Page 65 of College Hockey Bully

I glance down at myself. “That you won’t like what you see when I take these clothes off.”

He scoffs. “Scar, I literally saw everything that day in your kitchen, remember? I liked what I saw.” He leans over and kisses me. “Very much.”

“Are you sure about that?”

His expression brightens with a smile as he acknowledges his earlier question thrown back at him. “Yes.Notscared, but very positive.”

I chuckle.

“Be right back,” he mutters, then makes a dash down the hall. He returns a mere minute later with a pack of condoms. It occurs that he must’ve brought plenty of women to this space, but I brush that bothersome thought aside. Aiden’s past has nothing to do with me.

“Last chance to avoid seeing me naked,” he teases, joining me on the couch.

I shake my head, crawling over to him, too aroused to tease him back. “I want you.”

Our lips join in a subdued kiss that slowly intensifies with the raging storm outside, until I’m straddling his lap. His arms secure my body against his hard chest as he nibbles my lips.

He pulls back and reaches for the end of my shirt. My body stiffens and he gives me a patient stare. “I want you to trust me, Scarlett. I wasn’t lying when I said how beautiful you are. However, if you want to keep the shirt on—”

“No.” I’ll never overcome this insecurity if I don’t face it head-on. I lift my hands and allow him to take my shirt off.

His eyes linger on my chest and he takes a deep breath. “If only you could see my point of view,” he whispers. His fingers drag between my breasts, then stroke my belly, sparking warmth. He takes both breasts in his hands, licking one nipple, then the other. That warmth transforms into blazing heat when he starts sucking hard on them.

Oh, God yes.That skillful mouth is going to drive me insane.

With his arms wrapped tightly around me, Aiden slides to the soft carpet. He pushes me back on my arms, then eases over me. His tongue makes a wet, hot trail down to the junction between my thighs. I gasp when he bites my flesh through the boxers.Fuck, that’s hot. My thighs spread as he pulls the boxers down and throws them aside. He takes his shirt off and I take a moment to admire his chiseled perfection.

He comes back over me, kissing my mouth, then whispering against my lips, “Ride my face, Scarlett.”

“I’ve never—”

“Trust me, it’s easier than riding that bike of yours,” he says, pulling back and taking me with him. Although still apprehensive, I straddle him, then inch over his body and position myself over his face. He grips the back of my thighs and I almost sink down at the first lash of his tongue.

Aiden licks my clit again and again, then circles it with the tip of his tongue, touching that sweet spot that forces me to rock myself. His watchful eyes stare right up at me, gauging my shuddering reaction. I reach up and pinch my nipples and he groans, the sound vibrating against my flesh. Panting, I sink down, grinding on that thick, rough tongue, ready to ride out my orgasm on his face.

Then he sticks that tongue in my hole and I lose myself, bouncing on it, overwhelmed with so much pleasure that I don’t recognize this wanton girl spitting curses that would shock a sailor. Aiden reaches up and cups my breasts, his sensual touch and tongue combining to break the dam of pleasure inside me. He sucks me dry, then pulls my quivering body against him, his erection pressing against my stomach.

Insatiable, I soon slide off his body and wrap my fingers around him, stroking gently. Aiden groans softly. He’s so hard. To know that he restrained himself to take care of me first, that’s definitely a green flag. I want to reward him. I slowly pull his boxers down.

Aiden’s fiery eyes stay on me as I ease over him, my arms balancing my weight on either side. It’s nerve racking, sleeping with a guy who’s had more women than I have fingers and toes. But when I repeat everything he’s done to me, kissing his neck, sucking his nipples, licking his stomach and hearing that rough groan, it satisfies me.

He sucks in a breath as I grip his cock. I lick the tip and he releases a curse. Encouraged, I lick it again. Again. My tongue circles it and he grips my hair, moaning softly. Those moans cascade into deep, sexy growls as I wrap my lips around the base, sliding down until the tip hits the back of my throat. My entire body shudders as I gag.

Yeah, definitely too ambitious for me.

With a slurp, I pull back to the tip and this time, I only go halfway while massaging the other half with my fist. From the way his hips are thrusting upward, I’m definitely doing something right.

“Fucking hell, Scar, that mouth,” Aiden pants as I take him in a little deeper, then pull right up, bouncing slowly until I find the right rhythm, before picking up speed.

With both hands now gripping my hair, Aiden thrusts harder, burying himself in my mouth. I take deep breaths to suppress the gag reflex and let him have his way. It’s an ego boost, seeing the composed ice god lose himself like this.

Aiden suddenly pulls out with a grunt and before I know it, I’m on my back and he’s slipping the condom on. Knees pressed to my chest, I close my eyes, breathing out a sigh as he enters me.

“Scarlett… Jesus,” he pants, sinking deeper, deeper, leaving me feeling sufficiently filled.

His forehead bumps mine as his entire length fits perfectly inside my slick, tight heat. “You feel…fuck.”

Yeah, there are no words to describe how he feels inside me, either. I sweep the hair from his face, kissing his lips as he starts moving. Not fucking. Aiden Hunter is making love to me. His thrusts are slow, erotic, purposeful, matching that emotionin his eyes. Emotion that steals my every breath. Spreading myself, I rock with him. Whatever happens after tonight, I’ll rest assured that Aiden feels something more than lust for me.

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