomping at the bit to get inside of her.

The tension building between us has been palpable, to say the least. The electric energy passing between us does funny things to my brain and body. I feel more alive and energetic when Madison’s near. That isn’t something that usually happens with women who hang around the arena. Puck bunnies hang around to get laid and find a sugar daddy. I steer clear of them every chance I get.

But Madison doesn’t strike me as one of those women. She knows the game and sits on the edge of her seat when things get interesting on the ice. As far as I can tell, she hasn’t batted an eye at another player on the team. She’s focused and I plan to keep her attention centered on me.

I move over her body, dragging my chest over her soft breasts pebbled with hard, firm nipples. Her body’s the perfect playground, and I’m about to have a field day.

Strands of chestnut brown hair stick to her sweaty forehead. I brush them away, still loopy and drenched from nose to chin with her wetness.

“You’re all wet.” She giggles as I lick my lips.

“You’re delicious.” I nuzzle her neck, smearing my damp chin along her clavicle. Her head twitches, trapping my face between her head and shoulder.

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