Page 27 of Stick Move

Like he even has to ask.

“So good,” I wheeze, loving the way he’s covering me like a weighted blanket. “Noah…” I begin, but have no idea what it is I’m trying to say to him. “I need…”

He shifts, and his cock presses against my legs as he reaches down and lightly pets my sex. “You need more.”

God, I need so much I don’t even know where to begin. Wait, maybe I do. “Yes.”

“Then let me give you more. Don’t move. I need to grab a condom.”

He goes back on his knees and is about to climb from the bed, but I don’t listen to him this time, and I do move. He goes still on his knees as I sit up, and he eyes me. I grin at him and take his beautiful cock into my hand.

“Brighton,” he hisses out, and I watch him as the muscles along his jaw clench. I run my fingers over his hard length, examining all his bulging veins as I weigh him in my hands, quite impressed.

“Yes?” I ask innocently, purposely putting my mouth near his crown so my breath washes over him.

“Fuck me.”

“With my mouth?” I ask. Now it’s my turn to watch him come undone and I totally love it. Before he can answer, I lean in and take him in my mouth.

“Jesus,” he curses, his hands fisting in my hair as they follow the motion. I go as deep as I can and then pull out again.

“This is what you wanted?”

“Of course, this is what I wanted,” he grouches and I chuckle. “I also want to be inside you.”

I glance up at him. “I want that too, but I couldn’t resist.” I focus back in on his cock as it thickens even more before my eyes. Moaning, I cup his balls and they tighten as I gently massage. He grips my hair tighter, and from his groans and grunts, I sense he’s having a hard time keeping it together. Has it been a long time for him too? I find that hard to believe, given he’s a hockey superstar, but he does have a young daughter, and that definitely interferes with an active social life. I love that he puts her first.

“Sunshine,” he groans, and I take him back into my mouth, trying not to choke as he hits the back of my throat. I inch back, and pre-cum drips from his slit.

“Mmm.” I lap at it and more follows and he tugs on my hair, wanting me off him. While I’m not quite done tasting him, he clearly needs the reprieve and as nice as it would be to bring him to climax like this, I want him inside me—especially if this is a one-time thing, and it is. I think.

“Sunshine, I’m fucking losing it.”

I move back and his cock slips from my lips. I groan in displeasure and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Something in that gesture pulls a deep groan from him and the next thing I know I’m flat on my back, his hard body on top of me, squeezing the air from my lungs.

“I need to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I answer as he places his hands on either side of my body and lifts himself up.

“Condom.” He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a condom, ripping into it and sliding it on in record time. A second later, he’s over me again and I widen my legs for him, welcoming him into my needy body. He shifts, and his eyes briefly close as his tip aligns with my sex, pressing against my tight opening. I move my body, trying to lift up to force him inside, but he gives me a knowing, playful grin as his hips pin me to the bed. Damn, I love how he plays with me.

I slide my hands around his back, lightly run my nails over his skin as he ever so slowly moves his body, offering me a small taste of what’s to come. Maybe I don’t like the teasing so much now.

“More,” I cry out.

He chuckles and I groan and scratch at him harder, but when he jerks his hips forward, stretching me as he gives me what I just asked for, a gasp catches in my throat. He goes perfectly still, those astute eyes on mine as he assesses me. He angles his head, and I can see he’s working through a few scenarios.

“Has it been a while, Sunshine?” he asks quietly, his cock still inside me as he brushes my hair back.

I almost don’t admit it. It’s embarrassing considering it wasn’t that long ago I had a boyfriend, but in the end, I decide, why bother lying?

I nod, and he exhales. “Me too.”

I don’t know why that makes me so happy. He’s a man in the prime of his life and he should be enjoying sex, but I kind of like that he doesn’t sleep around like the players have a reputation of doing.

His eyes search my face. “Need me to slow down?”

I lift my hips. “Actually, I think I might need you to hurry up.”

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