Page 4 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

He presses his index finger over my lips. “Shhh.” Then he reaches behind me to lock the door.

Finally, I see where we are—the locker room. I bet many women fantasize about being alone with a hockey playerinhere, and I’m living the dream. The butterflies in my stomach awaken with a vengeance as desire spreads through my body like wildfire.

Ryan takes my hand and steers me to his bench. His nameis writtenon a plaque right below the top shelf.I don’t ask questions, nor do Iwait forhimto kiss me again.When he turns to me,I grab his face between my hands and slant my mouth over his, desperate for more.

Ryan’s tongue is hungry and savage, just like mine. I don’t care that he still hasn’t explained why he bailed on me yesterday or showed up drunk in the middle of the night. I want—no, Ineed—to feel his body pressed againstmine,to melt into him until I don’t know where I end and he begins.

His arm is still in the sling, which prevents me from getting as close to him as I would have. But his free arm loops around my waist possessively, and when he grabs my shirt and twists the fabric tight, I know it’s time to get rid of our clothes. I want everything from him tonight.

I pull back but keep his face trapped between my hands. “I need you, Ryan.”

“Good, Peaches, because I’m burning for you like I’ve never burned for anyone else.”

My heart swells with emotion. The confession coming from Ryan is akin to a love confession. I release his face so I can unzip his jeans. Ryan kisses me again, deep and slow, but when my fingers curl around his shaft, he groans and bites my lower lip.

“You drive me wild, gorgeous,” he murmurs against my mouth.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” I drop to my knees, keeping my eyes locked with his, and free his cock.

Ryan’s eyes become hooded while he runs his fingers through my hair. I lick his length, and he immediately twists a lock of hair tighter around his fist. “Your tongue feels amazing.”

I smile but don’t reply with words. Instead, I wrap my mouth aroundhishead and run circles over his sensitive skin. Ryan grunts, keeping his hold on my hair. I can sense he wants to take control and fuck my mouth, but he lets me have some fun first. I take my time savoring him and watching his face contort with pleasure. His sweet-agony expression turns me on like nothing else—any slight friction between my legs would probably make me come.

“Peaches… don’t torture me.”

I wink before I deep-throat the hell out of him. Ryan throws his head back and lets out a loud groan—the veins in his neck bulge. If I weren’t busy sucking him, I’d lick the column of his neck, maybe bite a little like a damn vampire girl. He looks at me again and moves his pelvis, pulling out of my mouth just a bit before pistoning back in. I let him take over, because Ryan fucking my mouth is a marvelous sight.

We don’t break the connection, and now I can read the different emotions in his gaze. Lust, desperation, and maybe even love. I could be projecting, but I don’t care.I’m choosing to believe that Ryan is as much in love with me as Iam with him.

“You suck me so well, Peaches. I’mgonnacome in your dirty mouth, and you’ll drink every single drop.”

He seems to grow harder as he moves faster and faster. Ryan’s vise-hold on my hair is painful, but I love every second of it. I need release, so I slide my hand inside my sweatpants, finding my clit slick and throbbing. It won’t take much to come.

When Ryan’s hot cum fills my mouth, my orgasm hits me as well. Involuntarily, I close my eyes, riding my wave of pleasure while I suck Ryan dry.

He pulls out quickly beforeI’m done, making me open my eyes in surprise.

“It’s my turn now, Peaches.”

Using only one hand, he gets me back on my feet. Then he grabs my wrist, pulling my hand off my pussy to bring my glistening fingers to his mouth. My breath catches when he sucks them one by one slowly.

“So fucking delicious.” He smiles wickedly.

The tremors running through my body tell me I haven’t recovered from the orgasm yet, but I want more. “I’m still hungry.”

His smile broadens. “I love how insatiable you are.”

“For you? Yes.”

He zips up his pants, making me frown. “I don’t have a condom on me.”

My brows arch. “Oh. What happened to always being prepared?” I joke, then realize how insensitive the comment is. “Sorry.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t worry. I can obliterate your pussy just as well with my tongue and fingers.”

Tingles of anticipation spread through my body, and my heartbeatsfaster. When Ryan drops to his knees, my breath is alreadycoming out in bursts.

“Is that so?” I arch a brow.

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