Page 40 of The Pucking Player

I look up at him, and his eyes have turned dark, a mixture of desire and something else I can’t place. Appreciation, maybe. Or devotion. But I don’t have the bandwidth to analyze it at the moment. Because my mind is muddled, turned to pure mush.

He grabs the back of my hair and twists it in a ponytail, using it as reins to guide my mouth where he wants it.

Every inch of my skin flames as I continue sucking at him, trailing my mouth up and down. But then he puts his other hand on my head, making me stop. I look up at him in surprise.

“It’s my turn again.” He smirks and flips me onto my back in one swoop, as if I am feather light.”I’ve got some plans for you, and I need you nice and ready.”

There’s no time to react, his body caging me. Not that I’d want to escape anyway. There will be no going back after today. My heart folds in half, knowing that this man will claim me, unravel me, consume me beyond recognition.

He trails his mouth down my body, spreading heat slowly, then accelerating as he reaches my burning center. He dives in with his tongue and drives every other thought from my mind. There is now only the silkiness of his tongue, the pleasure spreading through my blood, the raging desire. A blinding, white hot need to feel him as close as possible.

He leaves no piece of me unattended as he eats me out again. It’s as if he’s reading my mind. When I need more pressure, he gives it. When I want his mouth on a certain spot, he shifts his tongue there.

“Please,” I gasp, holding onto his hair and tugging at it desperately.He drags his teeth across my clit, holding my hips firmly in place. No matter how many times I instinctively try to wiggle my hips away, he holds me while his mouth and tongue work their assault on my nerve endings, pushing me over the edge for the second time this morning. I arch my back as a sharp cry claws at my throat. Wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me, filling my sight with light and shaking me to my core.

“You’re ready for me now,” he rumbles appreciatively, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I’m dimly aware of him lifting himself up, the rustle of clothes and the ripping of foil. He then presses the tip of his cock against my entrance andpushes himself in slowly.

“Relax, angel, we’ll go at your pace,” he reassures me as I tense at the mixture of pain and pleasure reverberating through me. “It’s just this first time it will be a bit uncomfortable.”

My gasp is a half moan as I feel his manhood filling me inch by inch, settling into me and starting to thrust slowly.

“All good so far?” he probes, lifting himself on his elbows and looking at me.

“Yes. Please don’t stop,” I moan, pain and burning snuffed out by the waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I cling to him for dear life as he settles into a slow, steady rhythm, my nails digging into his back, my hips rising to meet his. The orgasms have loosened me and made me more receptive, and Liam seems to be hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.

He captures my mouth with a kiss. “You feel amazing,” he murmurs. “I could fuck you all day, and you’d still want more, wouldn’t you, sweet angel?”

“Yes,” I hiss, digging my nails deeper.”I like this, Liam. Don’t. Stop.”

He chuckles and picks up his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall with every move. Our hosts might hear us, but I brush the thought away, letting myself be swept away in the moment.

After a few more thrusts, he groans, tension cording the muscles of his neck and shoulders, his hands digging into my hips. His body over mine and the deep strokes of his cock unravel me for the third time this morning, my orgasmripping through me like a tsunami this time around. Feeling me squeeze around him, he increases his speed, and I feel his cock throb and pulse as he pours himself into me, letting out a guttural cry.

“It seems to me you just scored a hat trick,” I mumble, collapsing on the pillows. He snorts and rolls off, tugging me closer and tucking me under his arm where I can feel his heart still racing beneath the lion tattoo.

15

BLIZZARD BENEFITS

LIAM

Eventually, we drag ourselves out of bed, hunger spurring us on. The late January sun is already sinking toward the horizon, casting long shadows across the snow-covered landscape outside our window. The world is bathed in a soft, golden light, making the snow glitter like a sea of diamonds. A part of me wants to curse the day for passing so quickly. This unexpected detour, courtesy of Mother Nature, might’ve just been the best thing that’s happened to me in years.

The fading daylight paints Sophie in warm hues, making her look even more breathtaking. I wouldn’t mind getting snowed in for a few more days, or weeks, or hell, even months.

Who knew a blizzard could be such a perfect wingman?

I watch as Sophie slips into the clothes Martha brought up. They are nothing fancy, just a simple sweater and jeans, but damn if she doesn’t make them look like haute couture. The blue sweater generously envelops her curves, and I feel smug knowing exactly what’s hiding underneath.

“You planning on putting some clothes on, or are youjust going to stand there staring?” Sophie’s teasing voice snaps me out of my trance.

I grin, not even bothering to hide the fact that I’ve been ogling her. “Can you blame me? You’re a sight for sore eyes, angel.”

She rolls her eyes. Still, I catch the hint of a blush on her cheeks. It’s cute how she gets flustered around me, even after spending the day fucking. Makes me want to see how many other ways I can make her blush.

I grab my pants and shirt from last night, grimacing a bit at the wrinkles. Whatever. I’ve left locker rooms many times looking way worse.

As I button up my shirt, I catch Sophie sneaking a glance my way. Her eyes linger on my chest, where my shirt is still unbuttoned.

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